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⋆˚࿔ 【 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 - 𝐂𝐡.1-4 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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The soft chorus of purrs and gentle snores echoed through the second-floor bedroom of Ramshackle Dorm. Nestled under a blanket she had yanked from the closet, [Name] slept soundly, her form half-curled against the chilly air. Moonlight spilled in through the cracked windows, but it was the mirror tarnished and laced with webs over the shattered fireplace that began to glow softly.

A brilliant white shimmer pulsed from its surface, dust and grime doing nothing to dull its otherworldly light. It grew brighter, casting silver beams over [Name]'s face as she stirred in her sleep. Her brows twitched, lips parting as fragmented dreams clashed behind her eyelids. With a sharp inhale, her e/c eyes snapped open.

Faint singing floated in the distance. "What the hell...?" [Name] muttered groggily, fingers brushing her cheek as she pushed herself upright. She wasn't in her dorm anymore and Grim wasn't beside her.

Instead, she sat on a lawn of perfectly trimmed, velvety grass, encircled by towering hedges and blooming roses a garden too perfect, too surreal. Her expression twisted with disbelief. "Maddie?" she whispered instinctively, a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips when she realized the wackiness of the world around her. Then, confusion overtook her again. "No... I was in my room. I was asleep so how come..."

Pushing herself to her feet, her sock-clad toes met the cool ground. Her surroundings wavered like water, and she gripped her head, steadying herself as vertigo hit. A shadow approached. Lifting her gaze, she saw a young girl in a cerulean dress approaching.

"Why are you mad too?" the girl asked with a puzzled tilt of her head [Name] blinked. "Mad...?" she repeated, then shook her head with a soft smile. "No. I'm not from Wonderland." "Oh, how strange!" the girl said, her British accent unmistakable. "But you're like me, then. You're not from here, are you?"

"No... I'm not," [Name] said. Her voice was soft, but carried a natural authority. Her presence regal yet rebellious was striking, from her h/c, plum-tinted curls to the intricate black and amethyst accents in her outfit, reminiscent of a modern fairytale queen who had chosen her own fate. The h/cnette shook her head "What's your name?" "Alice! Alice Pleasance Liddell" She grinned [Name]s eyes snapped open. She's talking to Alastors mother.

Her thoughts whirled around panicked, yet her thought process was cut off by the girl gesturing a hand towards her "What's your name?" the girl asked brightly "[Name]... [Name] Queen." Alice for that's who the girl introduced herself as gasped softly. "A queen?" Her blue eyes sparkled with wonder. "Oh, are you royalty?" [Name] chuckled lightly. "No, not really. It's just a last name."

The two girls exchanged smiles, an unspoken understanding forming between them. They began walking together through the winding rose bushes, their conversation filled with curiosity and warmth. Alice, as it turned out, was from Victorian England. Her description matched perfectly blonde hair tied back with a bow, porcelain skin, and a dress that looked like it belonged in a storybook... though she couldn't help but flicker of memories of herself travelling through wonderland to get the storybook of leegnds.

What amused [Name] most was Alice's claim that her dress was wide enough to float down like a parachute. It reminded her of the nonsense Maddie blabbered and yet, this place was wonderland it didn't feel completely unfamiliar. There was a tug at the back of her mind, memories wrapped in violet and silver mist.

"I don't see anything ahead," [Name] said, scanning the garden. Alice nodded. "It's quite difficult." "Don't worry. I'll help you," [Name] said, gently placing a reassuring hand on the girl's shoulder. Then came the singing.

Painting the roses red!

A rose bush, an actual bush shouted at them. [Name] flinched, patting down her pajama pants and furrowing her brow. "Okay, that's new," she whispered. She stepped forward, not noticing how each movement transformed her outfit her clothing morphing into a regal ensemble.

As [Name] walked deeper into the strange, blooming garden, her pajamas shimmered, threads of light curling around her limbs like strands of magic. In their place formed an elaborate, two-part dress otherworldly, elegant, and unmistakably enchanted.

The bodice bloomed in a soft lavender hue, etched with swirling, paisley-like patterns in a richer violet shade that danced with each movement she made. It clung delicately to her form, regal yet flexible, like something spun from moonlight and ink.

Below it, the skirt flared outward in vibrant layers of teal and soft green, interwoven with horizontal stripes of white and pale yellow. It swayed with a playful elegance, airy and whimsical like a breeze made fabric.

Draped over her shoulders was a dramatic, textured shoulder piece its form reminiscent of seafoam or stylized aquatic flora. Crafted in shimmering aqua and teal hues, it cascaded like frozen waves, adding volume and a touch of fantasy to the ensemble.

Her shoes clicked softly against the garden's path high-heeled and sculptural, black as obsidian with details that mimicked feathers or perhaps gnarled vines wrapping around her ankles. Each step carried the weight of a fairytale queen dramatic, composed, undeniably powerful.

A golden crown rested atop her head, delicate yet commanding, casting glints of reflected moonlight through her h/c purple streaked hair. Her voluminous locks were pinned in an elegant updo, with curled tendrils spilling down to frame her face in soft waves.

Painting the roses red~! We're painting the roses red!

Alice climbed onto [Name]'s lifted arms to peek over the hedge as the two watched a parade of living playing cards cheerfully and desperately slather red paint over snow-white rose bushes. "Oh no," [Name] muttered as she caught on to the lyrics. The song, once whimsical, took on a darker tone. "They're trying to hide the mistake before the Queen sees."

They'll cease to grow!

The Two and Three of Clubs wailed dramatically, clutching their brushes like lifelines.

NO!

The Ace barked, whacking them both with his dripping paintbrush. "Well... this is well mad" [Name] whispered with a snort, and Alice giggled quietly beside her. As they stepped forward, Alice curiously asked.

Oh pardon me but Mr three why do you paint them red?

The cards paused, staring at [Name]'s outfit so eerily reminiscent of Wonderland's madness, yet refined and otherworldly. One card held up a white rose, brushing red over it.

The Queen, she likes 'em red! If she saw white instead...

She'd raise a fuss!

And each of us...

Would quickly lose his head!

The cards chorused. Alice gasped, hand flying to her neck. [Name] also awkwardly fidgeted with her fingers reminding herself of how Lizzie is mother use to be more brutal then currently in ever after. Soon though the pair joined in the song, if only to blend in. [Name] even used a brush to help Alice reach a rose nearly taller than her.

