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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄.

𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 & 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓪 𝓕𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵

WELCOME! WELCOME!

To the mountainous and inconceivably small and all the normality in between it comes once more that the wrought gates of St. Voisins' swing themselves open and your beloved cars kick you to the curb with their new sentience! Above in cloud-spotted skies the leathery flapping of wings beats into your heart like a knight of old, a lance that strikes and reminds you that you are indeed on the grounds of somewhere whimsical and mystical. Set down your bags and watch as the troll-like caretakers of the grounds haul them away with no promise of return ! Here you are welcome to explore that aura within you that sets you apart from the world, a special thing indeed. Welcome, to St. Voisin's Academy for Witches!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆:

Please meet us on the Green in front of St. Aching Hall and to the south of Lake Dior. There, the Courtyard will be adorned in various fall dressings, in addition to a stage, where upon the Commencement Proceedings shall be made, and rows of Club Stands and other Festival goodies. After the Commencement announcements, students are welcomed to tour the grounds to join various clubs, inquire about the Order of Apollonian Apostles, bob for poison apples, attempt to outsmart this year’s volunteer, Professor Di Agotini’s, barrier spells and dunk him in the tank, play a round of capture the flag, race the sirens of Lake Dior, etc.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀:

First, Headmistress Xu will make a welcome speech and inspire hope about this school year. Next, the Student Body President voted upon last semester shall make her first speech to her constituents, followed by the Vice President. From there, a current Praetor will make their welcome speech and announce any new additions and provide their pins. Finally, the Commencement Proceedings will end with an announcement that this year is quite special, as it is a Tournament year. Afterwards, students are invited to enjoy the Freesia Festifall.

WELCOME! WELCOME!

To the mountainous and inconceivably small and all the normality in between it comes once more that the wrought gates of St. Voisins' swing themselves open and your beloved cars kick you to the curb with their new sentience! Above in cloud-spotted skies the leathery flapping of wings beats into your heart like a knight of old, a lance that strikes and reminds you that you are indeed on the grounds of somewhere whimsical and mystical. Set down your bags and watch as the troll-like caretakers of the grounds haul them away with no promise of return ! Here you are welcome to explore that aura within you that sets you apart from the world, a special thing indeed. Welcome to St. Voisin's Academy for Witches!

Upon your luggage being swept away, you’ll be directed further along the trail of Fre Forest, which opens up to a voracious thunder. The knolling campus courtyard is full of wonder and merriment, seemingly all for you to enjoy. A spinning wheel, larger than you thought any moving structure possible, shoots up towards the sky and brings people to new heights. On the other side of the yard, towards Lake Dior, there is a glowing carousel with enchanted beasts of all variety, including toadstools, frogs, unicorns, and you spot even a strange one that looks close to the Grumsters that carted away your belongings. Squinting your eyes, you see that lining the rest of the trail you walk upon are rows and rows of tents, some with rudimentary labels indicating they’re for clubs or other campus activities. Some, it seems are even for more of the carnival games that fit the theme of the day’s proceedings, including a dunk-tank with a mysterious chihuahua sitting atop it. 

A great roar fills the arena as the faculty lining your path direct you forward, all dressed in robes so irregularly formal that you almost wish you had dressed better. The insecurity does not have time to grip you as you look up, startled, and find the noise was not a recording from one of the various rides. No, you look up and see the fictional become literal. 

“That’s Tohra,” Professor Walis murmurs to you as you stop short next to her. “That roar wasn’t from her, though. It was her husband.” 

A spindle-prick point towards a luminescent cave carved in the side of the mountain. You gasp.  A three-headed beast. “Kéhri. Isn’t he beautiful?” You nod, not quite sure what to make of a tri-maned lion, before you start to move on. 

Cheers erupt from the crowd gathered before the ornate stage constructed in front of the steps to St. Aching Hall. You had read about this and had perhaps imagined something similar when you made your campus visit. Of course, you hadn’t imagined it being like this. A three-times human-sized, burgundy and mucusy slug murmurs at a microphone, frowning at Tohra, who makes another release of flame, striking stars into the students’ eyes like shooting stars. As you become one with the rest of the body, not even you can avoid being impressed and moved by the display. 

