If you ever think you saw a shovel fly through the air — you probably did. It most likely came from behind the bakery, where Lavillia’s school quietly unfolds.
This school is beloved. Not for grades, or trophies, or rules — but because children wake up early, barefoot and beaming, just to run there.
The little ones squeal with delight, launching enchanted shovels to see how far they’ll fly. The older kids gather in sunny spots to share the personal discoveries they’ve made — about stars, about mushrooms, about themselves.
The teachers — mostly fairies, and one particularly wise badger — don’t lecture. They offer questions. They leave clues. They smile when thirty curious voices rush toward them all at once.
This is the kind of school where curiosity leads, play is sacred, and light-filled children grow into themselves, day by day, with joy.