Not pink!

Not green!

Not aquamarine!

We're painting the roses RED!

The joy didn't last long in the moment. A loud trumpet blared. The cards scrambled, trying to hide the paint as they shrieked "The Queen!"Alice gasped, trembling slightly. [Name] stood firm, slipping in front of the girl protectively as shadows loomed. A white rabbit dashed out, trumpet in hand her eyes sparkling in relization.

"Her Imperial Highness, Her Grace, Her Majesty! the Queen of Hearts!"

The Queen arrived in a flourish of red and gold, a towering presence. Her expression soured immediately as she inspected the roses one of them still dripping fresh red over white petals. [Name] placed a hand protectively on Alice's shoulder, but her eyes dropped to her own hand when feeling her hand slightly faze through the young girls shoulder.

It was fading. "Alice..." she whispered. "Your hand-!" Alice's wide blue eyes stared in horror. "[Name]... you're disappearing!" The ground beneath [Name] cracked open, a pool of inky blackness spreading under her as if hands were forming grasping up. Shadows clawed at her ankles, dragging her down. "What the-?!" "[Name]!" Alice screamed.

With one final, wide-eyed glance toward the shrinking garden above, [Name] was swallowed by the darkness a scream echoing into the void.

A sharp gasp tore from her lips as [Name] jolted upright, hand clutching her chest like she was trying to hold her heart in place. Her wide eyes darted downward, panic rising but she exhaled shakily the moment she realized nothing had wrapped itself around her feet. No shadows. No cold grip. Just the tangled blanket and the echo of a dream she couldn't quite shake.

The sudden rapping at the door snapped her from her daze. Blinking in confusion, she whispered, "What... Alice?" Her voice was raspy, half-swallowed by sleep.

She shuffled to the cracked window and craned her neck to look outside, but the only thing that greeted her was moonlight and mist. Then came a familiar, whiny voice that floated up from behind.

"Myaaah... Hey, [Name]," Grim drawled with a yawn, tiny fangs glinting as he stretched. "I know it's the middle of the night, but I think we've got a visitor. Maybe it's those pesky ghosts again? They just don't know when to quit."

Still foggy with sleep, [Name] groaned softly and dragged herself out of bed, her limbs heavy and unwilling. Grim followed close behind, immediately latching onto the hem of her pajama pants. His claws and tail wrapped tightly around her shin like a furry ankle weight as she trudged forward, careful with each awkward step to keep him from slipping off.

The floorboards beneath them groaned in protest loud, brittle creaks that echoed far too clearly in the dead silence of the old house. Dust swirled in the air as she moved through the dim corridor beside the staircase, the wallpaper peeling like old skin and the smell of damp wood clinging to everything.

She didn't know what waited for them on the other side of the door but in that moment, wrapped in shadows and silence, it felt like something was holding its breath.

The exhausted h/cnette stood before the door, hair a tangled mess and sleep still heavy in her limbs. She extended a hand toward the knob, her voice muffled by a tired yawn. "State thy name," she mumbled, rubbing at her eyes with the heel of her palm.

A familiar voice answered from the other side loud and unmistakably impatient. "It's me, Ace! Just let me in, all right?" A loud groan escaped her lips just as a sharp smack landed against the door. "Don't groan at me!" Ace barked with a scoff, clearly annoyed but also just as dramatic as ever.

Grim, still curled against [Name]'s pajama leg, gave a small sleepy nuzzle before his ears perked up. He glanced up just as she cracked the door open and both of them blinked into the dim moonlight spilling across the hallway.

"Ace?" [Name] squinted at the males neck.Grim jolted fully awake at the sight, fur fluffing as he pointed an accusatory paw at the redhead now standing with his arms crossed and a deep scowl plastered across his face. "It's the middle of the night- B-Bwah! That collar!" "I can't go back to Heartslabyul," Ace said flatly. "I'm joining your dorm. For good." "Myah?! Come again?!" Grim squeaked, his voice pitching in disbelief.

[Name] blinked slowly at him, still half-asleep, before noticing the anxious way Ace's eyes flicked over her appearance the loose, slipping shirt barely hanging onto her shoulder. Without thinking, he awkwardly reached out and tugged it back into place with an embarrassed cough, avoiding eye contact.

He stepped inside without waiting for permission, brushing past her in a huff with a tired sigh, [Name] shut the door and followed, her footsteps soft as they made their way toward the lounge, Grim scrambling along behind them. The air felt heavy with questions neither of them had the energy to ask.

Grim sat perched on the edge of the broken table, his tail twitching in suspicion as he pointed a clawed paw at Ace. "Myah! I'd recognize that collar anywhere," he huffed, puffing out his cheeks indignantly. "It's the same one that psycho stuck on me at orientation!"

He narrowed his eyes. "What'd you do to get shackled with that?" [Name] barely looked up from the chipped glass she was filling, her fingers curling gently around its rim before silently handing it over. Ace took it awkwardly, muttering a quiet thanks, and surprisingly it didn't taste like dishwater. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

With a deep sigh, Ace downed the rest and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth"I ate a tart." [Name] froze in place, halfway through setting the empty glass in the sink. She slowly turned her head toward him, eyes squinting in disbelief.

"You... ate a tart?" she echoed, stepping into the lounge. A small, disbelieving snicker escaped her lips. "Are you serious right now?" "Dead serious," Ace groaned, throwing his hands up. "That's it! That's all I did! I was starving, okay? So I snuck into the dorm kitchen and found these tarts in the fridge three of 'em! Big, shiny, delicious ones just sitting there!"

[Name] leaned lazily against the wall, watching him ramble on, one arm folded while the other rested under her chin. Her gaze, however, wasn't on his face it lingered on the smooth, glinting metal of the collar locked tight around his neck. Her expression turned thoughtful, the shadows from the dim lounge light playing across her face. That collar was no joke.

Ace rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he tugged open the fridge door in Heartslabyul's kitchen. His voice echoed through the empty space. "Ugh, I'm still beat from that crazy adventure... I missed dinner, too. I'm starving. C'mon, fridge- gimme a miracle. Whoa- score!"

His eyes lit up as he spotted the prize: tarts. Golden, glistening, still cool from the chill "These look amazing... and hey, plenty to go around," he muttered, already grabbing a fork. "No one's gonna miss just one teensy little slice. Right? Right." He took a bite, eyes shimmering with bliss.

