The magic folk of the Caribbean are nothing if not ambitious. Raising an unplottable island out of the ocean, they retreated to their paradisiacal land whereupon they built a school of magic to pass on their knowledge. Over time, the island grew crowded, and the magical community moved away, but the school remained in operation. Surrounded by a vast blue stretch of water, students must travel via large sentient sailing ships that have been magicked to operate independently (an extremely useful enchantment during the era of piracy as the ships knew to avoid danger). In the waters surrounding the school swims an unnaturally large barracuda with magical scales that can be used as wand cores, but only when it is given willingly. There are many classes dedicated to spice magic, and foreign visitors often say the school carries a distinct aroma akin to a legion of chefs who never stop cooking. Cinnamon for friendship, ginger root for courage and strength, red chillies can fight evil or cause destruction… it becomes the unofficial anthem of the students over time because the chant aids greatly during the multitude of spice-reading exams conducted throughout the school year.
NO BUT REAL TALK OK I WENT TO SCHOOL IN GEORGIA AND I EVEN HAD TEACHERS TELLING ME THAT I SHOULDN’T CELEBRATE HALLOWEEN BECAUSE IT WAS THE DEVIL’S BIRTHDAY AND I GOT SUSPENDED FOR 4 DAYS BECAUSE I WROTE AN ESSAY ENTITLED “You’re All Dumb, The Devil Wasn’t Even Born: The Story of All Hallow’s Eve” AND I TALKED ABOUT THE HISTORY OF HALLOWEEN, HOW IT WAS A PAGAN CELEBRATION TO VENERATE AND APPEASE THE DEAD AND HOW THE DEVIL WAS TECHNICALLY AN ANGEL THAT WAS CAST FROM HEAVEN AND BECAUSE ANGELS WERE CREATED BY GOD THEY WEREN’T BORN THEREFORE THE DEVIL COULDN’T HAVE A BIRTHDAY. MY PRINCIPAL WAS SO CONCERNED FOR ME BECAUSE I WAS IN 3RD GRADE AND HE GOT MAD AT MY MOM FOR RAISING SUCH A “DISRESECTFUL, HEDOONISTIC CHILD”. SHE BOUGHT ME ICECREAM AND LET ME WATCH CARTOONS WHILE I WAS OUT OF SCHOOL.