Magical School RP!

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Magical School RP!

Magical School RP!

Petrichor Academy sits high on a cliff somewhere in an undiscovered part of Scotland, on the border between the mediocore and the magical.  The Academy has been an institute of education and magic for ages.  Here students learn things like alchemy and rune-magic alongside math and literature.  Petrichor Academy's student body and faculty are made up of both humans and magical beings.

The school has three Houses- House Kelpie, House Leprechaun, and House Roc.  Unlike other house system such as the Hogwarts Houses, Petrichor's houses do not determine dorm arrangements, sports teams, or tight social structures, and the Houses do not compete exept during the school's annual Midsummer Festival games.  Instead, these Houses represent their students' unique pursuit of knowledge and exploration, and the path they will take after graduation.  Each House has a designated faculty leader, one or two specialized classes, and at the end of the year partakes a Crusade- a House-wide quest that may be something such as finding an ancient relic or solving a mystery plauging the land.

House Kelpie represents those who seek mystery and discovery, House Leprechaun represents those who seek innovation and imagination, and House Roc represents those who seek glory and adventure.


This is the first RP I've ever made, so I'm excited!  Feel free to help shape the world of Petrichor Academy and let me know if you have any questions!  Here's the form for students-


Age (13-18):




Skills/Abilities (magical or not, please avoid making magical skills OP):



Here's the form for teachers, if someone wants to be a teacher or just come up with some teachers we can use-








You can have up to two characters, and the prinicpal will be one of my charries.  Have fun, and I'll post my charries after this goes up!

submitted by Sterling, age unknown, somewhere in the woods
(March 21, 2022 - 5:59 pm)


I move in front of the satchel hiding Kell. "Don't worry about it.  It's uh... enchanted."  Is that how enchantments work?  I'm not sure.

Thankfully, Drius seems convinced. "Oh, so you know how to enchant things?" they ask.

"No," I stammer. "Um, my grandma made it for me.  Anyway, what classes are you taking?"

"I think I'm taking the basic classes, plus astronomy, artificing, casting magic, and rune-magic," they answer. 

Ooh, cool!  I'm taking astronomy and rune-magic too!  I've never really learned magic before, so I'm excited to learn."

Night falls and Drius and I both go to bed.  The room is dark, but outside the moon softly glows.  I glance over at Drius, making sure they're asleep, before retrieving the satchel I hastily shoved under the bed.  The moment I open it Kell bites me, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to hurt. "Hey!" I whisper. "What was that for?"

He lets go of my hand. "Do you know how hard it is to stay in there?  I was so cramped I could barely move!" he whines. "And I'm hungry!"

"Shh," I tell him. "Our roommate doesn't know about you."


@Script, I like the idea of Erin making excuses and everything, but I don't know if Kell would put up with it!  We'll see...

submitted by Sterling, somewhere in the woods
(April 28, 2022 - 3:37 pm)


Keeping my head down, I glided around, looking for my dorm. Eventully, I found it. A small, quaint looking room, big enough for at least three beds, there where only two, so quite a bit of space. I looked to the right, a tall,16-ish girl was standing over a desk, her hands moving in a circl. She seemed to notice me, even though I had not made any sound. She moved away from her progect, waving at me. "Hi" she said, smiling. I said nothing, fidigting with my hands. She cocked her head, her eyebrows shrunching. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, getting uncomfertble. I wish Hour was here, she could tell her. The girl scoffed "Well be that way, It's not like I want to be friends with some one as rude as you". Confused, I shook my head. She turned away " I'm Crystle Bloom, not that you would care". I sighed, floating over to my bed, people get the wrong idea all the time, I wish they didn't.

Sorry Its so short, hope fully I can get to more of this.

submitted by Reuby Moonnight, age 11 nebulas, Lunaitaria
(April 28, 2022 - 4:34 pm)



Well, I finally met my roomate. It did not go as I expected or planned. Whatever. I am here to learn anyway. Not make friends. I am the best anyway. I AM THE BEST!!!!!! Anyways, I headed down to the library to borrow some books. I do like reading, just not all the time like some book worms I know.

After reading for a few hours, I decided to find something to eat. I was sooooooo hungry! I finally found something and ate it quickly. I decided to figure out where my classes where so I didn't get lost on my first day like some loser. 

After all that I decided to head to my room and take a nap. I was very tired. I kinda hoped my roomate wouldn't be there, but she was. Whatever. It's not like her presence is disturbing me. I fall asleep after a few minutes.


submitted by Pancake
(April 29, 2022 - 2:27 pm)

Her presence is not distubing. She is basiclly a ghost! Ima make her lurk around next time I write her! Tongue out

submitted by Reuby Moonnight, age 11 nebulas, Lunaitaria
(April 29, 2022 - 3:00 pm)

Hi there! Just wondering--is it too late for me to add a new character?

submitted by Phoebe SR, age 10, Sonoma, CA
(April 28, 2022 - 7:56 pm)

If not then--

Age (13-18): 13


Appearance: tall, reddish-gold messy pinned-up hair, green eyes, usually wearing purple and some sort of skirt. Always carries some sort of notebook.