It is short-lived as Headmistress Xu shrinks into her human form, realizing her impression is a lost-cause with Tohra around to shoot fireworks in the sky. Grumbling, she catches everyone’s attention as the mic amplifies her prominence.

“Welcome, welcome. St. Voisin’s welcomes you. If you’re one of our brave First-Years, you might be confused as to what all this fanfare is. Perhaps you might even want to settle in and sti down,” she gives an empathizing smile. “As you’ll grow used to, witches have an innate disdain for the dismal or routine. Your warrior’s hearts will run amuck on this campus. Starting today, right now. Welcome to the Freesia Festifall.” 

The Headmistress widens her stance and opens an arm in equal spirit. Then, she smiles with a small chuckle, “Unfortunately, before we can delve into the spoils, we must run through the dismal traditions.”

Clearing her throat once more, she unfolds a sheet of prim-typed paper, lined with sluggy membrane, and holds it a sharp distance from her face. Convulsed into an odd expression, she squints before going, “Ah yes!” Finally, after some more enthusiastic shuffling, she clears her throat once more and begins:

“The University of St. Voisin has stood since the dawn of humanity’s triumph. It exists well beyond our memories, beyond any text of history, and yet, we know it has stood for centuries. A homestead for those imbued with gifts beyond our comprehension, St. Voisin’s has served as a refuge for the magical kind and a stimulant for scholastic knowledge. She is just as mysterious as the otherworldly miasma that flows through us, and yet, here we stand. And yet, we triumph onward.”

She pauses, glancing across a sea of faces, and perhaps you wonder for a moment if she spots you in the crowd. 

“This year, you will triumph in your own ways. Perhaps, even bigger ones, too, if you find yourself lucky enough to have a professor take you on as a researcher. You will grow victorious over the domains that once restrained you, from the mastery of potionscraft to the elusive art of print-making or violin restringing. Mathematics might be your call, where you might find Professor Brunscoe more of a challenge than his calc-based physics course.”

Good-natured giggles flowed amongst the crowd, and the victim-professor readjusts his glasses and smiles with a wave. The Headmistress nods to him, beaming.

“Above all, you will prove yourself a battle-end to the challenges that arise. You will be a victor. You will be a Scholar.”

It appears that the Headmistress has a flare for the melodrama, as she pauses for effect. 

“Above all, we hope you find a respite, a camaraderie, a barracks, and even a jousting-round at St. Voisin’s. Welcome to the Fall Semester of 1949!”

A round of applause, and some hollers from the upperclassmen. Jubilee blossoms amongst the students, and the Headmistress waits for it to calm so she might conduct the chorus once more. 

“Now, we will more on to speeches by your elected President, Violetta Williams, and Vice President, Katherine Dubois. This will then be followed by the induction of our newest Praetors with speeches given by Murn Praetor Rahna and Zoi Praetor Arturio Ibrahim-Montoya.”

Once the speeches have been completed, with the Praetors now properly pinned, Headmistress Xu steps up to the microphone once more. 

“Thank you, Rahna and Arturio for those lovely… ahem�� speeches. And to our representatives, Miss Williams and Miss Dubois. I see why our electorate picked you two to head our school’s society.” 

A lull nestles amongst the crowd, befuddled as to why the Headmistress hasn’t set them free. Others, perhaps those more ambitious, know exactly why she has paused. As if sensing the equal-mix of unease and salivation, she gives a fox-hound smirk. 

“This year, we are beholden to a Julian Leap Year. I’m sure many of you already know what that means, but for my brow-furrowed friends, I will explain.” 

Some shuffling, with a professor passing something shiny on a velveteen plush, and the Headmistress hoists up an ornate diadem. Encrusted at its crown with a sun being swallowed by a moon, the baroque design hosts gold curtains composed of coins emblazoned with all sorts of Spirits, from the ones representative of the Houses to other, stranger ones. Unknown. A hush befalls the students, no longer twittering and mumbling about how boring Commencement can be. Dainty leaves forged by alchemic means encircle the diadem, appearing almost as weak as the natural ones that float in the breeze. 

