((Author's Notes: Before we begin, I wish to make the simple statement that this is my first fanfic, and perhaps my last. However, I was inspired by the game Magical Diary, and have had this alternate story floating around in my head for a few days now, and once I have an idea in my head, I simply must let it out! Hopefully, I can maintain interest long enough to actually finish the story!
That said, I decided to use the name Lydia Quigley (instead of boring ol' Mary Sue) as the main character, and all of her points of view will be in actual diary form. I chose Butterfly Hall, because I never really felt like I fit in to Horse Hall (especially with the take on sports). But enough rambling from me! Here is the first entry, with a small surprise for the readers at the end! Enjoy.
~Esylana))
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"Hieronymous..."
There was darkness. His body moved slowly, like he was caught in the middle of a pit of molassas, and he slowly turned, fighting, struggling.
"Hieronymous...!"
Urgency, the desperate need to flee, fight, and panic, all in one moment. He felt his chest tightening, his lips forming desperate words.
"Hieronymous! Help me!"
Violet! Hold on, Violet, I'm coming! He couldn't say the words. He couldn't hardly think them, before a pair of shadowy hands shot out at him, and his own silent scream merged with the high-pitched keen of a girl in serious trouble...
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Hieronymous Grabiner woke with a start, his body bathed in a cold-sweat, even as the covers of his bed were twisted in skewed tangles around his legs. Sunlight streamed in through the softly draped window, and he heard the faint murmurs of a bubbling cauldron nearby. His own small cauldron, which he'd left over night to brew a particularly elusive substance that took great skill to create. Just another experiment, to try and forget...
He shoved himself up and out of the bed, pulling his robes off and tossing them aside, before donning a clean set, and getting himself ready for the day. It took him a few moments to shake off the shadows of his nightmare before he realized what day it was, and silently cursed.
The first day of school. And the day new students arrived. How he hated this time of year. He always had to take his precious time and re-establish not only his position, but ensure that the students kept their distance. And heeded his every word. A task that was not always easy, though could be enjoyable at times. If enjoyable were even a word for it.
He stepped from his room, and was met by the ever-cheerful Professor Potsdam. He briefly wondered how he was able to stomach this woman, as well. But he had to admit, in his roughest time, she had come to his aid, and for that, he should be grateful. Unfortunately, grateful was not on his list of emotions this morning. He gave a small growl of non-commital as she handed him the freshman roster.
"And a lovely morn to you, dear Hieronymous, did you sleep well?"
"...No."
"Ah...I'm sorry to hear that...well, here is the list of new students. Another batch of wildflowers, oh the year is going to be simply exciting for them!" she gushed, giving her grandmotherly smile that always seemed to melt his defenses.
"...Yes. I suppose exciting is one word for it," he responded finally with the faint smirk that most students referred to as "The Evil Smile".
"I'm sure you'll make them feel right at home," she stated, smiling fondly at him as she waved her farewells and scuttled down the hall.
He stared after her, his smile gone, the dullness in his eyes again, even as his shoulders slumped slightly. It was going to be a long day.
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Chaos had come to the school as new students met with older students who would become seasoned guides. Old friends reunited with warm greetings and excited gossiping about what the new year might bring. Most of the new students were finding their way across the school rather easily, though some had the misfortune to end up lost.
A few of the young girls passed by a strange-looking fellow, who lounged up against the side of one of the buildings. They tittered as they passed by, making low comments about his wings, his hair, and most of all, his blue skin.
Damien Ramsey simply eyed them with distant interest. They were plain, these new students, these wildflowers that, to him, all looked the same. None had taken his interest, though he knew full well what he was looking for. Surely she'd be here this year. She had better.
This was his last year...and his last chance...
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Dear Diary,
That is how one starts these sorts of things, yes? I suppose since I'm the only one who will ever read this diary, I don't really need to write down who I am, but I don't know how else to start. So here goes.
My name is Lydia Quigley. I hate my last name. So we'll change it. My name is Lydia The Awesome! Yeah! ...Okay, not really. I still hate my last name, but I suppose it's the only thing that's 'normal' about me.
See, I'm on my way to this magical hidden school to learn, you guessed it, magic! The car ride is a little bumpy, so my handwriting is really messy. I hope I can read this again later.
In any case, it'll be a few minutes before we reach the school. My first taste of magic happened when I was thirteen years old. Right on my birthday, of all things! I woke up, and started going about my daily routine, when my mirror reflection came to life and winked at me! I would've sworn I was dreaming, if I hadn't pinched myself. Other small things happened throughout the day - things moving of their own accord, the cat politely excusing itself as it shoved past me, and my milk changed from white to black, then back again!
Life went back to normal after that day, until this woman in this very large and froofy (is that a word?) hat showed up at the foot of my bed a few days ago. She said I had magical blood in me, and now that I was sixteen years old, I could attend school to learn how to properly hone my skills! But I had to take an Oath of Secrecy, or something like that. Well, who doesn't want to learn magic? I could just zap all my problems away! So I said yes, and now here I am, headed to school.
I think she said I was to be in the Butterfly Hall, because of my sophistication. I can't help but preen at that thought. Me, sophisticated! Hah! Ooohh, my stomach hurts. I should probably stop writing...or get something to eat. Now that I think about it, I didn't have breakfast. Oh, we're here!
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((Reader's Choice: Where should Lydia go first?
A: Find her room and meet her roomates.
B: Find the cafeteria and get something to eat.
Post with your choice, and/or feedback please.
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