Archive of Our Own

Near the Dragon Realm, a small yet elegant castle stood in the Ghost Zone. It wasn't as grand as the larger ones seen on Earth, but it still had an air of quiet dignity. In its courtyard, a meticulously cared-for garden and a small pond added to the serenity of the scene.

Inside, Princess Dora, a blonde ghost with delicate features, was overseeing the preparations for a fundraising event. She looked a little worn, her exhaustion showing after days of overseeing the event and managing her charm school. Years of abuse at the hands of her brother, Aragon, had left their mark, and the magic from her amulet drained her each time she transformed into a dragon.

Taking a moment to rest, Dora stretched her feet out on a nearby chair when she heard a voice, warm and friendly. "K2 for your thoughts?"

Dora turned to see two half-ghosts, Magdalene Masters and her best friend, Leta, walking toward her. Magdalene was always graceful, her hybrid heritage lending her an air of elegance, while Leta, also a half-ghost, had a quiet strength that made her a steady presence.

"Good day, my lovely ladies," Dora greeted, smiling in welcome. "What brings you to my little castle today?"

Magdalene gave a soft chuckle. "We figured you'd appreciate some help with the fundraiser ball. Considering how far society has fallen—both human and ghost alike—we thought your charming school could do wonders for these teens. It’s time they learned how to be proper ladies and gentlemen again."

"I second that," Leta added with a smile. "I think we could all use a little refresher course on respect and manners. The ball sounds like the perfect opportunity to remind both realms how to behave."

Dora sighed, though her smile lingered. "I’m so grateful you both still believe in charm schools. I've been running this one for two decades, and yes, it's been... difficult at times." She paused, eyes darkening for a moment as memories of her brother flickered in her mind. "But once I was able to stand up to Aragon, I had this little castle built. Now, I can help others. Teach them the importance of respect, of treating people with dignity."

Magdalene nodded, her expression serious. "Vlad and I both agree that anything to prevent violence or self-destructive behavior is worth fighting for."

"Exactly," Leta agreed, her voice calm. "The news from Earth is always filled with conflict. It’s draining to watch, honestly."

Dora gestured toward a table laden with teacups. "How about we have some tea before we get started on the ball prep? Then we can work together to make this event as successful as possible."

"Sounds like a splendid idea," Magdalene said as she settled into a chair. Dora poured the tea, and the three of them began chatting, the easy conversation a welcome break from the whirlwind of preparations.

Magdalene sipped her tea before asking, "So, Dora, how are your students doing? What’s on the curriculum this week?"

Dora’s eyes brightened as she leaned back in her chair. "This week, we focused on proper posture and conversation. Most of the students are doing well with posture, though I do have one student who’s... more of a challenge."

Magdalene raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Who's the troublemaker?"

Dora sighed, setting her tea down. "Her name’s Sam Manson. She’s a human girl who’s been attending this year, but she’s causing all kinds of problems. She’s been outright refusing to follow any of the basic rules. For example, during our posture lessons, she refuses to sit up straight. Instead, she slouches and mocks the exercises, drawing attention to herself and distracting the others. And when we moved on to conversation skills, she was disruptive. Every time another student tried to practice their conversation techniques, she’d either interrupt with sarcastic remarks or act like the topic didn’t matter at all, just to be difficult."

Leta leaned forward, her expression thoughtful. "I know the girl. She’s been a problem for years. Rude, hypocritical... she's got this toxic attitude. I get the sense she’s pushing boundaries just to get a rise out of people. She’s got no interest in fitting in."

Magdalene nodded, her gaze steady. "It’s a shame. She wants to be different, but she seems to do it at the expense of everyone else. I think she’s aware of how inappropriate her behavior is. She enjoys being a problem child because it gets attention."

Dora’s shoulders slumped slightly, the weight of the situation settling on her. "I’ve tried talking to her, but she’s just not interested in learning. She even started making fun of the students who were following the rules, calling them ‘robots’ and saying they were just ‘playing along’ to please me. She’s completely undermining the whole point of the school."

Dora shook her head, frustration clear in her voice. "Even Discord’s son, Draven, has tried to get her to behave. He’s actually dating her, and he’s done everything he can to encourage her to take things seriously, but she just keeps acting out, especially when the spotlight’s on her."

Magdalene’s voice softened. "I understand. But I do think Sam has some deeper issues. She needs therapy. It’s not just about behavior—it’s something she’s clearly struggling with internally."

"Agreed," Leta added, her tone steady. "But you’re right. If she’s harming the environment, she can’t stay."

Dora nodded, her expression resolute. "I’ve given her chances, but there’s a limit. I won’t let one person ruin everything for the others."

Magdalene smiled. "I’ll make sure my children are on their best behavior. Danny’s made great strides, and I know Jazz and Danielle are excelling too. I’m so proud of them."

"Your children have been a joy to teach," Dora said warmly. "Danny's posture has improved tremendously. Jazz is still working on conversation topics—she needs to learn how to speak with more feeling—but she’s doing well. As for Danielle, she's practically perfect. Just a little help with table manners, and she’ll be the model student."

Magdalene smiled, pride in her eyes. "Vlad will be thrilled to hear that."

Dora paused, glancing at her guests. "There is one more thing. If you could help provide accessories for the students’ formal wear, I’d be forever grateful. I know they’re already struggling to afford the attire, so any little bit would go a long way."

"Consider it done," Leta said with a smile. "I’ll gather some accessories for the students, and I’ll even bring extra candles and decorations for the event."

"I’ll pitch in too," Magdalene offered. "Vlad and I can help with the food. And if anyone can’t afford their outfits, we’ll cover it. No one’s night should be ruined by lack of funds."

Dora’s smile grew. "Thank you both. This means more to me than I can express. It’s been a long road, but this school is my dream—to give these kids a chance to become the best versions of themselves. Maybe we can make a difference, not just for them, but for future generations."

Magdalene nodded, raising her teacup. "Here’s to the next generation of charming ladies and gentlemen."

The three women raised their cups in agreement, their shared goal stronger than ever. They finished their tea, ready to make the upcoming ball a night to remember.