
Limestone Pie should be dead. She should definitely be dead and buried under a pile of rocks. Instead, she's now walking on only two hooves, dealing with hands and most worryingly, in another dimension with no way home.
Given the option of studying at a prestigious magic school or disappearing, she wisely chooses the former, or so she thinks. Her new found dorm mates are insane, most the professors despise her and the lessons are about as interesting as well, farming rocks. And that's before you consider her new self-appointed older sister, stalker and pet.
Welcome, Limestone Pie, to Hogwarts.
(Plush made by Little Broy Peep. This is an act of fun fan fiction, NOTHING SERIOUS, thus excessive criticism will just see the comment deleted)