“This is the Galdre Laurel. For all of you, it will be your first time seeing it first hand. It won’t be your last. For some of you, it may be last witnessed amongst your peers as bejeweling your head. Wouldn’t that be nifty?” 

Headmistress Xu places the victory wreath on its ceremonial pillow before continuing, “A Weihand Tournament is upon us, and this autumn, we will see who Fates chooses as its Champion. Only ten of the thirty chosen will be crowned Decimpas Champions. Only one will be the Galdre, the ultimate victor. And only the Galdre will receive all the spoils of war, along with the responsibility of battle.”

An ominous tone rings out, throaty and gilt. Headmistress Xu’s gaze narrows, but she quickly recovers with a smile. 

“By the start of October, we shall see exactly who Fate calls forth, and by the end of the academic year, we will see who serves in Its stead.” 

The heady air rises towards the heavens with these words. The students are back to mumbling kinetically, thirsty for Fate to show its hand. It appears even the Headmistress is stunned, confused as to why not even a single conduit has shown its Spirit’s hide. She shakes it off, deciding that such an oddity is purely coincidental, that habits do not always play out especially regarding Fate. 

“Alright!” Pliant eyes recede back to her. “I send you Scholars off now on the Semester Ship. Before, however, partake in the plunders we have to offer: join a club, harass a professor, ride the carousel, and eat cotton candy until you’re silly. Welcome to St. Voisin’s!”

In a spectacular display, the Headmistress lets loose a bundle of rose petals tucked in her sleeves. They sink too soon, covered in slug-slime, though the applause is still hearty, the excitement palpable. Tohra lets a flame ring, and Xu tosses back a glare before leaving the stage.

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𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺-𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙰𝚃 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙰 𝙵𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻 by Rita Akasaje September 1st, 1949

Today, St. Voisin students gathered in the pavilion for the Freesia Festifall and Headmistress Xu’s Commencement Address. Many thought the proceedings would flow naturally and without upset. Indeed, even your reporter was tempting boredom by the latter end of the event. Of course, Headmistress Xu could not let us, even the reporters, walk away empty-headed. 

For the first time in almost four years, the master of ceremonies held up for all the Galdre Laurel (pictured below), of which there is only one. The crowd turned tumultuous and vibrant as the Weihand Tournament was announced. Shockwaves ran through, and Scholars murmured in wonder at the thought of one of them being crowned a Decimpas or even better — the Galdre.  In the crowd, surprisingly slept on, was past winner, Ursulina Pemt, wearing what looked to be the same Laurel that the Headmistress held before the mass. When asked where she acquired her false headgear (and if she takes after former Decimpas Champion and known thief, Professor Inga Ibrahim-Montoya), she scoffed. After some convincing, she reported thus: 

“While the Galdre wears the Laurel during the Victory Regalia, we aren’t actually allowed to take it home with us. Along with our free tuition and glory, we’re gifted a hand-crafted rendition of the Laurel.”  Upon corroboration with the Faculty of the University, it appears that the Laurel is copied once a year, with the center sun-moon piece being replaced with the piece of the Star Shard associated with the winner, typically cast in a shape or color that the alchemist senses best fits the victor. Pemt showed us her Laurel, pointing out that her center-piece was violet and refused to reflect light. Fitting for a former member of House of Gol.  Pemt went on to describe the benefits of being a Decimpas Champion, beyond just the Galdre Laurel, saying, “We really are an exclusive sect of alumni. We’re the only ones considered fit to teach, fit to study magic further, etc. Furthermore, the tuition breaks and status open up doors that some Champions might have seen closed forever. Simply being apart of the Tournament is impressive, and I can’t wait to see who joins our ranks.”  It appears that Pemt’s sentiment strikes true amongst the students, but this reporter is not as assured. Unlike all the previous Tournament Announcements, no conduit sparked and called their wearer to Fate’s hand. Suspicious, in our eyes, and we cannot ignore the changing tides.  Recently, reports have popped up of the Sekwnacht, an antiquated cult known for selling their souls, their lives, to an unknown Spirit in exchange for all its gifts. However, it has been thought to have left the witching world for quite some time. Most tend to call it heresy, especially given the War has sparked up much discussion of the magical deep, of the old meeting the new. Still, with the death of various witches over the past year and a half, one cannot help but wonder. When Pemt was asked about this trend, her eyes widened, and she refused to comment.  Suspicious, indeed, and one cannot help but wonder if there are members, even amongst our elite, that cooperate with the Skewnacht. Is is possible that even the most up-standing has been tainted by the evil that rolls between us all? It appears that Pemt was not impressed by our line of questioning, as she was tempestuous for the rest of the interview. When asked about why she showed up to the Festifall, she replied rather sternly, “I simply wanted to see what promise any of the students held.”  Of course, we all know what that means. The Decimpas alumni love to bet on winning dogs, from those who get chosen as Champions to those who win. Rumor has it that Pemt lost a quarter grand last Tournament, and she’s looking to make it back. When asked, she scoffed, reporting, “No one in their right mind would bet that much, unless you’re Bartie Makenthal.”  When asked, Bartie Makenthal denied such claims, but this reporter is betting on the truth, given how volatile he reacted. Above all, it seems that this year’s Tournament will be quite interesting. As always, Le Courant Mystique will be the one to report on it all. To re-up your subscription, simply. . . 