"Mmph... So good. I'm in pastry paradise right now." A calm voice interrupted his sugar-fueled daze. "Of course they're good. Trey made them. His tarts are always exceptional." Ace, still chewing, blinked slowly. He turned mid-bite, already nodding his agreement.

"Yeah, but I mean- these are crazy good. Like, he could sell these at- wait- Housewarden?!" The fork clattered to the floor as he jumped. There stood Riddle Rosehearts, arms crossed, eyes sharp as ever. His uniform was perfectly pressed, his red hair immaculately styled and those two heart-shaped tufts on top looked anything but sweet at the moment.

"That you would dare to touch something of mine..." he began coldly, voice cutting through the kitchen air like ice. "Well. I'm impressed by your audacity, at least." Ace swallowed hard. Riddle raised his magic pen, its rose-red gem gleaming with warning.

"But the Queen of Hearts's rule number 89 is quite clear: 'Never eat a tart without the Queen's permission.'" His voice rose in fury. "The theft of tarts is a serious crime!" "Wait, wait, can we talk about-!"

Off With Your Head!

Ace sighed dramatically, gesturing to himself and the heart-shaped collar outlined in gold—the front dangling with an ornate golden lock "and here I am," he announced. A heavy silence settled over the trio. [Name]'s eye twitched in quiet disbelief.

Grim deadpanned, voicing what both he and [Name] were clearly thinking. "So... the point is you're both terrible?" Ace's jaw dropped. "You don't think it's insane that they sealed my magic over one slice of tart?!" He pointed wildly at himself, flailing his arms to punctuate every word. "For a mage, that's like having your arms and legs shackled! There were three tarts! Three! It's not like he could've eaten them all himself! You know this is messed up!"

[Name] blinked slowly, her exhaustion audible in her voice. "I guess... but what does this have to do with us?" Ace scowled at her, his face contorting in exaggerated offense. "What kinda wishy-washy answer is that?!"

Grim yawned, folding his little arms. "Yeah, but like... if there were three of 'em, they were probably for a party. Maybe it was someone's birthday or somethin'? Lookit that, I'm like a master detective too!"

Ace paused, frowning as the idea clicked. "A birthday party, huh...?" [Name] crossed her arms with a sigh. "Did you even apologize? I mean, I'd be annoyed too if someone took my food but if it was a mistake, I'd understand. Still... it might've been important."

Ace clicked his tongue, pouting. "Man... I thought you'd be more sympathetic! I'm a victim of the housewarden's tyranny here!" Grim didn't miss a beat. "But you stole food. That ain't cool!" [Name] chuckled. Ace groaned. "Ugh, you've gotta be kidding me!"

She gave him a pointed look before lightly smacking his arm. "Why not just go apologize, yeah?" He looked at her for a moment, then snorted at Grim's comment. "You don't go messin' with another man's meal..." Grim froze, eyes widening. "Wait a minute! I never got those cans of tuna the headmage promised me! Henchwoman-" "I'll get some later" She placed her hand onto Grims scruff fur the cat purring for a moment before clearing is throat.

[Name] glanced to her hand her nail polish chipped, Ace hummed before reluctantly nodding. "All right, all right. Fine. I get it I should apologize. But you're coming with me, [Name]. This was your idea, after all." She shrugged.

Ace looked around, hands on his hips. "Anyway, you got a place I can crash tonight?" Grim blinked. "Wait, you were serious about that? Outside of the room me and [Name] use, the rest of this dump is buried under a foot of dust. If you wanna stay here, you better start cleanin'!"

Ace recoiled. "Dude, no way! I hate cleaning! Just let me stay with you, N/N I'm slim! I won't take up much space." [Name] raised a brow at him, arms crossed her blank stare was answer enough. "Tch. You're about as flexible as a brick," he muttered. "Fine. The sofa it is. Night!" He flopped down on the couch with a huff, watching Grim head upstairs. [Name] followed with a glance back at Ace.

"I'll get you a blanket and pillow," she offered casually before heading up after Grim. Ace's lips twitched upward. He sighed in relief and leaned back, rubbing his neck where the enchanted collar tugged slightly. Just as he began to relax, a strange squeaking sound caught his attention.

He turned his head slowly and froze a rat stood on the coffee table. Silence blanketed the room as the mouse stared down Ace, a loud scream echoed throughout the room. Ace's voice cracked into a higher pitch as he yelped, cheeks flaring with embarrassment.

[Name] ran down the stairs worriedly. Holding a pillow, blanket in one arm before seeing how frightened Ace looked staring at the mouse. She couldn't stop laughing at the expression on his face.

Ace, red in the face, finally gave in and chuckled too. She winked, gave him a teasing mock bow, and whispered a dramatic, "Goodnight, Ace," before disappearing back upstairs. Ace sighed yet he was still smiling when the door shut behind her.

A loud groan escaped Ace as he coughed into his elbow, a small cloud of dust swirling into the air like powdered cobwebs. The threadbare couch beneath him creaked in protest, its springs groaning with age.

Even though [Name] had used her magic to patch up parts of Ramshackle Dorm, the place still looked like it had one foot in the grave.

The wallpaper peeled like old bark from the walls, its faded floral print stained by time and moisture. Exposed floorboards moaned under every step, brittle and splintered. Shadows pooled in corners where light couldn't reach, and the musty scent of age hung heavy in the air wood rot, soot, and something faintly metallic, like old blood or rust.

Despite the charm her presence brought, [Name]'s efforts could only do so much. Where her magic had swept through, things were cleaner, smoother, with faint traces of violet glow or ivy curling across the cracked surfaces but the decay of the dorm was stubborn.

Paint blistered on the ceiling. A single chandelier hung askew in the main hall, its crystal droplets dulled with grime and dust. Every breeze through the broken windows whispered like the ghosts that resided there.

Suddenly, sharp knocking echoed through the entry hall, bouncing off the warped wood and crumbling plaster with a loud, jarring rhythm. Ace huffed, scratching his tangled orange hair and sitting up with another groan. "Duuude... Who's banging on the door this early?" he muttered, coughing again as more dust billowed from the cushions. "Blegh! Every step kicks up a dust storm!"