Personality: Ambitious. Not very quiet or much of a rule-follower.

Skills/Abilities (magical or not, please avoid making magical skills OP): Can sense any electrical/magical device, and control it if it's close enough to her.

House: Kelpie

Other: Has a pet cat who she left at home and really misses.

As for classes: Dorrie will take the required math, history, and literature, as well as alchemy, rune-magic, casting-magic, and healing. (Honestly they all sound great.:)

submitted by Phoebe SR, age 10, Sonoma, CA
(April 29, 2022 - 4:55 pm)


submitted by Sterling , somewhere in the woods
(April 29, 2022 - 5:50 pm)

the two stick together, unseperable. Rarely speaking. Kiria merely makes several signs. Nothing spoken; waiting for someone to approach them. 

submitted by kiria * lily
(April 29, 2022 - 4:30 pm)


I wake up pretty early. The sun is rising and it shines directly in my face. It seems that Erin's side of the room is safe from the sun glare though. I close the blinds a bit just to make sure. 

She seems really sweet! I'm glad we have some classes together. I have at least 1 friend. I;m not sure when classes start so I guess I'll get ready first then wake Erin up. I don't want them to miss anything on our first day.

I stumble around, almost knocking a lamp over Apparently Erin has an enchated bag which I think is really cool. I don't know what it's enchanted to do though. Apparently just move around i guess.

I finally get dressed in a striped button down shirt and jeans. I grab my glasses and head back out into the dorm. 

Erin is still sleeping so i walk over to them and gently shake them to wake them up.

"Kell, stop it." They say turning over

"Who's Kell?" I ask

She shoots straight up, "uh, no one" 

"Oh sorry, I just didn't want you to miss anything, um, I'm going to go." I quickly walk out of the room and try to find breakfast.


submitted by Script
(April 29, 2022 - 4:40 pm)
Shannon leaned down from the tree, distracted. She frowned down at the two people on the ground, trying to catch their words. From the height, she guessed they were teachers, but it was sor t of hard to judge from above. Also, she didn't really know anyone here. 
Shannon closed her eyes to try and listen better. She caught a few stray words like "supposed" "never" "wonder" "accident" "dangerous" "inform" "no". She frowned, trying to make sense of it all. She scooched a little further out on the tree limb she was clinging to. Suddenly, she heard a loud creaking sound beneath her. Before she could react, the branch she was on snapped in half and Shannon tumbled through the air. Her scream was torn from her lips as she plummeted down. Only now did she realize just how high she had been. She closed her eyes, waiting for the awful splatting noise she would surely make on the hard floor.  
But suddenly she came to an abrupt halt. Shannon eased one eye open and looked around. She was hanging in midair. One of the teachers had their hand outstrectched, a look of consentration on his young face. Sweat beaded on his forehead. "Gnn- Morgan- help-" he grunted. The other teacher, who had been frozen in shock, now leaped forward, plunging her hand into her pocket and pulling out a wand. She pointed it at Shannon and muttered some words under her breath. Shannon was slowly lowered to the floor, gently landing on her feet.  
Shannon blew out a breath of relief. The young man teacher let his hand drop with a sigh of relief. The lady teacher, who looked as if she was in her early thirties, shoved her wand into her pocket and glared at Shannon. "What do you think you're doing??" she asked angrily. "You could've been killed!"  
submitted by ChangelingChild , age 13, The Fairy Realm
(April 30, 2022 - 9:24 am)


On the first day of school, I wake up and get dressed alone. Apparently, I don't share the dormitory, but solitude can be nice. Especially because all the magic in this place is giving me a downright headache. I look at the schedule I have pinned to the wall. Of math, history, literature, rune-magic, casting-magic, alchemy, and healing, I have casting-magic first. Head pounding, I realize that I have overslept. There are no nearby maps, so I wander down the halls until I come to a classroom whose brass plaque reads CASTING-MAGIC. I There are people inside. I realize that the class is nearly starting. I edge in, trying to be unnoticed. Of course, that little trick never works. 

"You there! Please tell us your name, your age, your house, and your excuse for being late!"  said the teacher sharply. The teacher has glasses and a knifelike nose, and they seem like a man, but making too many assumptions will always get you into trouble.

"My name is Doran Delaney," I tell him, "and I'm, um, 13, and--" 

"Hold a second," says the teacher, "are you Delaney Doran or Doran Delaney?"

Oh no. Cheeks flaming, I say, "Doran Delaney, but I actually prefer to be called Dorrie--"

"I do not abide by nicknames," says the teacher. "As you were telling me, you're thirteen years old, and--what house are you in?"

"Kelpie. And, um, I overslept?" 

"True. All right. Thankfully you did not miss any class, so I cannot get you in trouble for anything. Let us begin." 


After casting-magic, I head to alchemy full of anger, embarrassment, and headache. The good side of sensing the power of all these magical things is that it will pour into me, but unfortunately, if your lesson is how to use casting-magic to incinerate one (stress: ONE) pencil-shaving, and your power overflows, there isn't really a good side. Sure enough, I happened to have set fire to the entire class's shavings, and while there wasn't an accident, I had to see the headmistress. I had asked the teacher when. The teacher, who still didn't give me their name, said any time soon. I consult my watch. It is 9:18; class is at 9:30. I decide I have enough time, and thread my way through the halls to see the headmistress. I knock on the door. 

