The coffin creaked open, letting the young woman inside lift her head.
Her two shaded eyes gleamed with purpose as she walked up to the Dark Mirror.
"State your name." It commanded.
"Eleanor Schwan."
The gathered hooded figures muttered amongst themselves. This was no timid girl. Confidence was woven into her speech and stance.
The Dark Mirror pondered, looking into her eyes, into her very soul. "Eleanor Schwan. The nature of your soul is...Pomefiore."
Of course Pomefiore. How could she belong anywhere else? She walked with grace, almost floating, skin smooth like glass and her eyes, a vibrant amethyst on the left and light lilac on the right, could steal your breath and pin you to the floor in the same glance.
No one, especially not Eleanor, could've known that she would turn Pomefiore, no, the entire school on its head in the coming years. Least of all, she would be able to turn the head of the one person she would never plan, her second year Housewarden, Vil Schoenheit.
DU LIEST GERADE
The Swan of Pomefiore
FanfictionAnother year, another sorting ceremony with the Dark Mirror and yet...there's something different about this coffin, this gate... Thus begins Eleanor Schwan's story