He tossed his blanket aside. It landed in a heap on the floor, near a moth-eaten rug that had long lost its original color. With sluggish steps, he trudged toward the heavy double doors of the front entrance. Their once proud frame now sagged slightly, the brass handles tarnished and cold to the touch.

When he opened the door, the hinges shrieked like they were crying for mercy. Deuce stood there, arms crossed, looking unimpressed. "I figured I'd find you here," he said, tone flat while Ace let out a groan "Ugh. Deuce..." Deuce stepped into the entry hall, his boots tapping across the floorboards that echoed far too loudly for comfort. He glanced around at the gloomy interior with a sigh before focusing his annoyance back on Ace.

"So. You ate the housewarden's tart," he said, voice clipped. "You really are an idiot." Ace pointed a finger at him, scowling. "Oh, shut up! Like you're one to talk!"

He hesitated, glancing off toward a cracked window that filtered in pale morning light through crooked shutters. "Anyway... uh... is Riddle still mad?" Deuce shrugged, but his tone was dry. "Not exactly. Maybe just... mildly homicidal. Some of our dormmates overslept this morning. Only three of them got your treatment."

Ace's jaw dropped. "You call that not mad? Sounds like he's still on a rampage to me!" Creaking floorboards above made both boys look up, just in time to see Grim bounding down the rickety staircase, his fluffy tail twitching.

Behind him, [Name] descended with a tired expression. She moved as if the rotten wood didn't dare snap beneath her boots. Her silhouette, framed by the fractured sunlight spilling through the cracked windows, made her look like a shadow cut from royalty. She offered a small wave to Deuce, her e/c eyes calm and unreadable yet the eyebags were slightly visible.

Together, the four stepped out into the morning mist, leaving behind the eerie silence of Ramshackle Dorm its broken beauty standing like a forgotten relic against the creeping dawn.

Grim darted ahead on all fours, tail flicking and a smug grin plastered on his face as he weaved between passing students.

"Move it! Outta the way!" he hollered, earning scowls and grumbles from several irritated students. Trailing behind him, [Name], Ace, and Deuce followed at a more reasonable pace, offering half-hearted apologies to those Grim had shoved past.

"Night Raven College student comin' through!" Grim shouted again, slowing down just long enough to puff out his chest and flash his collar. "Oh? Did my collar catch your eye? Way better than the one you're stuck with!"

He let out a bark of laughter, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Y'know, the one that makes it so you can't use magic? But hey, the school could always use another janitor! Bwahaha!"

[Name] covered her mouth to stifle a snicker, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. She glanced at Ace, who was grinding his teeth so hard it was a wonder they didn't crack.

Ace scoffed, fists clenched. "Grrr! Trust me, Grim, once I get my magic back, you're first on the chopping block!"

Deuce raised a brow, placing a steadying hand on Ace's shoulder. "Didn't the Headmage just tell you yesterday no more incidents?" he asked, voice edged with exasperation. "Seriously, you're not going to be allowed in class if you can't use magic."

He crossed his arms. "Why not just apologize to the Housewarden? It's a small price to pay to get that collar off." [Name] nodded, her tone light but sincere. "I agree. And if it doesn't work..." She raised her hand and gave a small, graceful wave, fingers sparkling faintly with magic "I can always try something," she added with a soft smile.

Ace let out a dramatic groan. "Aaaaargh! I hate this! So! So! Much!" Grim rolled his eyes with a shrug. "Hmm. We've still got some time before class starts. I am kinda curious about the other dorms. Guess I'll tag along while you go beg for forgiveness."

Ace shot him a glare. "Since when did this become a field trip?!" [Name] giggled, teasing, "Since you didn't listen to your Housewarden. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he wore platform heels to make himself feel taller next time. If you continue to say he's mean I'm going to say he'd get on one knee posing in a courtroom to show his authority" She reached out and patted Ace's shoulder gently. He flinched, startled, but didn't pull away.

"Don't worry," she said softly. "We're here to help you out." Her smile warmed, comforting and genuine. "We're friends, Ace. And we'll be right there, we'll charm you on." Ace blinked, caught off guard by her sincerity. For a second, his usual scowl faltered.

With that, the group continued toward the Hall of Mirrors. Grim hopped up and settled comfortably on [Name]'s shoulder, his tail curling around the back of her neck. Ace followed, quieter than before. Maybe it was the calm way [Name] spoke, or the glint of magic still dancing faintly on her fingertips but for the first time since this mess started, he felt just a little less alone.

As The entrance of the Hall of Mirrors grew closer, [Name], and Deuce walked beside him, steady as a spellbook's promise, ready to help him face whatever came next.

The group of four stepped into the Hall of Mirrors, its grand architecture swallowing them in silence. The chamber was circular, vast, and breathtaking, with a vaulted ceiling that arched like the spine of some ancient cathedral.

Each footfall upon the polished floor sent soft pulses of light skimming across the green-tinted surface, as though the very room exhaled in quiet reverence. Lanterns, suspended in midair or mounted along the curved walls, glowed with emerald fire casting a faint shimmer over every reflection and whispering an aura of sleeping magic.

[Name] stood still at the heart of it all, she turned in slow, measured circles, her dark lashes low as her gaze drifted from mirror to mirror. Each surface reflected her image from impossible angles, fracturing her silhouette into countless shards of herself each version staring back with the same wide, wondering eyes.

"What... are these mirrors?" she murmured, her voice soft as velvet but carrying an edge of suspicion. Her fingers twitched at her sides, restless, as if her magic wanted to reach out and touch the unseen threads humming in the air. Deuce stepped closer, steady and reassuring. He rested a hand gently on her shoulder "They're portals," he explained. "Each one connects to a different dorm across campus."

"Your dorm [N/N] is nearby," Ace cut in with his usual smirk, gesturing with a lazy sweep of his hand. "But the others are way out there. Think 'blink and you'll miss it' kind of far." [Name] turned her head slowly, mesmerized by the sight before her. All around the room, arched doorways stretched like gateways to other realms. Each one was an artistic marvel carved stone, gilded details, glowing runes. Above every entrance sat a distinct crest, symbolizing one of the seven dormitories. Beyond the mirrors, the paths dissolved into swirling mist or deep shadow, a siren's call to curiosity and the unknown.

Some arches seemed to stir with life stone statues half-hidden in fog, cloaked figures caught in frozen motion. But the details remained elusive, always just out of reach, like a dream half-remembered. The effect was haunting yet beautiful.

The group made their way to one particular mirror the frame an intricate dance of roses and playing cards, crowned with the emblem of Heartslabyul. Red roses wrapped around its edges like careful guardians. Deuce stood beside it, hand on his hip, expression soft. "This one's ours" he said, nodding toward the mirror. Grim, who had been padding along silently, paused to paw at [Name]'s leg, blinking up at her.

"You ready?" Deuce asked, turning toward her again. His brow furrowed slightly. He had noticed the way she stared into the glass jaw tense, fists clenched at her sides. Her reflection mirrored the same guarded stance. Something about the image unsettled her. "What's wrong?" he asked quietly. [Name] blinked, her expression easing just enough to speak. "It's nothing," she said, though her voice held the chill of honesty. "I'm just not used to traveling like this." There was no shame in her tone only quiet resolve.

Deuce offered her a smile, half-warm, half-hopeful. "You'll get used to it soon," he promised. Then, with a confident step, he passed halfway into the mirror, the surface rippling like water around his frame. He glanced back at her one last time, catching the violet sheen of her highlights under the green lantern light "Let's go."

The mirror rippled as [Name] continued to stare at it her mind feeling fuzzy for a moment as she stuck ehr hand through the mirror as she slowly moved in wiuthg her fuyll body eyes closed before passing through fully her vision bluryr as she opened her eyes at the bright light before standing right infront of a heart bush archway covered wutg rises. here lipos pursed as the whole scene around them shifted confused a thow quickly it changed thes emirror gate ways seemed to be good. they were now standing in a courtyard [Name]s eyes snapping at the extravagant castle in red and white tones, with heart motifs prominently featured throughout its architecture.

The central entrance is shaped like a giant heart, bordered with striking black and white accents that give the building a playful yet regal aura. Towers with red flags raised into their peaks adorned with spires. Diamond-patterned walls and ornate details including a banner emblazoned with a crowned heart emblem.

The pathway leading to the castle is framed by a perfectly manicured garden brimming with heart-shaped hedges adorned with blooming red roses. These hedges sit atop classic stone planters that emphasize the ornate yet some of the red flowers for some reason were dripping of paint. The red rose bushes scattered across the trimmed green grass were also small white flowers further enriching the fairytale setting. At the center of the pathway stands a circular fountain with flowing water as the path itself is composed of uneven cobblestones.

Beside the pathway were decorative wrought-iron lampposts topped with curved and pointed lanterns. One lamppost features a banner proudly displaying the emblem of "Heartslabyul" In the distance lush green trees and hazy ethereal forested hills provide a serene backdrop, grounding the scene in a sense of otherworldly tranquility.

[Name]s jaw dropped as grim spoke up "Dang, this place is swank! This is nothing like our dumpster of a dorm." [Name] softly smacked grims head as th ecat rubbed its sore spot before blinking glancing to the side "Hm? Theres someone in the garden!" Grim pointed a paw at a red head male.

The sun filtered through the rose-covered archways of the Heartslabyul garden as the group followed the winding stone path deeper into the maze. Warm light glinted off the dew-slicked petals, casting dreamy colors across the trimmed hedges. And then came the voice loud, gleeful, and utterly unbothered.

"Aww yeah, I am so getting my paint on!" The words pulled [Name] to a stop mid-step, brows raising with mild curiosity as she turned her head. Just beyond the hedgerow, crouched beside a rose bush with a glowing magical pen in hand, was a young man with light orange hair styled into a deliberately messy ponytail. A few strands fell artfully around his face, tucked behind his ears, and his green eyes sparkled with energy as he hummed a chipper tune. She watched him swipe the pen across one of the white roses, turning the petals an unnatural shade of crimson with every flick of his wrist.

Her gaze sharpened, lips parting slightly in quiet observation. There was a red diamond-shaped mark on his cheek deliberate, styled, likely magical. His grin revealed a faint fang, the kind of detail most wouldn't notice, but [Name] did. She took in everything. The confident way he moved, the rhythm of his humming, the way his entire presence seemed to vibrate with curated charisma. Something about him tugged at the edges of her memory not quite familiarity, but enough to make her head tilt.

A soft pink brushed her cheeks as she caught herself staring a second too long. Pinching the inside of her wrist discreetly, she muttered, "Well... shit. I'm not dreaming." As they stepped into the clearing at the heart of the rose maze, the sound of the boy's voice echoed around the walls, singing out in playful cadence. "They all gotta be red, or it's off with my head!"

The melody hit her like a cold breeze. Her fingers curled slightly, arms folding as she exhaled through her nose, voice low and sarcastic. "The déjà vu is too real" It was a Wonderlandian song. One she'd heard Maddie belt out with a manic grin during her tea parties back at Ever After, while Kitty laughed in riddles beside her. The fact that it was happening here, in another world entirely, sent an uneasy thrill down her spine. The resemblance to Wonderland was uncanny almost deliberate but also reminded her of the little girl she met in her dream.

Behind her, Ace and Deuce had both gone visibly pale. Something about cater must have jogged a memory they clearly weren't fond of. [Name] arched a brow as they looked at her and then instantly shook their heads, silently begging her not to ask. She said nothing, but the smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth said she would file it away for later.

Then Grim always blissfully unaware spoke up "Whatcha doin' over there?" the feline called out, strutting forward with no sense of danger. Deuce flinched, reaching out instinctively to pull Grim back, but the damage was done.

The orange-haired boy looked up with a grin that practically sparkled. "Me? Painting these roses red, duh." Grim tilted his head. "Yeah, but why?" The boy gave a dramatic twirl of his pen, pointed right at Grim, and winked. "What a cute reaction!" [Name] let out a breath through her nose and began quietly humming under her breath, the words slipping in softly with a knowing edge: "Painting the roses red..." Her voice, low and haunting, danced beneath the scene like a forgotten verse.

Then, as if remembering they were not alone, the boy's gaze swept toward Ace and Deuce and lit up with recognition. "Whoa, hold the phone!" he said, standing and pointing dramatically at the pair. "Now that I'm getting a good look at you, you're the first-years who broke the rules yesterday!"

[Name] turned slightly, watching the color drain from her companions' faces as they groaned "Yeah! You're the ones who shattered that billion-thaumark chandelier and almost got expelled, right?" the boy continued, eyes practically glowing with excitement. Ace let out a long-suffering sigh, muttering under his breath. "That chandelier's gonna haunt us 'til we graduate..." From beside him, [Name] chuckled, arms still crossed as she tilted her head.

