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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:470px; height: 346px; overflow:auto; padding:5px; margin-top:-465px;][justify][sub][color=black]Welcome to Woumity, the school for anyone that holds Magical or Supernatural powers. This school keeps those who aren't 'normal' safe from the rest of the world. Teaching classes, letting them live in the castle. All that fun stuff.
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This thread is private for someone else already. If you would like to RP in this thread please message me and we can figure something else.
Salem-18-Senior at the school-Black Eyed Being
I came to the school when I was 13, I was tired of the stupid public school my parents were putting me through. I never fit in and I never could. I needed training too, how to harness my powers and control them. Considering my eyes would flash black at random points in the day, half of the time in the middle of class. So I would have to get out of the room quick enough so no one would see.
Now I'm 18, it's my last year here. I hate it, I really do. The 5 years that I have been here were the best of my life. I learned a ton, I meet people. But there was one guy that I always was more interested in than anyone else. I didn't know his name, just knew he was around my age.
I sat outside, it was a Saturday so of course we didn't have class.
Most weekends we sat outside on the grounds, playing games, talking, I was studying. Sitting under a large oak tree in the middle of everything. Knees pulled into my body as I rested my books on my legs. scribbling down the work with the quill in my hand. [/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek

