Lady Pole

Lady Mellisa Pole is a heiress to a vast fortune, her parents dying when she was young in a car crash and her grandmother passing away recently. She has an estate in a nearby town, but it is cared for by servants. Since she inherited her fortune and title, she continues to attend Magic school to learn more of the mystic arts that is her family's legacy.

As an only child, and a privileged one at that, her grandmother thought it best she not live in the campus dormitories with the common students and bought Mellisa a home near the school for her to stay in while she studies. Her house is located about five minutes drive from her school, and is cared for by maids and groundskeepers. Mellisa has decorated it to her tastes while keeping it refined at dignified. The small grounds have select magebred trees, shrubberies that have been crafted with magic so that then now grow in the shapes of Pegasus and angels without needing to be shaped and bent into form. A small fountain is circled by the front drive and her grounds in the back feature a small, living hedge maze. While only chest high, the maze can move to confound people seeing their way through and changed with each sunrise.

The house itself has a dozen rooms and a separate carriage house. Over all a classical decoration theme keeps the feel of the house somber, but Mellisa has added paintings and works of art reflecting her own pleasures, statues of fairies and dragons, paintings with dragons and unicorns.

Her third year of school has only just begun. She's had three weeks to meet her classmates and teachers as she learns her schedule and they've just finished reviewing the material that was covered last year. Mellisa doesn't care much for her new Professor teaching ancient knowledges. Professor Angelique Merendis is attractive enough for a middle aged woman, but is overly fascinated with the scandals of ancient cultures for Mellisa's tastes.

Monday morning comes again and Mellisa stirs in her bed. She sleeps naked, enjoying the smooth caress of her sheets, cotton, but made by master artisans for a soft breathable fabric that is not slick to the touch as silk or satin is. Her body is trim, she's kept her form through exercise and light meals, and her breasts finished filling out since last year, giving her perky breast without being ridiculously large, just a little bigger than her own hands can cup. Her brown hair is always disheveled in the morning, but her servants have told her it is artfully so, looking good while remaining out of place. She rubs the sleep from her blue eyes and stretches, before succumbing to a yawn. Her clothing has been laid out by the servants overnight, and she can smell breakfast being made by the cook downstairs.

Mellisa draws the curtains of her bed aside without tying them to their posts and begins to get ready for school.