I love it!

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Sol looked around himself. "What did you do now?"

"What did I do?" Faye demanded. "You were the one who tried to do magic in the halls and got us into detention!"

A sibilant whisper permeated the darkness. "No talking in detention, lovelies!" A light flickered on, revealing a low-ceilinged room crowded with tables and desks of all shapes and sizes. Most of the desks had people sitting at them, writing steadily on stacks of papers. At the largest desk sat a thin woman with reptilian wings sticking out of her back.

Faye sighed, and stood up. Sol followed her, shamelessly peeking over the other students' shoulders at their papers as he passed.

The winged woman looked up when they reached her desk. "Hello, Miss Erravan."

"Hello, Mrs. Delaine."

Mrs. Delaine leaned back in her specially made chair and tapped a finger at the corner of her plum-lipsticked mouth. "What to do with you, what to do with you..." she muttered, then suddenly snapped her fingers. "Hand me your wand, please." It was not a question.

Faye tried to hand her wand to the woman, but when she opened her hand to release the copper stick, it wouldn't fall. She tried pulling it from her hand, but it simply stayed stuck to her left palm. "I... can't."

Mrs. Delaine pressed the corners of her lips together in an expression of intense dissatisfaction. "Very well," she said, gesturing at an empty desk that looked as if it had been previously occupied by a mad ferret - so prevalent were the scratches on the unpolished wood - and handed her a stack of papers. "You may leave when you are finished."

Sol hovered by her shoulder as she flicked through the thick sheaf. "Shoot, kiddo. You'll be here awhile."

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Was that good?

=Rocky=

Sol concentrated. Sol, not used to actually having to do anything, was having a bit of trouble. Being a ghost, he couldn't gain or lose weight, so he never had to exercise. Physically or magically. His face was contorted with effort, and he was turning bright blue. "REALLY, Sol!" Faye cried, thoroughly exasperated. "Well!" Sol said indignant. "You're not the one who's trying to use VERY powerful magic, WITHOUT a wand!" Faye sighed. He went back to concentrating. Faye thought for a moment that he might explode from concentrating, which led her to wonder if he would die, but then, he was a ghost, so, could he die again? Then, what would happen if he did explode? That was one of the things about Faye. She thought rapid and strange thoughts. For, she was a rather strange girl. Finally, the warp disappeared. She was standing in front of maybe the strangest house ever built. It was about three stories tall, perfectly square, though leaning slightly. One side looked like a grass house, like the kind Laura Ingalls lived in. On another, it looked like a castle. On the third, it looked like an adobe house, and finally, on front, it looked like a cross between a cottage and a log cabin. Faye didn't hesitate. She walked past the alternating metal and picket fence and up to the front door, where she pulled the string in the middle of the wind chime. It played a 5 tune chime. It sounded like melodious bells. She turned into a swirl of bats. It changed randomly, varying on what she turned into. And passed through the door. She reformed into a normal girl, or, what was now normal, girl. She sighed. Even though this house, while cozy with its current log cabin, fire blazing inside, she still missed her old home. Life had been good then, before she'd received her wand. She missed her parents, her sisters, and her brother, her old friends. She sighed and leaned against the door.

Yes, I rather like this thread! Cappie says txbw.