That should teach me to spread opinions around like gospel.
But on my gosh, you guys, identity crisises, and university-age protags, and trains and castles on hillsides and castles in the AIR and awesome robes and a dragon or something and statues and art and food and underwater passages, and secret cross-faculty friendships and romances and abandonment and friendship and this magic system is setting my head on fire.
It’s basically a cross between a Harry Potter fanfic, a Diana Wynne Jones fanfic, a Percy Jackson Fanfic and fanfic of my own nine-year-old self. So I guess the things that never changes are the entire unsell-ability of my ideas, and their UTTER AWESOMENESS.
ETA: Dude, and SPIES, you guys. SPIES.
ETA2: The story just acquired Oxford and a body count among the main characters.