Miss Primlane's Home for Abandoned, Unloved, Unwanted, and Mistreated Girls

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Welcome

We are the Primlane Orange Skirts

Top 50% of all The Schew schools in both academics and athletics

Providing a home and an education to girls ages 6-18

Culture

We are Witches. We pride ourselves on our adherence to traditional Witchin values. We respect the elemental forces (magics) that shape our world and we work with them for a deeper commitment to the ever expanding universal oneness that is life. We honor the rituals of our foremothers by practicing our moon, sabbat, and wheel of the year ceremonies. We are also greatly benefited by our Goblin Staff and we love celebrating their cultural holidays and spiritual celebrations with them and their families.

Public Agenda

We, at Primlane House, feel honored to welcome the abandoned, the unloved, the unwanted, and the mistreated girls of our world, by giving them a safe and secure home in which to thrive.
— Sucretzia Primlane

Assets

Magically protected house and lands

Goblins employeed as lands and buildings keepers

Dedicated teachers and volunteers

History

Primlane House was designed and built by Sucretzia Primlane in the late 1st Fabled Age in response to what she believed was an, "unfortunate need for schooling and housing for young girls without proper guidance."

With the help of a group of dedicated teachers, employees, and volunteers, the school grew from a small seed and a hope into a thriving, still growing, home and academy.

Disbandment

Unfortunately, a school cannot run without a leader. If the headmistress dies before securing a proper heir the school will shut down until such heir can be located, upon which time the school will reopen under new leadership.

We are happy to announce that Miss Primlane's is recently reopened under its 9th headmistress (Mildred Primlane)

and is accepting new residents. Mildred comes to us from a varied career path in The Covenants and we're sure her vast general studies will provide a creative map for our future.

Welcome Miss Primlane! We're excited for a new era of Orange Skirts!

Divine Origins

Mr. Efarius Zane considered himself something of an expert on most things wizardly. He'd spent his years surrounded by wizards and wizardly things and wizardly actions of all kinds. Which was why he knew, without a doubt, that what the girl was doing was not wizardly wizardry. No, it was something altogether different. He'd call it witchcraft, but he wasn't sure. He'd never actually been around a witch before, but what she was doing was curious.

He peeked around the tree behind which he hid and placed his wand to his ear to better hear what she was saying.

"I, Sucretzia Primlane, want a home," he heard her whisper into the tiny acorn she held in her palm. "A home for abandoned, unloved, unwanted, and mistreated girls." She sniffled and wiped at her eyes with her sleeve.

Efarius pulled behind the tree again and repositioned the wand.

"...and safe...with big walls and a big gate that will only open for those who belong..."

He brushed a spider off of his trousers and rechecked his hiding position.

"...protected and cared for by Goblins." He waited for her to say more before looking around the tree trunk. She'd dug a little hole in the forest floor.

She lifted the acorn to her lips and he lifted his wand to his ear. "Grow with love and fun," she said before she placed the acorn in the ground and covered it with dirt.

Efarius slowly crept away. He wasn't sure if he trusted witch magics or not. It certainly wasn't wizardly.

Two days later Efarius was rudely interrupted during his midafternoon nap by a pointy boot kicking his feet.

"Are you the stupid jerk who's been spying on me?" An angry witch stood over him, witch wand pointed at his forehead.

Efarius skuttled backwards on the forest floor. "No!" he defended himself. "I mean, yes, but I'm not a jerk!"

"Yes you are! And you better stop spying on me you dirty sneak!"

She shook her wand at him and he covered his head. He didn't know what a witch wand could do to a wizard. He'd heard stories of people turning into toads.

"Stupid boy!" she shouted at him as she kicked dirt onto his unlit firepit. Yep, pointy witchy boots. Efaruis didn't trust people with boots like that, better to stay clear of witches.

She glared at him one last time and started marching away.

"Is your acorn sprouting yet?" Efarius called out. The witch stopped and Efarius almost wished he hadn't said anything but he needed to know. It was imperative. For...he swallowed...imperical research.

"Is my what? What?" She demanded without turning.

"Your acorn," he hastened to explain while scrambling to his feet.

"The one you planted. Has it sprouted yet? Because I planted one that night too and I don't know how long it takes. Or if mine even worked because it's a witch's spell and I'm a wizard but I felt magics so I think it worked but if you could look at it maybe?"

Very, very slowly she turned. She studied him and his campsite. Her tight lips eased a little.

"Show me," she said. Efarius pointed to a section of forest floor in a small clearing next to his camp. He liked it because he was a short walk to the river and he could hear the flow of water.

The witch walked over to his planted acorn and he suddenly got nervous. "You planted this the same night I did?" She asked.

He nodded. "I watched you and I heard some of what you said and I tried to repeat it--"

"You got a lot of it wrong," she said.

He wilted.

"No," she said softly as she squatted next to his planted acorn. "Not wrong," she said as she held her hand over the unseen seed. "Wizardy."

Efarius perked up. Wizardy was always good and he was very good at wizardry.

The witch stood. "It's living and growing and it's strong. You should see the sprout in a day or two."

"Really!" Efarius smiled and took a deep breath. A home of his own. A real home! And because of a witch's spell! His brothers would laugh.

Thinking of his brothers wasn't smart at the moment so he said, "thank you. Very much. And, uhm," he rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to spy. Not really. I've been here for a while and it was strange to see another person around. I was just seeing what you were doing here. I beg forgiveness." He covered his heart with his right hand and bowed formally.

The witch looked down and scuffed her boot against the ground. Finally, she let out a small puff of air and gave a formal curtsy. "Granted."

"Mr. Efarius Zane, at your service," he said and then gave another bow. This one short and quick.

"Miss Sucretzia Primlane," she said and then gave a quick, short curtsy.

"I've never met a witch before," he admitted.

"I've never met a wizard," she admitted.

And then they smiled.

Political Influence & Intrigue

"...varied career path...hmmm...creative map for our future." Mildred took a moment to digest the very public welcome in the newsletter from the school she'd somehow inherited. "That is as kindly accurate as one could possibly be, Miss Caldwell."

"I thought so, too, dear," Miss Caldwell said with a bright and warm smile. "It's so nice to be back home. I never thought I'd see the inside of Primlane House again." Miss Caldwell opened her arms wide and gave the halls a giant hug and then a giant sigh. "Thank you for following the call." She told Mildred with true fondness and she then leaned in to say, "You have some cereal on your morning robe, dear, and snarls in your hair. Also, you might consider washing off yesterday's mascara. Your pores will thank you."

Mildred watched Miss Caldwell walk off with a light spring in her step and sunlight beaming off of the small Witchin pentacle pinned to the sweater at her heart. The woman smiled and waved at people as she practically danced down the hall. Mildred ran her hand through one of the snarls on her head. It was only 9am and school didn't start until...Oh, man, what time did school begin?

Mildred nodded and let out a long slow breath of release. Yeah, Miss Caldwell wasn't wrong. She, Mildred Primlane, was going to be creative about things. Which is why she went back into the 1st cafeteria to eat a second breakfast before she got ready for the day. Miss Caldwell might be floating, but for Mildred (even in her fantastic new home) functioning much before elevenses was ill advised.

DISBANDED/DISSOLVED