side story run this town

Vicky Blackwood ruled Eldridge Academy unchallenged, Head Dark Witch, English Sovereign. Towering office: grimoires beside Austen, tarot on desk, raven perched. Aura chilled halls – black robes billow, violet eyes pierce, voice posh thunder.

Classes trembled. The hyena fiend barry stammered Hamlet. "Miss... er, Head Witch... to be or..."

"Chadling," iced drawl, "your soliloquy slays intellect. To err is human; to blunder bovine. Dissect or Death curse lingers." Quill twitched, tarot flicker. He paled, aced essay terrified.

Misbehavers quaked. Bully shoved goth? Tower card drawn, expulsion illusory scandal. Parent complained? Lovers crossed, divorce whispered. Wit sliced: "Madam, your progeny dulls diamonds. Pity."

Alts flourished. Goth Silas recited Poe flawless. "Exquisite, darling. A+ and potion brew." Warm smile rare, encouraging. Nerd Finn kin taught runes-English fusion. "Brilliant synergy."

Occult wing boomed: black magic labs, vampire lit seminars, reaper ethics. "Wield wit, will, wonder," lectured. Feared yet revered, aura commanded respect.

Staff bowed. Principal deferred. "Head Blackwood, curriculum?"

"Mine." Wit bit. Legacy eternal, ice eternal.