The Academy was a monster, kept behind a tall, ornate black steel gate like a dangerous fiend. It was a mausoleum built of blood red brick, with stained glass windows covered in similarly ornate black steel security bars, and tall towers atop its four stories. Along either side of the driveway, lush green lawns that lightly glistened, dotted sparingly with large, weeping beech trees, and standing before the behemothic building, a fountain.
Her father opened the car door, stepping out to stretch after the long car ride, before walking up to the gates. Built into a brick column was an intercom, on which her father pressed the call button. "Hello?" spoke a slightly static female voice.
"Hi, this is Mr. Jones, I've brought my daughter to the academy...she-", Mr. Jones went on to explain, although Evelyn stopped listening after a few seconds.
Instead she studied the papers given to her that outlined the basics of the Academy, sounded normal enough, classes to attend, three mea