IF Frank Herbert had made a magical school :
In the nebulous folds of the arcane realms, concealed from prying eyes and mortals' fleeting glances, emerges the clandestine citadel of sorcery known only as the Occultum Sanctum. Like a desert fortress veiled by shifting sands, this mystical academy rises from the very fabric of reality, defying comprehension and ensnaring curious minds. Within its labyrinthine corridors, a network of ancient knowledge intertwines with the currents of time, while whispers of forgotten incantations echo like elusive whispers in the wind. In the heart of the Sanctum lies the Great Chamber of Prophecy, where the visions of seers unravel the threads of fate, weaving destinies as intricate as the web of interstellar constellations. Each student who crosses its threshold becomes a seeker of esoteric wisdom, venturing through the veils of the cosmos to unlock the secrets of the Universe itself. For here, in this enigmatic stronghold of mystic sagacity, the mysteries of creation and the enigma of existence become a single entity, an all-encompassing enigma, waiting to be deciphered by those who dare to traverse the unknown.
I think I'd prefer Jane Austen's however
Amidst the picturesque countryside, where verdant meadows stretch far and wide, nestled quietly in the bosom of quaint hills, lies the distinguished Manorwood Academy for the Arcane Arts. A haven of genteel enchantment and refined sorcery, where young ladies and gentlemen of the magical persuasion are nurtured with grace and discretion. Within its hallowed halls, rituals and incantations are cultivated with a delicate hand, and wands wielded with poise and decorum. The beaux and belles of Manorwood engage in polite discourse over the subtleties of spellcasting and the intricacies of potion-making, while the faculty, adorned in their academic regalia, impart knowledge with the utmost civility and charm. Amid the tapestries and ancient tomes, the art of dancing, both in ballrooms and in bewitching circles, is mastered to perfection. For in this paragon of mystical education, the cadence of spells and the elegance of magic blend seamlessly, fostering not just proficiency but an air of grace and refinement that befits any true practitioner of the mystic arts.
Let's do 5th edition d&d?
I guess
In the sprawling realm of mystic wonder, beyond the veil of reality, stands the illustrious Sanctum of Arcane Lore, a renowned institution for aspiring spellcasters in the 5th edition D&D universe. This ancient school of witchcraft and wizards, guarded by elemental wards and bound by ancient runes, welcomes novices from all corners of the multiverse. Within its enchanted walls, scholars delve into the arcane arts, mastering the complexities of spellcasting and honing their skills in the schools of evocation, abjuration, and enchantment, among others. The Sanctum's library, brimming with grimoires and spellbooks of ages past, beckons eager minds seeking arcane knowledge. Students form adventuring parties, venturing into treacherous dungeons and facing formidable creatures to apply their learnings in practical encounters. From transmutation laboratories to the astral observatory, the Sanctum offers an array of facilities to nurture the potential of every budding wizard or witch. As the celestial clock in the central tower ticks away, echoing through the spires, the Sanctum of Arcane Lore stands as a beacon of magical enlightenment and adventure, shaping the destinies of those who dare to embrace the arcane path.
You can't really go "SEE! it's copying it" when saying "5th edition d&d" is too general imo. That's why I was asking for one of your favorite writers
hey look Shakespeare had a magical school too:
In fair enchantment's realm, where mystical sprites and wondrous beings roam, doth standeth The Academy of Mystic Arts, a veritable sanctuary for wielders of the arcane and magicians of every ilk. Within yon ancient halls, where time itself doth seemeth to bend, aspiring warlocks and witches art beguiled in the artes of conjuration, charm, and sorcery. The wise and venerable masters, clad in robes of wisdom and with beards as white as the winter snow, impart their knowledge with the eloquence of prose and the grandeur of the bard's finest verse. In the libraries vast, where volumes of ancient tomes doth pile, students pore o'er spells of old and incantations arcane, quenching their thirst for magical prowess. With moonlit rituals and mystic dances, the Academy becomes a stage, where incantations art a play and enchantments unfold like sonnets sweet. As dawn breaks on this mystical haven, hearts and minds art forever bewitched by the enchanting cadence of The Academy of Mystic Arts.