Grim coughed and looked away quickly, pretending he wasn't involved. No one bought it but the boy wasn't done. "And you!" He spun toward Ace again. "You're the one who ate the housewarden's tart that night!" His grin widened. "You guys are, like, the hot topic on campus right now. I've got to get in on this fleeting fame." He whipped out his phone, already unlocking it. "Let me just grab a quick selfie cool if I post this on Magicam?" before anyone could answer, the camera flashed.

In suprise [Name] had struck a perfect pose just before the shutter, turning slightly with a sly smile that captured the spotlight effortlessly. She didn't do awkward. Her whole aesthetic thrived under pressure that's anxiety and expectations from family and friends does to you.

The boy checked the photo with a grin. "Perfect! Okay, gimme your names so I can tag you." Deuce hesitated but gave in. "I'm Deuce Spade." "Ace." Grim puffed up with pride. "I'm Grim, and that's my henchman-!" "[Name] Queen," she interrupted smiling softly. The boy blinked. "Queen? That's... a new one. Haven't heard that before." He chuckled. "Kind of iconic, honestly."

She shrugged "Call it fate." turning to Ace, she asked, "What exactly is Magicam?" He gave a half-hearted shrug. "It's like an app. You post photos, people react, y'know." [Name] hummed thoughtfully. "Oh we have something like that back home" she muttered.

"Uploaded!" the boy announced, already tapping away at his screen. "Oh, by the way Cater Diamond. Junior here at Heartslabyul. But you can just call me Cater. Or Cay-Cay, if you're cray-cray!" He struck a peace sign with practiced ease. [Name] stared at him for a long moment, deadpan "That's the most brain-rotted online personality I've ever seen in person." Ace leaned over to Deuce and muttered under his breath, "He's acting completely different from yesterday..." Deuce nodded grimly.

Cater turned his attention back to [Name], tilting his head "Wait... you're the prefect of that rundown little dump? Ramshackle House, right?" He physically shivered. "Yikes. I can't believe you actually live there. That place looks like it crawled out of a horror story and not the cute kind." He gave an exaggerated gag, waving his phone "you actually live there? That place is gloomy as hell. Looks like hot garbage on Magicam. No filter could save that dump."

[Name] met his gaze evenly, her expression unreadable "Oh, don't worry," she said coolly Cater smiled looking away as she muttered under her breath eye twitching "The ghosts think you're ugly too." Cater blinked turning his head to [Name] who smiled.

Grim couldn't help but get riled up and snapped, "Y'know, you've done nothin' but diss us here, pal!" Cater blinked, his mouth forming an 'o' in realization. "Gah! What am I doing? I don't have time to chat!" He hurried back over to paint the rose bushes. "The party's tomorrow. If we're not ready, it's 'off with my head!'" He turned and called to the group. "Hey, you guys wanna help me paint some roses?"

Ace blinked, confusion in his tone as he asked, "Yeah, uh... why are you doing that exactly?" Cater shrugged and replied casually, "Because red roses are so much more photogenic. Or... something...?" [Name] stiffened and coughed into her fist, trying to mask the smirk forming on her lips. She could tell Cater was absolutely bullshitting his way through.

Cater kept grinning as he continued. "And after that, I've gotta start getting things ready for the big croquet tournament. And that means coloring all the flamingos." A frown crept onto Cater's usually beaming face as he let out an exaggerated sigh, clearly fishing for sympathy.

[Name] stared at him in disbelief, trying not to laugh. Flamingos? Painted?! Wasn't that some kind of animal cruelty? Every word coming out of his mouth made her head spin from the sheer randomness of it all "You're colorin' flamingos now? Isn't anything the right color around here?!" Grim shouted, just as baffled.

Deuce paused, placing a hand under his chin thoughtfully. "Now it's coming into focus, Ace. That tart you ate must've been for the housewarden's birthday. That explains his reaction!" Cater tilted his head. "Hm? Oh no, it's not Riddle's birthday." He shook his head casually Ace blinked. "It's not? Then whose birthday is it?" Cater pointed a finger toward the group. "It isn't anyone's birthday. Tomorrow is our dorm's traditional un-birthday party. It's a special tea party we throw when no one has a birthday if the housewarden feels like it."

Ace stared at him like Cater had just spoken in riddles. "And why would you do that?" Cater sweatdropped, then kept grinning. "Again with the questions! Listen, I need these roses to be red. Like, yesterday. Can't you guys help out with magic or something?" He paused, then snapped his fingers dramatically. "Oh, but Ace is on magical house arrest and the prefect's a total normie, so you two better stick to paint." [Name] raised a brow at the label. Normie, huh? The last thing she ever wanted to be was normal. She was anything but that. The word settled in her chest like a rock irritating, but not worth fighting over. Not right now, anyway plus she could keep her hands busy instead of using her magic.

Deuce blinked. "Recolor the roses with magic" Grim tilted his head. "Can't say I've ever done this before." "Relax, it'll be fine. You got this!" Cater said brightly, flashing a peace sign. "But maybe do it before I lose my head? K-thanks!" As the group moved to paint the roses, [Name] hummed softly to herself, brushing crimson over each white petal with a practiced hand. She stood beside Ace, the two of them mostly silent until a tune slipped past her lips as she sang gently while working "Painting the roses red... We're painting the roses red... We dare not stop or waste a drop, so let the paint be spread... We're painting the roses red~ We're painting the roses red~..."

She paused mid-brush stroke, realizing Ace was staring at her like she'd suddenly grown a second head [Name] blinked back at him. "What? It's a catchy tune," she said, waving her paintbrush casually in his direction. Ace looked away, clicking his tongue. "No, it's a nice tune... passes the time, I guess." Then, with a huff, he added, "But still get back to painting."

[Name] chuckled under her breath. "At least we're doing better than Grim and Deuce." They both looked up to see Deuce and Grim trying and failing to get a color spell to stick. [Name] and Ace snickered in sync at the disaster unfolding just a few feet away.

Ace spoke glancing over to [Name] "at the mirror chamber you look abit freaked out" [Name] paused mid-brushstroke as she glanced over to him "How so?" her paintbrush glided over the petals "You went quiet for a couple of seconds" Ace pointed out at her as she spoke "I just found it weird.. this place is all familiar just reminds me of-" "Home?" Ace finished off her sentence as she smiled nodding her head.

