Edited: 12/23/16

Prologue

Micah

"I put a spell on you.

Because you're mine."

The singer's long brown hair was partially covering his face, but as he slowly moved back and forth in a trace, one could see a small glimpse of his unnatural silver eyes. His soulful voice echoed through the Hunter's Moon, a small bar on the corner of a rowdy block in New Orleans. It was an open mic, and in traditional New Orleans style, the song choices ranged from jazz to classic rock.

Micah's attention, however, was not on the singer but on the bar's owner. The bar was busy that night, some there for the music, some there just to get a look at the sexy bartender and owner, Calion Roux. He had nothing but respect for Calion—she gave him a home and family when his own abandoned him. She took him in when she didn't have to; however, even though Micah respected her, her natural sex appeal was not lost on him.

Her fierce green eyes searched the room. It was nearly midnight, the time drunks normally got rowdy, but when Micah took a look around he noticed the unnatural calmness of the room. He cocked a brow—Calion was right to hire a siren to keep the normal humans in line. Of course, the compulsion of the siren's voice did nothing for Micah's own supernatural hearing.

Micah brushed his hair back and took a swig from the tequila bottle. It was a quite night. Too quiet for what had been going on in town. The council had been in meetings day in and day out, and all of the faction leaders are being tight-lipped about whatever is going on. Micah's eyes flicked back to the woman behind the bar. Calion had been the pack leader for twenty years, but between the council meetings and leading the pack runs Micah was surprised Calion even managed to sleep anymore. Even Marcus and his pack of blood-suckers were keeping to themselves, which made Micah even more curious, and it had been killing him to know what was going on. He knew better than to stick his nose where it didn't belong, though.

The door to the bar slammed open, and smell of whiskey and wet-dog flooded the room. A towering form moved through the doorway followed by several young wolves—Clayton, Calion's second in command, stomped in. He took a look at Micah then at Calion, discreetly his eyes flashed gold. A silent message that they needed to talk.

Calion nodded and shook her hand toward the siren on stage. The music suddenly stopped and Calion's voice rose over those who had started to complain, "Alright everyone, the bar is officially closed!" Calion called motioning for the patrons to leave. A chorus of groans and curses were heard throughout the room. "Sorry, folks. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. There are at least five other bars down this street, and trust me, they serve the exact same beer."

As Calion continued herding the humans out, the other pack members crowded around the bar. Everyone was eager to know exactly what Clayton had to say.

"Alright, what did you hear?" Calion bite out. Micah knew that even though Clayton was Calion's second in command they weren't very fond of each other. Most of it having to do with Clayton's strong claim on the title of pack master.

Micah could see Clayton was fighting to not make a snarky comment back at Calion. His square jaw tensed and then relaxed. Micah often wondered why Clayton was allowed to be Beta. He fought Calion at every turn and gave her more shit then the young pups did. Clayton took off his trench coat and rolled his large shoulders; then Micah remembered it was because no one had the guts to challenge the pureblooded wolf for the title of second in command. "You and the Mayor were right. I saw him with the witches at Capet. I tried to get closer, hear what they were talking about, but the Kitsune noticed me and moved him and Headmaster inside."

Murmurs and confused looks were shared throughout the room. One voice rose above the group—"who is 'he'?" They asked and the crowd's speculation grew even louder. Calion raised her hand in a signal for them to quiet down. The room went silent, and everyone turned their attention back toward the pack master.

Calion's green eyes didn't leave the bar as she stared at it like it held the mysteries of the world. She didn't even acknowledge the question as she addressed Clayton. "Are you sure it was him?"

"He's not the type of person you forget," Clayton answered walking around the bar and taking a bottle of whiskey for himself.

Calion said nothing as her nails played at the many scratches in the old oak bar. When she finally looked up she saw everyone's confused stares and sighed. "Well, you all have the right to know," she said, pulling her blonde braid over one shoulder. "A few months ago Headmaster Sauvage pitched an idea to the council. He thought this idea would bring the factions 'closer' together; bring us peace."

Micah, among many, groaned at this. Laurent Sauvage was the current headmaster of Capet Academy of Magic. The oldest, still-standing magic school in America. He had always been on a kick about unifying the factions of New Orleans' supernatural community since he had become headmaster. Even went as far as makingCalion and Marcus Vouclain professors at Capet- an act that nearly caused MACUSA to shut down Capet, however, oddly enough Sauvage had the illusive President Copeland on his side so that never happened. Micah couldn't imagine what hair-brained scheme Sauvage had in mind.

"Like what? Letting humans enroll at Capet?" Micah asked jokingly earning a few chuckles from his pack. A growl from Clayton silenced the crowd.

Calion looks me in the eyes, "Even that would make more sense than this. A new position has opened up at Capet."

Isobel

Isobel marched speedingly through the halls of Vouclain manor. Her quick pace and the disturbance of her clicking heels against the wooden floors drew the prying eyes of other coven members. As she sped past the whispers behind her spread. They all had heard the rumors of recent events and had their own suspicions- especially involving the crisply folded letter Isobel had tucked in her hand.

