Pixocero School for the Incredibly Gifted and Otherwise
Bacon Cove, Newfoundland, Canada
Professor Satius Snivly sat in his quarters. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do. All he knew was that he had to protect the children. There was danger afoot and he had to find out what was going on. This Dave Smith was a suspicious fellow indeed. His background check only went back 2 years. How could the Headmaster not be more worried about this?
Satius knew the answer. Professor Stumblemore truly cared about the school. He had been Headmaster for nearly 100 years. The school was truly the only thing that the Headmaster had ever loved. He had been at the school during the height of its glory and he had seen it fall to ruin. He must have felt some sort of responsibility for that. There were very few magic schools left in the world. Snivly did not know of any, but he was sure that they must exist. Wizards and witches continued to exist. And so the schools must continue on as well.
Professor Stumblemore was doing everything he could to keep the school alive. Converting into a public school had been a very difficult decision for him. Snivly remembered it well. He had actually been a student at the school when it had happened.
The school had been in shambles. The staff was minimal. They had been cutting back on classes. Attendance was very low. Professor Stumblemore had called an assembly of all the students and staff to make the announcement, right before everyone left to go home for Christmas.
Pixocero was to become a public school. When all the students returned from their holidays, they would be joined by new students.
New students who didn’t know anything about magic.
New students who were just plain, mundane, vanilla mortals.
Young Satius had been distraught. Having grown up in a wizarding family, he had never really been around regular people. He didn’t really know how to act. He soon learned however. When he returned from break, he had two new roommates in his dormitory. Young Satius belonged to Hall 2. Hall 2 was a hall with an extensive history. It had long been the home of the brightest and best students.
Satius found himself somewhat wary of the newcomers. They knew nothing of magic. They weren’t even planning on studying magic.
Satius began to study alone. He stopped spending time with other students. The other wizards and witches began to be more and more accepting of the new students. But not Satius. He had a legacy to uphold. He would not be caught mingling with such filth.
One spring afternoon, Satius found himself wandering alone through the campus gardens. He often marveled at these gardens. They stayed green and the flowers bloomed all year round in spite of the freezing temperatures. This was some powerful magic indeed to be able to maintain such a spell over such a large area. As he was walking, he saw a girl sitting off to the side on a patch of grass. Satius slowed his pace slightly and found himself admiring her incredible beauty. She had long hair that reminded Satius of the wheat fields near his home. The color a wonderful mix of blonde and brown that seemed to flow endlessly. She looked up from her text book and saw Satius. She smiled, simply acknowledging his presence and he quickly turned his head, embarrassed.
Satius had never been very comfortable around people in general, let alone the opposite sex. He never knew what to say around an attractive girl. He continued his laggardly pace and soon found himself standing in front of her. Before his brain knew what he was doing he extended his hand, “I’m Satius. How are you?”
‘That seemed rather formal,’ he thought to himself. ‘I’ve really done it now.’
“I’m Margaret. I’m new here.” She took his hand and shook it firmly, but delicately at the same time.
At once Satius realized his mistake. He had approached one of the new students. One of the Non-magic students. But for some reason he didn’t care. He looked her in the eye and asked, “Where are you from?”
And that is how Satius and Margaret came to know each other and a very deep bond formed between them. Satius loved Margaret from the first moment he saw her. Margaret of course only loved him as a friend. Or even worse, a brother. The romance that Satius envisioned would never be. No matter how hard he tried. However, because of this love, he continued to be Margaret’s friend. Not because he held on to the wish that perhaps they could be more, but because he truly cared about her friendship as well.
Satius also learned that Margaret was, in fact, not one of the Non-magic students who came in to the school recently. She was raised in a Magic family, but because her own abilities were so weak, she had not been admitted into Pixocero (until of course they became a public school). She was ashamed of this fact. Her own parents were very powerful magic users. They were often called upon by the Great Magical Council of Magic Users to provide advice on whatever issue needed advising.
However, as Margaret and Satius studied together, Margaret found that her magical abilities began to grow. She soon rivaled Satius in pure power alone. Magical tasks that once seemed very difficult, were very simple to her. Satius was happy for her at first. However, he soon grew jealous of her abilities, as well as the attention that her talents brought her. Not only were the professors taking notice of her abilities, fellow classmates were as well. Margaret soon became very popular with her fellow alums, and spent time with them. She always invited Satius to join them, but he never felt comfortable around anyone else like he did around Margaret.
Satius soon fell back into his old habits of wandering the school grounds alone. If he saw Margaret with her new friends he would turn the other way. He grew bitter. He let his hygiene falter. His hair grew long and unkempt. He rarely bathed. His teeth turned even more yellow. However, as his hatred and contempt grew, he noticed that he was able to tap into this emotional energy