A/N:- I'm going to make this quick as I don't really like using these. Yes, this is the same story DeadVampRising wrote in 2005. She has handed to me because she has had no time and feels I could help bring it back seeing as she hasn't touched it since 2005. I have changed and added some things in the story but not much so the first couple of chapters should be recognisable to those that have read it before.

That is all.

The white snow fell to the ground covering it in a gossamer sheet. A large ominous church stood at the end of the road making the scene picture perfect for a Christmas card. A Christmas car the Addams Family would approve of, but a card none the less.

The preteen girl smiled softly, not really paying attention to much. Looks like this was her new home. Her only home in fact, at least from what she could remember.

The car stopped, knocking the girl out of her dazed state. As the woman who brought her here went to get her suitcase from the trunk, the girl stretched and stepped out into the frosty air.

Wammy House Orphanage, founded by Quillish Wammy, was even more impressive in person that it was on the internet. The old building was large and ornate very close to the Cathedral's seen in Italy and France. A large rose window sat up at the bell tower, glistening as the sun hit it in the right direction, sending subtle rays of pinks, red, greens, blue, oranges etc, over into the air.

Scratching her head, a frown on her face she sighed. It was a bit over the top for an Orphanage, like those you see in horror movies or on the news.

The preteen was rather normal in appearance. Dark jeans and a grey and black striped tunic top was all she had along with her boots. No coat, she hadn't felt the need for one seeing as she was in a car for most of the journey

It was this normal appearance that helped her blend in with society, probably the main reason why it was so hard to find her at all. Though with the white snow surrounding her she looked like a raccoon stuck in a snow storm, stripes and all. Minus the pink and green strips in her hair, unless it's a raccoon that took a bath in pink and green water.

Taking the suitcase from the woman she made her way up the stone stairs to a grey haired man with a receding hair line who was wearing a warm smile, even if it was only for show.

"Hello Roger. This is the girl I told you about on the phone Tripp MacLellan. Tripp this is Roger, the principle if you will of Wammy House." The woman told her. Tripp smiled at the man warmly, it would be smart to make a good first impression after all.

"Pleased to meet you." Tripp said, shaking his hand. It was rough from looking after children since his young adult years, and from aging, yet it was welcoming, despite the fact his fake smile was not as such.

"Hello Tripp and welcome to Wammy House. I hope you enjoy your time here." his voice was slow and considering, not surprising seeing as he needed to be careful with what he said around child geniuses. They tended to pick up on more than they let on and Roger would pay the price later, a price he tended to regret.

"I'm sure I will." she replied. With that the woman took her leave and Roger walked her into the huge church like building.

The long and tall halls of the Orphanage were truly awe worthy, an artist dream. Like something out of a Victoria Frances painting, yet the hall where deserted. She saw some older kids in the library- which exited her with its vast collection of books, at least she'd found a place to hide if friend making landed in the drain- and others hanging out in what looked like the lounge but that was pretty much it.

Tripp asked Roger about this.

"Everyone is in class right now. I see no point in putting you in for lessons today but if you wish you can sit in with the last lesson to see what it's like?" He asked stopping at door 223.

"I would like that." Tripp nodded. At least this way she could try and put names to faces before the first official day arrived.
"I'll get someone to take you to the class in two hours time. In the mean time this is your room. At the moment you don't have a roommate but you may gain one later on. I'll leave you here and again welcome to Wammy House." He smiled walking back the way he came. Tripp sighed and opened her door.

The room was basic, a bed, a desk, beside table and lamp, a computer and a dresser for clothes and junk. The computer was a bonus that Tripp was glad about. She found that she was a bit of a computer freak in the past couple of weeks. Tripp put down her suitcase on the bed and gave a half-hearted smile as she ran a hand through her coal black hair.

"Looks like this is home now."