JOURNALIST’S NOTE: Due to Ursulina Pemt’s threat to sue, we must clarify that it is alleged that Pemt said anything regarding Bartie Makenthal’s gambling addiction.

The Galdre Laurel, as worn for centuries.

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐆

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐆 PROFESSOR OF THANATOLOGY + LIFE MAGIC

A man that looks exceptionally harrassed every hours of the day, he has too many sharp quips to spare and too little sleep to take. Sarcastic and overworked, he nonetheless is known for his high intelligence and funding of internships. As long as you don't ask him any stupid questions...

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀

𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀 COACH OF SPORTS TEAMS

Once an immensely popular player herself, Felicia Cardona is a legend amongst those who wish to have develop their skills in the magical sports. Long retired from her own competitions, she has now dedicated to training prospective players - and signing autographs when asked to. A friendly, bubbly woman whose strength has not left her even in her older age, she is intensely focused on her students' success and health.

Just a touch terrifying when one has missed a practice session, she is undoubtedly a professor that cares. Outside of the manicured fields, she is also the proud mother of one Francisco Cardona - a son she spoils without any remorse. It is no secret that she will not tolerate any problems with him, all softness dissolving.

MOTHER TO FRANCISCO CARDONA

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐗𝐔

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐗𝐔 HEAD OF FACULTY + CURRICULUM. FORMER PROFESSOR OF ANCIENT CRYPTS + CRYPTOLOGICAL CREATURES

The head of academics and proceedings for all of St. Voisin’s. While she answers to the Board, Headmistress Xu is still a formidable figure of great importance and impact on the students and the school itself. As such, she tends to be everywhere all at once, offering a kind smile to those she passes by, while also straightening your tie if she senses the Augurians may make an appearance.

The strangest thing about Headmistress Xu is that she is not a human; in fact, she is a giant slug, dug up approximately 100 years prior in an expedition funded by the school. Her ability to transfigure into a human is quite rare, and not much is known about her species other than what the Headmistress has divulged. As such, she won a spot amongst the Faculty, despite her lack of winning a Tournament, as Fate appeared to shine to her. From there, she has easily acclimated to more human contact, though she is known to roam the crypt-tunnels from whence she came, causing earth-quakes due to her large natural size. No one is sure what she does down there, but some suspect she knows where the last of her kind roam…

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐑𝐀

𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐑𝐀 PROFESSOR OF TRANSFIGURATION, GLAMOUR MAGIC, + THE CAMPUS’S HISTORY

A cryptid around campus, Professor Ladislo is never the same character twice. Infamous for having mastered both the ability to transfigure into other creatures and using his glamouring to mimic people, he is oftentimes not known to be on campus until he enters the room. A strong patron of House of Enki, it comes as no surprise he favors them most of all. 

