A.N.- This is where your story begins and the first stop for the selected in this rp. Where you put your name in the magic raffle and are selected! Then interviewed as a potiential future princess.

*If you have the hocus bogus curse this scene will play out differently for you. You are waiting to the side as a family member dips your name for you.*

Let the raffle begin!

There in the center of your town you wait in line as each girl takes her turn. The cobblestone under your feet wobbled as you stepped. The sun had just finished setting and the lanterns around town lit at its departure. The ladies ahead fiddled with their names as they approached the pot its bright glow getting more and more visible as the distance between you and it closed. The aurora it casts staying a disinterested blue. The girl behind you is loudly whispering the instructions to herself repeatedly.

"Write your name on the white ribbon. Hold the ribbon by the string over the pot. Dip the ribbon into the pot stopping at the string. Pull the string to take the ribbon out of the pot. If your ribbon has turned to gold you have been selected."

All the girls infront of you have been rejected, their white ribbons like a consulation prize.

The Illis scribe for the Weekly scribble taps his feather pen as the last girl in front of you is rejected. His albino skin shines in the pots blues glow its swirling colors painting the surrounding area. The scribes slittled green eyes focus on you narrowing as he waits.

"It's your turn."