Deuce took a deep breath in, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration as he raised his wand. The tip of it glowed faintly, flickering like a candle in the wind. With a hopeful flick, he waved it toward a nearby white rose and chanted, "Red... Red... BAM!"

A small wave of magic shimmered through the air only to hit the rose and immediately shift its color into a bright, electric blue. Deuce's jaw dropped as he leaned back, eyes wide with disbelief. "Wh-whoa! It turned blue?! That wasn't supposed to happen!" Grim, standing proudly nearby with flames curling at his paw pads, puffed up his chest dramatically. "Stand aside! Allow a true magical master to handle this!" he declared with theatrical flair. Lifting his paw high, he cast a small flame toward the base of another white rose. "Change, o foul color! Change! AHA-!"

The moment the flame touched the flower, it burst into a small blaze of crackling fire "BWAH! The rose caught on fire!" Grim screamed, tail puffed out like a bottlebrush as he scrambled backward in panic.

With a long-suffering sigh, Cater casually raised his hand and flicked his wrist, summoning a gentle burst of water magic that doused the flame with practiced ease. A soft hiss came from the rose as steam rose off its slightly charred petals "Wow," Cater said, tone dry and unimpressed.

"You're even less competent than I thought." Ace, who had up until now been half-heartedly painting a rose while leaning lazily on his brush, looked up with a shrug. "Yo, maybe you should just leave the roses white! They look perfectly pretty 'n stuff to me," he commented casually, standing upright and glancing at the others.

Cater turned his head toward Ace, then flicked his gaze to [Name], who was still humming a lighthearted tune under their breath while steadily painting a rose. The brush in their hand moved with rhythmic grace as they sang softly to themselves, blissfully unfazed by the surrounding chaos.

Cater's voice chimed in, light but firm. "It's a matter of tradition," he said, closing his eyes with a dreamy smile. "You can't have an unbirthday party without the roses being red. And you can't play croquet without seven-colored flamingos as mallets and a hedgehog for a ball." He opened one eye again with a wink. "Oh, but of course, the roses have to be white when the garden flowers put on their spring concert. That's absolutely crucial."

[Name] stiffened, mid-stroke with the brush. Their brows raised as they almost choked on their own breath, coughing lightly into their hand as they stared at Cater. Their magic buzzed beneath the surface, nearly sparking a shapeshift from sheer disbelief "What kind of logic is that?!" Grim stomped a paw against the grass, ears twitching. "All your rules are completely insane!" he barked in frustration, tail lashing behind him.

Cater exhaled through his nose, barely phased by the outburst. "They say the Queen of Hearts made up these rules herself," he explained, tone taking on a sing-song rhythm again. "She was one of the Great Seven, you know and Riddle is all about tradition. Probably more than any of our previous housewardens, T-B-H." [Name] tilted their head, still eyeing him suspiciously. "What about your previous housewarden?" Cater gave a cheeky smile, waving the question away with a flutter of fingers. "I'll admit that he's, well... a bit extra."

Ace clicked his tongue, clearly not amused. "Yeah, no kidding. I sure don't have time for this nonsense." His expression shifted slightly, as if something just clicked. "I need to talk to our dorm leader. Is he here?" Cater hummed, bringing a finger to his chin in mock thought before nodding. "Hm? There's some time before he leaves but-" Ace didn't wait for the rest. He turned on his heel and made to leave but Cater quickly stepped in front of him, arms crossing smugly over his chest and a grin tugging at his lips.

"Oh, by the way, sticky-fingered Ace-chan~," he cooed Ace froze, squinting suspiciously. "...What?" Cater tilted his head with faux innocence. "Did you bring a tart in apology?" Ace raised a brow, casually shrugging. "Huh? No. I came here first thing, so I'm empty-handed." Cater let out a long, overly dramatic sigh as he laced his fingers behind his head. "Is that so? Aah, man..." Then his smile sharpened, and his tone dropped into something deceptively light. "Then, by the decrees of the Queen of Hearts Article 53: 'What was stolen must be returned at all costs.'"

He pointed toward the dorm entrance with a flourish. "I can't let you back in the dorm." [Name] leaned toward Deuce, voice lowered. "He's got to be joking about this rule stuff... right?" Deuce, who was still processing everything, simply shook his head slowly. "I don't even know anymore."

Ace gaped. "Are you serious?" Cater kept smiling, voice cheerful but now laced with a very real edge. "All dorm residents must obey the rules. If I let you slide, it would be off with my head next!" He sighed dramatically and stepped aside, gesturing toward the dorm gate. "I hate to say it, Ace, but I'm gonna need you to leave before Riddle spots you. Thanx."

Ace blinked several times, stunned. "I... think this guy is for real." He turned to the others, desperation creeping into his voice. "You guys, do something!" Without missing a beat, [Name] raised the paint bucket in their arms like a shield.

Deuce's eyes widened. "Why should we do anything?!" Ace frowned, gesturing wildly. "C'mon, please! I can't use magic! Hurry, he's-" Suddenly, Cater's pen glowed dark and shimmered with arcane energy. He flicked it outward with a dramatic flourish.

"He is me, and so are we," he said ominously, just before shouting: "SPLIT CARD!" A magical pulse erupted from him like a ripple through water and in an instant, the group was surrounded by multiple copies of Cater, each identical down to the freckles and fluttering lashes.

Deuce stumbled backward, eyes going wide. "Diamond-senpai... multiplied?!" All the Cater clones turned to the group with sly smirks. The real one winked cheekily. "Okay, guys!" he called, spinning the pen between his fingers. "Time to throw them out~"

"Aye aye, sir~!" they all sang in perfect unison, their cheerful tones masking the dark shadows that now fell over their eyes The clones lunged, grabbing Grim, Deuce, and Ace with shocking force. They yelped, flailing and yelling as they were lifted and carried away but one Cater clone slowed as he approached [Name], gaze softening.

With a playful glint in his eyes, he bowed theatrically. "Excuse me, Queeny~!" he chirped, then swiftly swept her off her feet in a bridal carry before she could protest "W-Wait-!" [Name] squeaked, clutching his shoulders for balance. Her eyes widened, face flushed pink again as the clone's hold remained secure and oddly gentle.