"Enter," says a voice, probably hers. I enter. 

"The, um, casting-magic teacher told me to see you," I say nervously. 

"On what offense, Doran Delaney?" Whoa--she knows my name. 

"Accidentally setting fire to everyone's pencil shavings with this?" I hold up the wand I was given and it sparks involuntarily. 

"Ah. I see. And if you have any idea why you did this, can you tell me?" Headmistress Finnegan says. 

"Um, I can sense every magical device in this school? And probably control it? But all the power coming from them gives me a headache?" I feel very panicked: for a master at getting in trouble, every time is fresh and new in terms of anxieties. 

"All right. Control yourself, control yourself, control yourself, and if you need any lessons on that, come to me. This affected me when I was a small child, you know." I am shocked. Wisteria Finnegan shares a power with me? I nod and make my way down the hall. Then I consider how welcome the buzz of magic actually is. At home, the only stuff I could sense had been electricity, which panged and pinged like an annoying piano. My cat, though, had helped by licking the power from my fingers as though it were milk. But here, in an unknown part of Scotland, where there were no power lines for miles and miles, I am happier by far than I had been at my home. Then I leave for alchemy.


submitted by Phoebe SR, age 10, Sonoma, CA
(May 2, 2022 - 8:43 pm)



I was falling, and I didn't know what was down and what was up. Something was behind me, and I didn't know what. It looked a little like a mass of vines, that looked like something from healing class. I saw the ground, ten feet below me. Right away, I woke in a cold sweat. This was the third time I had this nightmare. It had to mean something. I looked at my watch, about five thirty in the morning. Close enough. I got up to shower and get ready, to try not to think about the nightmare any more. That would be impossible, but I could try.


Rune magic was my favorite class, but I was almost late. It was still a few minutes until the bell, and I was walking quickly and not stopping, but I still liked to be early. When I was just twenty or so feet away, I saw a small plant and against any warning from my parents and teachers, I picked it up. Why did I notice it? Then I realized, it's the same plant from my nightmare. Wait, I was trying not to think about that. I set the plant down and slipped into the classroom. As I sat down, the bell rang. So much for being early.


Sorry if it's a little short. 

submitted by Avara, she/her
(May 3, 2022 - 4:05 pm)

~Veer Dresden~


The alarm startles me. I hadn't slept well after the person interrupted me last night. Don't even know what they look like, which is unsettling. I'm supposed to teach potions in only ten minutes. Yawning, I begin to tidy up.


(Also, if you are a potions student, please post something like "I walk in through the door" or whatever)


And here's my appearance! 

Veer Dresden.bmp
submitted by Pr. Dresden, ae/aem/aer
(May 3, 2022 - 5:58 pm)

we walk through the door:D

submitted by Realta&Aisling
(May 3, 2022 - 8:00 pm)
"S-sorry," Shannon mumbled, flushing as she looked down. 
"And what were you doing in the Aspen in the first place??" the teacher fumed, glaring menacingly at Shannon. Shannon tried to explain what had happened, how she had gotten lost and then the aspen had called her. But the teacher steamrolled right over her. "I don't want to hear some petty excuse about getting lost! There's no way you got lost up a tree! Detention! You hear me? And if you ever try a stunt like that again, I'll have you expelled before you can beg for mercy!" 
Meanwhile, the young man was standing by looking simpathetically at Shannon. He had warm brown hair, freckles and brown eyes. The girl teacher had black hair in a sharp slanting bob. Lines creased her face that seemed to be there before their time. Her eyes were a steel blue and her lips were thin. "Morgan," intereupted the man. "I don't think she meant to fall." 
"Of course she didn't mean to fall! Nobody ever means to fall!" 
"What's your name?" the man asked, ignoring his companion. 
"Shannon," she told him. 
"How come you were up in that tree?" he asked curiously. 
"I-I-" Shannon struggled to find a way to say what had happened without sounding like a stupid liar. It sounded so... ridiculous. Before she got a chance, the lady teacher burst in again. 
"It doesn't matter," she said. "Just get to your class. But remember, detention later today! Do NOT be late!" 
Shannon's face flushed once more. "Uh, where is the class?" The lady teacher-Morgan, Shannon supposed- rolled her eyes and  pointed reciting in a bored tone. 
"Done the hall, to the left, then right, straight, left and there you are. No go!" 
Shannon hurried out of the hall, face burning. It was just like at home, she thought. She remembered the countless times her mother had looked at her in that exasperated, confused way, as if she just couldn't understand Shannon. She had thought it would be different here. Apparently not. The school was different, but she was still the same old Shannon. 
She fiercely shoved open the door to the classroom. Then froze, wishing she hadn't been so agressive. The whole class had turned to face her. "Late miss... who are you?" asked the teacher.  
submitted by ChangelingChild , age 13, The Fairy Realm
(May 4, 2022 - 6:29 am)