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Victoria Private Academy was built in the mid 1800s under the design and instructions of the school's first Head Mistress, Victoria Lynch. It was built to originally have only two main sections, one where the lessons took place and the other where the students dormed.
The school was build of stone brick and looks much more like a castle or manor in reality. It is barred off by a tall spiked fence that surrounds the school and its campus completely. The campus itself is huge, some of it including a lake, archery field, greenhouse, and Head's house.
Since Victor has taken up the title of Head Master, the school has added four more sections to the already massive building. The West Wing is the front of the school oddly enough, and houses the offices (such as the Head's) and a small library (housing roughly 1,700 books). The South Wing houses the male students and faculty (should they choose to live there) and the South-East Hall houses the female students and faculty (it is only called a hall), both have their own social lounges including one for both genders. The East Wing is where all the lessons are held, the ones indoors at least, it is also where the teachers have their offices and lounges. Off of the East Wing there is the expanded Cafeteria, open 24 hours a day. In it they have the best Chefs in the area. The North Wing is the large library, or the Useless Nook (UN) as the students called it.
However, half of the UN is sealed off from students. It is where witches that come for shelter are given space. It holds several beds, a kitchen, and washroom. Its plain, but big enough to allow some privacy to all.
The new Head is very proud of many of the “newer” additions (newer to him ranges from 100 years to a day). The school may be old, but it is kept up to look fairly new, (including the two gardens and sports fields). Of course like every old castle there are always some surprises that only the Head knows...but in all the school is something to stare at to new guests or passerby.
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Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still aflying, And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorow will be dying. --robert herrick
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