INT. BABELSAMA’S LAIR. NIGHT.
BABELSAMA (a man in his early forties who is balding, has cold eyes, and is Eastern European) sit on a chipping throne. The room is dark except for a florescent spotlight over his head. The electricity buzzes, and the light exposes a lot of falling dust.
BABELSAMA:
After years of planning, I
finally found a place to put
my plans into fruition! Luckily
for me, this lair was in fore-
closure! Now, the second phase
of my plan can begin!
Babelsama cackles. PAN to a nearby doorway, where a mummy and a vampire stand.
MUMMY:
Who is he talking to?
VAMPIRE:
Evil geniuses like to say
their plans out loud for some
reason. They all seem to do
that, even when their enemies
are around. I don’t know why.
MUMMY:
Huh. Oh well. Come on; there’s
donuts in the break room.
They exit. PAN BACK to Babelsama.
BABELSAMA:
I must remember to send Carol
a memo about payroll.
EXT. TEMCA ACADEMY. EVENING.
EST- an old sign that says, “Temca Academy” sits before some elegant brick buildings. There are a lot of trees lining the campus’s pathways. Witches and wizards (who dress almost modernly but with something eccentrically off about them) arrive from all different directions by broomsticks with trunks and sometimes parents following them. Some students come out of a vortex, and others come by carriage. A pair of designer high heels touch the ground and dismount a broom. The camera pans up and reveals the face of ANIELLE (a pretty girl with soft, brunette curls, golden brown eyes, and a curvy physique). She looks at Temca Academy with a mixture of pride and worry. She is closely followed by her father, NEIMAN (a wealthy Irishman in his early fifties.) He looks at his daughter in an arrogant pride.
ANIELLE:
Temca Academy. It’s where all
the great ones went. (beat)
This could be fun…
NEIMAN:
Anielle, darling, it’s natural
to feel nervous, but don’t fear
too much. Remember, you’re a
Chadrick. So, no matter what
Happens, you’ll be taken care of.
(beat) Unless you pull a stunt
like your sister did.
ANIELLE:
Somehow, I doubt that.
(sighs)
Let’s go to the dorm and get
this over with.
EXT. DOG HOUSE. EVENING.
EST-Parent bring trunks up for their children while their kids already start partying and acting up. Anielle looks at the sign that says, “Doctor Olivia Ganges House,” with a look of disgust and fear.
ANIELLE:
I’m scared.
NEIMAN:
Nonsense! Chadrick’s don’t feel
fear! All the freshmen must spend
their first year in a dorm. Next
year, you can go back home. Do
you need help with your trunk?
ANIELLE:
No, I got it.
Anielle reaches into her pockets and brings out a bejeweled scepter. She points to the trunk, and it floats.
NEIMAN:
Excellent! You’ll study hard,
of course, and before you know
it, you’ll be an executive at
my company!
ANIELLE:
(unenthusiastically)
Great.
He gives her a very pretentious hug, and she gives one back.
ANIELLE:
Bye.
He gets back on his broom and flies away. Anielle sighs and walks into the dorm.
INT. DORM HALL. NIGHT.
Anielle walks down the hall, which is chaotic with people moving in and out. A few of the students’ parents have already left, so they are cutting up. Anielle has to carefully move over all the stuff in the hall. She is slightly relieved when she gets to her room at the end of the hall.
INT. ANIELLE’S ROOM. NIGHT.
Anielle is appalled at the small size of her room. She is the first to arrive. So, all that is in there is a couple of beds, a couple of closets, and a couple of desks. Anielle unlifts the spell from her trunk and sets it on the bed closest to the door. She opens the trunk, and she uses her scepter to put all her stuff away. Her decorations are pretty modest but includes a bejeweled frame of her self portrait (which moves) and a poster of a witch band called the Temple of Isis. After she finishes, her roommate, CIRCE (a girl that has blonde hair, blue eyes, and an overly bubbly attitude) walks in with her trunk.
CIRCE:
Hi! You must be Anielle!
ANIELLE:
Oh, you must be Circe. It’s
nice to meet you.
Anielle extends her hand, but instead of shaking it, Circe gives her a tight hug.
CIRCE:
No formalities! We’re almost
family now!
Anielle cringes, but Circe doesn’t seem to notice.
CIRCE:
Oh, I get the window side! Cool,
so if I have a really bad day, I
can just throw myself out it!
ANIELLE:
What!?!
CIRCE:
I’m only kidding!
She laughs in a tone that is both high pitched and obnoxious. Anielle does not know how to react. She watches Circe unpack. She decorates her side of the room with a bunch of stuffed animals and flower-shaped pillows. It looks over the top and almost childish. Circe misreads her look.
CIRCE:
Cute, isn’t it?
ANIELLE:
Maybe, for a four year old.
Anielle expected Circe to be offended, but instead she does that annoying laugh again.
CIRCE:
I know, I have the heart of a
child! But I find the cheerful
and innocent nature of these
things keep me from dark
temptations!
ANIELLE:
Dark temptations?
Circe gets uncomfortably close to Anielle and looks into her eyes.
CIRCE:
You know, dark magic.
(beat)
Don’t worry! That’ll never
happen!
ANIELLE:
You had garlic for dinner,
didn’t you?
To her annoyance, Circe does that obnoxious laugh again.
CIRCE:
You’re so funny! Hey, you
wanna go meet our neighbors?
ANIELLE:
Later. I told my boyfriend I’d
message him when I got here.
CIRCE:
How exciting! Okay, I’ll get
you later, roomie!
As she skips out of the room, Anielle stares at her in disbelief.
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