Just because Belladonna's relationship with Amityville was rocky and almost abusive did not mean she wanted the school closed or to be kicked out.

In fact, there were truly more reasons for her to fight for the school than to let it fail. It had provided her with knowledge and hope of a better life. It had given her the opportunity to be a better witch! (Just because she squandered that opportunity certainly didn't count against the school...) It had provided her with friends, lots of friends! As well as two almost-boilfriends (OK. If the school doesn't get closed down I am DEFINITELY getting a REAL boilfriend! She told herself sternly)! It had given her experience with the crazy reality of the world by way of field trips. It had been the one to send her in the direction of madness, despite not being the reason she had tipped over into its depths. (Or been killed for that matter.)
So yes. Her relationship with the school was... Shaky at best, but Amityville had never been the one to cause awful things to happen to her. (If she had been the kind of girl to wildly place blame she would certainly think differently, but as she wasn't she didn't.) It had merely been the one to provide her with life experiences. Without Amityville, she was just the youngest witch in a long line of witches who had failed her school. Without Amityville... Life would truly be a nightmare.

There is no way I'm letting it get shut down! The witch chanted in her head as she marched over to a small area of uninhabited dead-grass. With the wide world of hexes, spells and illusions before her, the witch could think of almost nothing in which to preform. There was the spell that she had made up in her spells class, but that was a bit too much for these no good Bogeymen. She didn't want to waste her talent on jerks like that!
(OK. And honestly, she was a little afraid she wouldn't be able to muster up the strength for it... Her hands shook from being watched and graded by someone who wanted her to fail. It was almost too much pressure to bear!)

"A small levitation spell with do!" The witch announced to whoever was watching her and grading her and putting all that unnecessary pressure on her. Yet... She didn't have anything to levitate.
A small whine escaped Belladonna's throat and she looked around frantically for a moment before being reduced to taking off her left shoe. It would have to do.
With a flourish the witch set it before her, took a few uneven steps backwards and breathed deeply. Her right hand rose above her much in the way a ballerina might lift their arm and the witch closed her eyes.
"Light as a feather, all gravity severed." The witch chanted three times, before she pointed one finger at the shoe. "You shall rise, you shall not fall, I am your master, bid my call!"
The shoe shook violently against the ground, stood up straight with a snap, then crumbled back onto the grass.

...........................That was it...
For a long moment Belladonna stood there, awkwardly tilted to her left side, and watched the shoe. No matter how much willpower she threw at the thing, it refused to move. It didn't even shake anymore. The shoe simply laid there like a shoe unfilled is wont to do.

Tears filled the witch's eyes as she scurried forward and hastily picked up the boot and stuffed her grassy foot into it. It didn't matter that later on back in her dorm room she'd had to extract all that prickly grass, it didn't matter that she would probably cry while she did it, all that mattered now was that she had failed.
My first failure... She couldn't help but think with a small sense of joy. At least her first failure had been here at Amityville. Without wanting to look at the other students, Belladonna instead ducked her head and hobbled toward the Bogeymen.

"I didn't do well, but I still tried." She told them, her face firmly toward the ground so that her pointy hat looked at them. "And so long as I have that, you'll never close Amityville!"
With a sob she turned and bolted off in the direction of her dorm room, one hand pressed against her mouth to try to keep the crying at bay. Though it didn't work, Belladonna at least hoped, in some small, far away place that used to be her old self, that someone would see her and think her pretty.
For a moment she thought that and then dissolved into feeling sorry for herself. Had she been able to help the others, she would have cheered them on, but since she had to preform her spell alone, she was certain the others had to take their exams alone.

Belladonna had failed Amityville, but she could only hope that the other students would now.

Belladonna made a 3.5! T3T