LADISLO IS THE OVERSEEING PROFESSOR FOR THE SOCIETY OF SEPTEM UMBRAE

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐒

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐒 PROFESSOR OF ASTROLOGY + DIVINATION

Darven has long inhabited one of the taller towers of St. Voisins, a man that keeps to himself as his eyes stay glued to the telescopes trained on the stars. Serious despite his so-called 'whimsical' practice he is a teacher known for the impossibly lengthy homework given to students in the pursuit of the unknown and unintelligible future. Does not accept tardies and will already have punishment homework on your desk before you step in.

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 PROFESSOR OF ELEMENTAL STUDIES

Elspeth is well-known around campus. Harsher words are only to be found with her, except if you're apart of the Order of Apollonian Apostles or her main area of focus. Demure, well-put-together, and kind, she can be a great asset to those looking to get ahead. Note: she offers extra credit

ELSPETH IS THE OVERSEEING PROFESSOR FOR THE ORDER OF APOLLONIAN APOSTLES

ELSPETH IS PLAYED BY VIOLA DAVIS

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𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 HEAD OF THE BOARD + LEADER OF THE AUGURIAN FAE

Many scoff when they witness Wallace. He is unlike his Fae brethren: short instead of tall, stocky instead of lithe, quite human looking instead of ethereal, etc. The list goes one. Not even his hair is real, as it is a wig. Typically dressed in  a caveman's scraps or ancient wizard robes, he is an enigma around campus. Yet everyone knows exactly who he managed this position. As the Augurian Fae practice cannibalism as a form of expressing leadership. Quite literally, Wallace ate a head to get to where he is today. Don't be surprised when a shiver crosses across your back in his wake... you'd be well-off to be fearful, as much as he seems strangely friendly.

WALLACE IS PLAYED BY DANNY DEVITO

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𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 is currently covering . . .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

important links: le courant mystique. the tournament. the university.

𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 . . .

current phase: plotting. first event: commencement of the fresia festifall.

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐀 𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐌-𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐀

𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐀 𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐌-𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐀 PROFESSOR OF ARCHEOLOGY, ANTHROPOLOGY, + MAGICAL ARTIFACTS

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

Known as a bit of a hot-head who cares far too much about getting her students into the field, Professor Inga is a bit of an infamous figure around campus and within the magical world (perhaps even the human one, as well, though you likely wouldn’t know it). Workaholic, a little absent-minded, but full of life. Being devoted to her wife, Chioma, has been the only constant in her life, as she had traveled the globe since she graduated St. Voisin’s. Upperclassmen will whisper to freshman taking one of her classes, warning them of her peculiarities and high expectations. Some, though, go a step further and divulge her criminal past. A once-feared thief, Professor Inga made her fortune in artifacts, stealing them, reselling them, and keeping some for herself. The ring on her wife’s finger is believed to have belonged to Joan D’Arc, enchanted to protect all those harm her, and mysteriously disappeared not-long after she joined the Faculty. More devious rumors are spouted about her, including the unfortunately true one that her service for the University is a condition of her parole. Still, one cannot call her an uncaring professor.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒:

Mother to Arturio Ibrahim-Montoya

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐎 𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐈

𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐎 𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐈 PROFESSOR OF POTIONS

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

When students enter Professor De Agostini’s first-year Potions class, they are shocked to find not a human directing the proceedings, but rather, a chirping, squat chihuahua. Students have tired, for years, to deduce by Professor De Agostini is cursed to be a dog, but he refuses to explain, nor does he think it pertinent to the learning he offers. A difficult professor to pass, people often remark him as either a terror, always barking order, or the man that made them love the art of potionscrafting. Always willing to help his students, his office is always open, provided you bring him a treat. 

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒:

Is a chihuahua.

