Example from Literature

Miss Cackle’s Academy for Witches stood at the top of a high mountain
surrounded by a pine forest. It looked more like a prison than a school,
with its gloomy grey walls and turrets. Sometimes you could see the
pupils on their broomsticks flitting like bats above the playground wall,
but usually the place was half hidden in mist, so that if you glanced up
at the mountain you would probably not notice the building was there
at all

—Jill Murphy, The Worst Witch