She finally found herself in front of the large black doors leading into Lord Vouclain's room and paused momentarily to fix her pencil skirt and adjust her blouse- wanting to look presentable though she knew Marcus did not care. She knocked three times before entering. Her heels clicked against Marcus' custom marble floors as she walked down the steps, past his bedroom, and into his study. Isobel wasn't surprised to see a leggy, blonde draped over Marcus' couch with his fangs embedding in her neck. Isabel turned her nose up at the smell of AB+ and cheap perfume.

Hearing Isobel enter his head snapped up and their red eyes met. "What is it, Isobel?" He asked, now looking completely uninterested in the girl in his lap.

This caused the blonde to look at her with nothing less than hatred, not that Isobel cared. The girl was little more than cattle to the vampire. She had no doubt that when the girl left the safety of Marcus' study she would get drained by one of the many fledglings.

Isobel gave a sickeningly sweet smile, "I believe this is a matter to be discussed alone." Her eyes casting over the human blood bag.

"I couldn't agree more." Marcus pushed the girl from his lap and onto the floor.

The girl looked shocked but quickly recovered. She ungracefully rose, adjusted her dress, and gave a shaky bow. The human walked to the door and made a point to lock eyes with Isobel. Isobel flashed her fangs in response causing the girl to scurry quickly toward the door. Once the door closed behind her, the formalities dropped.

"Now, my child, why did you interrupt my dinner?" Marcus questioned as he whipped away a lone drip of blood from his mouth.

Isobel walked over to him and handed out a letter. "Forgive me, Sir. Headmaster Sauvage sent one of those blasted owls with this." Marcus' black curls fell over his crimson eyes as he rose from the coach.

His long, pale fingers plucked the letter from her hands. "Wizards and those owls, I'll never understand. A crow would be much more suitable." He broke the wax Capet seal and began to read the letter.

His already red eyes began to burn like the embers of a fire. Isobel could feel the anger rolling off of him. "That damned fool! Does he really think that this is acceptable?" Marcus continued to speak to himself, "Three out of four council votes against him and he still goes through with it."

"Marcus?" Isabel asked cautiously. She was eager to know what had angered her sire but was hesitant to question him while he was in this state.

Not even willing to speak to her, Marcus simply handed her back the letter to read for herself. Her eyes went wide and mouth fell open, she couldn't believe what she was reading. "There's no way MACUSA will allow this," Isabel stated, "The man is a criminal in their eyes. How can he be given a position as a professor?"

Professor Demitra von Rothman

"They aren't going to be happy with you," Demitra said casually. "I'm honestly surprised they haven't broken your door down yet."

Her eyes were focused on her oblivious friend as she carefully shuffled a deck of tarot cards in her hands. To say Laurant's idea was insane was an understatement. The humorous bit was that he had to know that as well but still chose to go through with it. Demitra turned her gaze to the table and spread the cards across its circular surface.

"Come now, Dimitra. It's my school. I can appoint whoever I wish as long as they are qualified. Besides it will bring the community closer together. Can you imagine how blissful it will be to not have the factions at each other's throats?" Laurant huffed. It didn't escape her that he sounded like a child who was annoyed that his parents wouldn't let him do as he pleased. She knew he meant well—he always had the schools best intentions in mind—however, that doesn't mean he thinks everything he does through.

"Just because someone is qualified to teach does not mean they should be in a position to influence young minds." Demitra scolded. "The factions have been a peace. Ever since Calion and Marcus joined us here they had been forced to compromise with one another and the No-majs. They have all kept to the terms of the treaty. If anything, this little stunt of yours might be the divider you are so afraid of." She tried to stay calm, but she could understand if the faction leaders decided to break down the doors and try to kill the headmaster.

"Speaking of the two, I have no doubt the news has reached Calion and Marcus by now. Have you told the mayor?" She inquired, though she wasn't too concerned. The humans were always last to hear about anything, and the fact that the supernatural community of New Orleans purposefully left them out didn't help either.

Laurent did give some kind of response, but Demitra had closed her eyes and retreated to a place of deep concentration, tuning him out. She allowed her hand to ghost over the cards, picking ones out at random and laying them down on the table. When she finished, her eyes cracked open, and she scanned her spread. The first card, The Fool, was followed by The Three of Swords, The Devil, The Magician, and Reversed Judgment. As the divination professor continued her reading, Laurent peeked over her shoulder.

"Is that The Devil?" He asked sounding quite shocked.

"Yes, obviously. If you keep breathing down my neck I won't be able to concentrate. You should be more worried about how you're going to handle Calion and Marcus than my reading. Can you imagine what the Ministry will say when they find out you hired a practicing voodoo priest? Not to mention the descendent of Marie Laveau."

"He's not practicing, Demitra. You know the Salem Acts forbids it."

She rolled her eyes. "Just because there is a law, Laurent, doesn't mean people follow it," She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I know you mean well, but this? There is a reason Papa Mamba's coven was-"

Laurent let out a tired huff. "I don't want to argue about this anymore. The children will be arriving in two weeks. We have other things to concern ourselves with." He sank into his large leather chair, pouting.

