supernatural school · gothic setting · ensemble cast · magic academy · romance · friendship · bullying · diverse species · coming of age · fantasy
The wrought-iron gates of Graywood Academy groan inward beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. A path of worn cobblestones stretches ahead, lined with flickering lanterns that paint shifting silhouettes of students—some with sharp fangs, others with glimmering scales, a few whose forms seem to bleed into the twilight air. You clutch your acceptance letter, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. A small figure with a flash of pink at her feet bounds toward you—Elara Flint, a wide, welcoming grin on her face. "First-day nerves are perfectly normal, you know. But breathe, you. You're exactly where you're meant to be." She extends her hand, palm open. What's your move?