PHILIPPO IS PLAYED BY ROBERT DENIRO

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐌𝐀 𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐌-𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐀

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐌𝐀 𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐌-𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐀 PROFESSOR OF REANIMATION

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

It is no secret that Professor Chioma is the enjoyer of the morbid, a woman whose dark entries are often gilded in findings. Some may call her mad, a woman whose pursuit in the undead goes far beyond her own knowledge; others call her overzealous, far too encapsulated in her own work, a harsh critic of her students for the betterment of their findings. She, much like any other professor, wishes for her students' development, though her harsh words may come off as more discouraging than anything else. Her blood is no secret to those in St. Voisin, a doting mother to Arturio; the type to spoil him, no matter his wrong doings, and will always back up his arrogance. Though, this may be her parental downfall, the failure to put her foot down. To make one thing clear, do not pick a fight with her child—do not argue: the moment she catches wind of this behavior warrants hostility. Professor Chioma is known to reanimate bodies in the morgues from time to time for class presentations; though they are temporary and short-lived, this does not mean that it does not leave a lasting impression.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒:

Mother to Arturio Ibrahim-Montoya

CHIOMA IS PLAYED BY YETIDE BADAKI

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐊𝐄𝐙𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒

𝐊𝐄𝐙𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒 PROFESSOR OF FAMILIAR CARE + STUDY OF MAGICAL BEINGS

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

Utterly and hopelessly lacking in magic and from a line that wouldn't know what to do with a wand if you paid them, professor Walis is an odd sort out of awarded and bethropied teachers - he can't do the simplest spell nor can he sense when reality is shifting before his very eyes. And yet, human and brittle and aging as he is, there is hardly one so beloved by the creatures of magic as he is. From the tiniest fairy to devouring, fire-throwing dragons, he is an expert in his field. Patience and love is what it takes in his classes.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒:

coming soon.

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐉𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐄

𝐏𝐄𝐉𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐄 PROFESSOR OF ARITHMANCY + CHRONOMANCY

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

Don't be fooled by the youthful appearance of Professor Bruncose. A man well into his years yet as obscurant of them as ever he has dipped his toes and body into the sphere of time, lost on himself. Endless nights are spent fiddling with golden machines spinning endlessly around spheres of stars and maps of time and space. Chalk writes itself along boards with a flick of his hand and there's always that unnerving feeling when he teaches three classes in two places at the same time. A fuse seems to have long been broken in his brain, whispers of students blaming it on the studies that brought the professor to learn time magic. Challenging and time-consuming his classes have never been for the weak and oftentimes are known for the initial period during the start of semesters when students quickly drop his courses. Sighing and staring skywards he is occupied in company by an amalgamation of shadows and the incessant students pursuing unknown numbers and the elusive study of time.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒:

Teacher of Human-Focused Mathematics Courses.

PEJTER IS PLAYED BY PETER CAPALDI

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄  PROFESSOR of ANCIENT CURSES + CURSED OBJECTS.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

Whispers follow her, and people wonder at her kindness, at her undying age. They say she has been possessed by Venus. After all, what other explanation could there be for a woman of such age to be so pristine, so otherworldly beautiful that even the eyes of the most out of date professors watch her swish by, curling inward to their tattered robes. Students say she is more laughable than even Professor De Agostini; why can’t women of a certain age relinquish their hold on youth? Yeltine will call this the folly of the students’ youth. She knows better than to give their words credence. Perhaps this is why Violetta Williams is her chosen pupil of late. Most underlings barely grasp the intricacies of curses, as they, in her opinion, do not see nor do they embrace the longevity and weight they hold. Spells are weather-worn, tried and true. A curse will trick even its caster, and for that alone, it requires a certain respect and affection. Much like the professor, these words are often scoffed at. To most, Professor Yeltine is an example of the frivolity of curses. How else could she remain so young? When Violet was asked to join her research team, a coveted spot for anyone studying curses or history, everyone took it as evidence of this notion’s truth. After all, like begets like and when has Violet ever used her curses for anything less than vanity?

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒:

Currently running a research team that is restoring, preserving, and digitizing grimoires from the 16th century.

AMORA IS PLAYED BY SAMANTHA ROBINSON

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𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀.  Chemical Engineering + Alchemic Constructs. House of Murn.

This character is a WIP. 

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

coming soon.

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒:

PLAYED BY CHANCE PERDOMO.

𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂:

𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙔: Alchemy

𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎:  

𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙈𝙀𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙎: 

𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙁𝙄𝘾𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙔:

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓:

coming soon.

FRANCISCO IS PLAYED BY BAD ENDING

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