Then the door to his study flew open and in walked the last two people either of them had wanted to deal with tonight.

Calion, her eyes flashing an animalistic gold, pushed through first followed by Marcus with his little progeny, Isobel, right behind him. Rage flowed off the two of them in waves. Demitra caught a glanced of Laurent's petrified face from her seat.

"I told you they wouldn't like it."

Alright, let's get this party started. I wanted to introduce all the factions that are going to take up a large part of this story. None of the POV characters here will be main, but are simply here to fill this chapter and help you guys get a feel for things. This story will contain darker undertones, so be prepared. I have added in some aspects from the Originals, Penny Dreadful, Witches of East End and other things that may be revealed later. I know it seems like a gave away a lot, but trust me this is just a little footnote in the grand scheme of things. So just read the rules and background and send me your ocs! Can't wait to work with you guys. Also make sure to leave a review on what you guys thought of this chapter.

RULES:

-ONLY submit through PM. In the title of your Pm put "Capet Academy: Character Name" of course your character's name will go there.

-You are limited to one entry for a main or minor roll, but I will always need extras so if you have other oc ideas message me.

-Here is a common one, no mary-sue. You can't be perfect, not possible.

-Not every character has to have specific family problems. This means you don't have to give your character a sad backstory for me to consider them. I'm not saying you can't do that, just saying it won't help or hurt your chances.

-Be creative, have fun with it. I will take a certain number of people that can join the Vampire or Werewolf faction. I will take two characters for the Vampire faction (a boy and girl preferable) and three Werewolves. The Voodoo faction isn't open to OCs due to plot I only need one and I already have her.

-Feel free to makeup your own family legacy for your character. Have fun with it, but make it somewhat believable.

-If you read this put "Vox Vocis" at the top of your PM

-Give me a wide range of personalities. The sweet one, the hot head, the sneak, the sexy one, the backstabber, the brave one, if you can think of it I will want it. I need a range to suit the plot.

-I believe i will have 10 characters I will focus on. 5 Main, 5 minor. Saying this I would either like to have the guys outnumber the girls or have it even.

-Be descriptive, It helps a lot.

-Wand Type is in the forum however Capet does use a lot of wandless magic.

-Here's the important one. There will be a wait list of sorts. If your character is chosen you must review all chapters, as then I will include your character more. If absence is consistent and you don't talk to me about it I will pick from the waitlist to replace the character.

Background: Alright now for a little background on the story.

-Capet Academy was founded in 1730 when a migration of French wizards made their way to the French territory of New Orleans. It's founder was Jean-Claude Capet.

-Capet was built on French magic and purest views. For 250 years, Capet wasn't even open to half-bloods, none the less muggleborns. The American Ministry, MACUSA, got tired to being the black sheep considering their European counterparts had opened their doors to the half-bloods and muggleborns, so Capet did the same.

-America being the melting pot it is, Capet is no different. The teachings of Capet aren't as singular as those at Hogwarts. Capet teaches a mixture of magic found around the world: Norse, Egyptian, Celtic, modern European, Greek, Native American, African, Chinese, and Pagan techniques. This list once included Voodoo as well until the Salem Acts of 1881 were Voodoo was outlawed on the death date of Marie Laveau. Because of the range of Capet's teachings it's reasonable to say that they teach more advanced techniques compared to their European counterparts.

-New Orleans has always been home to several factions. The werewolves that derived from the native skinchangers that inhabited Louisiana before the age of exploration. The vampires who made themselves at home in the large port of New Orleans in the early 1700s, seeing the port as a perfect feeding ground, and the French wizards that migrated there.

-As of modern New Orleans a peace is kept in the factions by means of the Council. Each faction leader sits on the council and the four members must come to a unified or 3/4 agreement before any major changes are made in New Orleans. On the council sits the current werewolf packmaster- Calion Roux, elder vampire- Marcus Vouclain, the Mayor of New Orleans- Gabriel Delamare, and current headmaster of Capet- Laurent Sauvage.

-New Orleans is a city set in it's supernatural roots so the students are free to wonder New Orleans as they please without causing any issues. Though everything is still kept tight lipped. There is something similar to Diagon Alley in the French Quarter, but of course isn't accessible to muggles.

-The school has four houses: Animus, Sapientia, Gaudium, Validus. All latin terms that Jean-Claude used to describe his four children.
-Animus - courage, will, spirit. Used to describe Jean-Claude's oldest son, Dominic. Their colors are grey and orange.
-Sapientia - Wise and sure. Colors are silver and purple.
-Gaudium - Happy and optimistic, untainted, strength. Colors are bronze and red.
-Validus - powerful, exceeding, ambiguous. Colors are gold and black.

-Capet was largely unaffected by Voldemort. They knew what was going on, but MACUSA chose to stay out of it like many countries. MACUSA considers itself completely separate from the European Ministries, thus Capet also has limited contact with Hogwarts. MACUSA headquarters is located in Salem, Massachusetts.

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