“Hello everyone, this is Toni Roberts with a special news report. We all know of the recent coming out of the things that go bump in the night. Without warning, we’ve learned that vampires, werewolves, witches, and more are all real, and among us. They’re in our police, our firemen, our hospitals, and now I can conclusive evidence that they are in our schools.
Behind me stands the St. Thomas Aquinas School for Gifted Youth, a private academy allegedly for academically talented children from kindergarten up. However, it appears as if this school is in fact a private academy not for academically talented children, but for magically or psychically gifted and nonhuman children. These children can board here, or be a day schooler, and their website boasts of nearly 1000 enrollees.
I have managed to find a pamphlet describing the school to prospective students. The students here are here because of the potential danger they represent normal children, with difficulty controlling magic, or even their own strength. Children remain here until they are capable of blending in with the general populace or they graduate, where they-”
Molly turned off the TV in the break alcove, refusing to watch another second of the utter shit on TV. The gentle giant glared at the now blank screen and then shook her head, despairing quietly. “They went after the kids. What kind of bastard does that?” She whispered, and tossed her brown paper lunch bag in the trash can. They had a small kitchenette alcove to eat in, and store your lunch, but the TV was a newer addition, and it was a miracle it was still in one piece.
The world was falling apart, or at least that’s how it felt. The decision had been made to come out to mundane humans, to let them know that monsters and magic were real, and Molly would love to strangle whoever decided this was a good idea. Cross-species incidents were up through the roof, and everything was hell in a handbasket. There was even talk of them integrating with the regular police department, though as far as she knew, that hadn’t happened yet.
“Have I mentioned how much I hate fox news lately? They’ve been re-airing that stupid segment for a good week now.” They were going after magically inclined people with pitchforks flaring. How the hell were the kids supposed to feel safe then this nutcase did this? The school was now compromised, and she had no doubt that little to nothing would be done about it.
Maybe she could talk the director into putting up a watch there, someone to keep an eye out until things died down a little. It’d probably reassure the younger kids at least. Molly tugged at the base of her high ponytail and considered her options.
None of it mattered. Today, she was getting to meet new team members. Or a new team member. Molly hadn’t paid that much attention to the briefing.