Ms. Fowell's school for good and kind magic
Sylvie and Beatrice are sitting in two benches inside the police station. Sylvie is staring at the ground sullenly, while Beatrice fiddles with her umbrella and glares at Sylvie chilingly. Sylvie then stares at the wall and sighs, trying to process all of what happened in the last three hours.
Sylvie: I still didnt' get my answer, you know.
Beatrice: shut the #$%&% up, Sylvie.
Sylvie: I don' shut up, I grow up, and when I see YOU, I want to throw up.
Beatrice: this is not the time for second grade-level comebacks, cousin.
Sylvie: excuse me? Are you calling me stupid?
Beatrice: So you admit it?
Sylvie stands up and is about to punch Beatrice in the face when an inspector walks in and stares at them.
Random inspector dude person: What are you crazy kids doing? You are WANTED inside.
Sylvie: NOT MY FAULT, sir.
Beatrice: who brought the pumpkins into the graveyard?
Sylvie: I know what YOU are, but what am I?
Beatrice: I concur.
In the inspector's room, it it dimly it and Sylvie is staring at the deputy and the inspector.
Deputy Hodgins: child, you better explain what you did, now. A bunch of people are going to come and it'll be witch hunts all over again. You're a Dark Witch, and now trying to contact vampires? What the hell were you thinking, kid? You'll get yourself killed, did you know that? Huh? You have two minutes to explain before you get arrested, so get STARTED NOOOOOOOOOOOOW.
Sylvie: I am soooo lost, sir. What's a dark witch, first of all, and what did I have to do with vampires?
Random Inspector dude: clueless kids these days.
Inspector dude slams his head on his desk and says, "I need a coffee."
Sylvie: I need answers, like right now... really.
Deputy Hodgins: Listen, this is grownup stuff and not kids stuff so keep yourself out of it. Just explain what you were doing, and you'll be fine.
Sylvie: I can't explain.
Deputy Hodgins: Why not?
Sylvie: because I don't know what to explain.
Deputy grabs a phone and begins calling an unknown number.
Deputy puts down phone and says: we got you a lawyer. Court date five days from now. Be there... or else.
Back at the house
Beatrice is looking through an old, old book. She finally takes one out: Dark Witches
Beatrice: Reading aloud: Dark Witches are like normal witches, but are made of literal darkness. They usually have an opposite to keep them in line, until one of them dies... Dark Witches have the power of normal witches but have the ability to undo their power to become something else. Dark witches should be killed immediately, as they usually are connected to some kind of Vampire. Beware: Approach with caution.
Beatrice drops book.
Sylvie's house. Her and her whole family are seated at the dinner table in the kitchen. Sylvie's parents are holding an important document.
Sylvie's Father: What have you gotten into? A court date? You? A dark witch? Never. GROUNDED YOUNG LADY.
Sylvie: What's a dark witch, even?
Sylvie's mother: You don't need to know.
Sylvie sits up and says angrily: I need to know! Tell me! I want to know what a dark witch is! Why is no one telling me?
Sylvie's mother: You don't need to know.
Sylvie: YOU DON'T WANT ME TO KNOW!!!
Sylvie stands up and stomps to her room, before slamming the door. Family winces.
Now, Sylvie's mother, father, and Sylvie are sitting in a comfortable room with a therapist and a lawyer. both look very official.
Therapist: This is hard, dear, but we have it al worked out.
Therapist withers under Sylvie's scalding glare.
Lawyer: we think we have a solution... there is a school in the mountains right by the town of Breckenridge, called "Mrs. Fowell's school or good and kind magic." I believe it will work for our problem here.
Sylvie: angrily: I. am. not. a problem.
Therapist: We'll need to bring a companion with her... for the Dlarko Witcho- that's the closest I can get to you-know-what in Piglatin.
Suddenly, Beatrice races through door, with her family glaring at her from outside.
Beatrice: Me. I'm the companion.
When nobody is looking, she gives Sylvie a paper that explains what a Dark Witch is. Sylvie reads it, her face going completely pale. She starts hyperventilating, and says: I think-- I uh think that'll work, uhh...
Sylvie breaks down into sobs and her voice over says: I am not evil, I am not I can't be.
Therapist: great idea.
Lawyer gets up and runs out of the room in a panicked manner.
Sylvie's Father: where are you going?
Lawyer: I am really thirsty... sorry, it's time to take my medicine. It's a very specific time, you know.
Everyone nods. Show shot of Lawyer walking out of the room, and you can get a glimpse of fangs coming out of her lip.
Sylvie is sitting in a courtroom with her parents and the lawyer.
Judge: And, Jeanie?
Lawyer: I have found a suitable school, called "Mrs. Fowell's school of Good and kind magic." Shall it work?
Judge: Yes, I suppose (Judge bangs gavel on table loudly): this shall continue four years from now. You are dismissed.
Show shot of Sylvie putting her bags into the car. She sits down, and it begins to rain. She stares out the window sadly.
Now, they arrive at a dirt road. Sylvie takes out her bags, hugs her parents. They cry a bit, and she walks down the path. She arrives a wrought-iron fence that shows a gigantic mansion shrouded in fog. She gulps. A sign above the sharp-looking fence says,
Mrs. Fowell's School of Good and kind magic.
It does not look good and kind magic, not at all. Finally:
Sylvie jumps, screams a little, and Beatrice smiles.
Beatrice: Glad to be dark witch?
Sylvie: Shut up, while I grow up and you throw up.
Beatrice: You're terrible at making things up.
Sylvie nods. Beatrice is holding her umbrella, a creepy cat, and a small suitcase.
Beatrice: my luggage has already arrived.
Sylvie: uh-huh, (Sarcastic)
The girls walk into the gates, which creak open ominously.
Show shot of the title, right after they walk in. The letters wiggle, before saying instead:
Mrs. Fowell's School of Witchcraft and Mayhem
Sylvie Vo/: well, my life is about to get really interesting.