+Ɔɛcɛℓια Ғɛƨтяιиɛ - Яσʏαℓ - 15 - Ƨтяαιɢнт - Ƨιиɢℓɛ+
Cecelia strutted down the hall, purple cloak flowing behind her. Despite her tiny stature, she felt confident and powerful, as if she were always on top of the world, and in some ways, she almost kind of was. "This is it, Lil," she said, addressing the dog walking beside her, "we finally made it. Graceton Academy, the place where I will show the world that I, Cecelia Suzanne Marie Antoinette Festrine, am to one day be a mgnificent sorceress!" She smirked confidently, flipping her hair over her shoulder again. Lil just whimpered in agreement.
+Δƨтσи Ѧαʏяɛℓℓɛ - Δρρяɛитιcɛ - 17 - Ƥαиƨɛϰʋαℓ - Ƨιиɢℓɛ+
Aston stepped inside, awed by the magnificent interior of the school. Every person in his entire family had attended here, and for them it was probably normal and familiar for them, but having grown up as a poor farm boy himself, he found this utterly amazing and like nothing he'd ever seen. He pulled the strap on his bag farther up, standing still in the front hall as he gazed at the beautiful architecture of the building. No wonder it was so prestigious. There must have been an awful lot of money put into it.
(XD That's okay. Writers block sucks.)