The Prankmaster Arrives
Eldergrove Academy had seen many strange creatures walk through its ancient doors. Troll twins who argued in three languages. A ghost cat that refused to leave the Headmaster's beard. But none of them prepared the staff for Labubu.
A small, fuzzy chaos-ball with button eyes and a smile that said "Oops, not sorry!", Labubu was delivered to the academy in a crate marked:
"Caution: Mischief Enclosed."
“Why this one?” grumbled Headmaster Thistlethorn, eyeing the creature bouncing across the Great Hall tables. “Surely there’s a better place for... that.”
But the Ministry of Magical Misfits insisted. Labubu had already been expelled from four schools—this was the last chance.
That night, during the Welcome Feast, Labubu introduced themselves with a bang. Literally the soup turned into jumping frogs, a chandelier floated away mid-toast, and someone’s pants kept rhythmically chanting “Detention! Detention!” with every step.
Despite the chaos, the students were entertained. Some even clapped.
“Charming,” muttered Professor Mossroot, wiping frog guts from his beard