The others were tossed rather unceremoniously onto the grass just outside the gates, landing with disgruntled groans. Meanwhile, the real Cater knelt, setting [Name] down softly as if she were something fragile. His hands lingered for a brief moment before he stood, dusted off his coat, and turned on his heel.

He snapped his fingers with flair. "Don't come back without that tart, kay?" as if on cue, the remaining clones gathered around him, laughing as their forms dissolved into dozens of fluttering cards. They scattered in the air like confetti before vanishing completely.

"BYE-BYEEEE~!" Cater sang over his shoulder, waving without looking back and just like that, he was gone.

Ace groaned loudly as they trudged their way back toward the mirrors, his posture slouched like someone carrying the weight of the world or at least the weight of one too many Cater clones. His lips twisted into a grimace as he grumbled, "What's with that dude?! Seriously!"

Deuce, walking just a few paces behind him, let out a sigh of exasperation and nodded in agreement. "Diamond-senpai just multiplied out of nowhere... Was that illusion magic or something?" he asked aloud, more to himself than anyone else, before shaking his head as if trying to clear the bizarre memory from his brain. "I don't even know anymore."

Ace suddenly came to a stop, planting his feet in place with a dramatic click of his tongue. His brows furrowed as his frustration boiled over. "So lemme get this straight," he said slowly, voice tightening. "We walked in there, totally tartless, right? And that guy still made us jump through hoops with that whole song and dance number... just to toss us out at the end?!"

His eye twitched violently as his fist clenched at his side. "He just wanted to make us paint his stupid roses." Grim, trailing beside them with his tail flicking irritably, made a disgruntled noise. "Myah! We sure looked like a bunch of chumps." Deuce nodded solemnly.

"I guess we'll just have to get an apology tart and come back." He glanced down at his watch and then suddenly froze mid-step, his face draining of color. "Oh no..."

The group collectively turned to face him, confused "You good?" Ace asked, raising an eyebrow Deuce whipped his head toward them, panic now fully evident in his widened eyes. "We already missed the first bell! We're gonna be late for class!"Grim gasped in horror, then immediately threw his paws over his face in dramatic despair. "MYAHH! I don't wanna get a blemish on the first day of my glorious Night Raven education!"

He turned on his heel and began stomping ahead with full determination. "Shake a leg, chumps! To the classroom, pronto!" Ace blinked before glancing sideways at the student beside him—[Name], whose long h/c hair swayed with each confident step. Her posture was poised, even while speed-walking, elegance still clinging to her like shadowy silk.

"Hey," Ace called over the rush, "what class are you guys in, anyway? You're freshmen too, right?" [Name] gave him a sidelong glance, her voice effortlessly calm despite the chaos. "Well, yeah. But I'm actually-" "Headmage said we're in Class 1-A!" Grim cut her off loudly before she could finish.

He didn't seem to notice her slight sigh of resignation as she reached into her coat and pulled out a crumpled but official-looking piece of paper.

With a flick of her wrist, she unfolded the schedule and held it out. The faint shimmer of Crowley's wax seal glinted in the light as she offered it without a word Deuce leaned over, eyes sparkling as he scanned the page. "Hey, that's the same one I'm in! We've got Potionology for first period- oh wait..." His brows pinched together in confusion. "It says here Grim's only with us for fourth to sixth period. And you-" he looked up at [Name], his eyes blinking in surprise, "you're with the second and... whoa, third years?! For periods four to six?! That's... kinda wild."

[Name] shrugged, her dark lashes fluttering with a subtle exhale. "Crowley said I should take advanced classes for ahem..." Her tone was dry as she looked away. Deuce nodded along slowly, clearly impressed. Ace, meanwhile, grumbled under his breath as he folded his arms. "Ugh... Just great. Now we've gotta babysit the weasel when she's off playing honor student."

Grim puffed up proudly. "Oh ho, yeah! We got Potionology! That sounds awesome!" Ace looked somewhat hopeful for a moment. "M-Maybe I won't even need magic for that... Right?" [Name] turned to the boys, a sly smirk pulling at her lips. Her voice was smooth, teasing, but not unkind. "Hey, sorry for the hassle and all," she said lightly, her eyes glittering with playful sharpness. "But you two can take care of Grim, right? I did help out with that whole mage crystal mess earlier, remember? You owe me."

She snickered behind her hand, looking far too entertained by their awkward silence. Deuce blinked, then offered her a small but sincere nod, his expression turning determined "Yeah... We can do that." Ace groaned as if the weight of the world had been dropped on him. "God, we have to take care of the weasel in some of our classes? This is ridiculous."

[Name] lifted one hand and offered a sarcastic little wave in Ace's direction, the tips of her painted nails catching the light. "Have fun with that, Ace~" she smiled sweetly, laughing softly under her breath as his expression soured even more and so, they took off running Grim in the lead, yowling dramatically, Deuce charging ahead with nervous energy, and Ace dragging his feet behind them while complaining every step of the way with [Name] giggling softly.

⏝꒷︶ ��𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝ Dictionary !!

Features!! Physical Appearances S/C: Skin Colour H/C: Hair Colour H/L: Hair Length E/C: Eye Colour

Other!! Other things that could be mentioned in chapter

Heartslabyul: A dorm based on the Queen of Hearts' spirit of strictness. Twisted from Alice in Wonderland. Heartslabyul is a dorm in the Night Raven College.It's known for its long list of rules that its students are expected to abide by. Should they break even one, it will result in their beheading by the housewarden.

Ace Trappola: A quick learner with an upbeat personality and a mischievous streak. Since he and are both freshmen in the same class, they regard one another with amicable antagonism.

Deuce Spade: An earnest young man who enrolled at Night Raven College with the singular aim of becoming a respectable mage.

Grim: A monster who aspires to be a great mage. He will eat anything and everything, and his tendency to get carried away often gets him and the main character into trouble.

Queen of hearts, Rule 53: You must replace anything you steal

Phrases/Sayings/Refrences/Quotes Ever after High dictionary/Rooms/ etc. from the show/or game!!

Wonderland: Wonderland is a one of the realms of the Fairytale World, joint-ruled by the Queen of Hearts and the White Queen. Its people are called the Wonderlandians and its official language is Riddlish, which non-Wonderlandians often perceive as mad babbling.

Charm You on: Word that means to cheer you on. A word of endearment to express help and joy to a person close to you.

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