News of Sophie’s failed love spell swept across both schools, and by midmorning everyone waited with bated breath to get a glimpse of her scarlet F. But when Sophie skipped all her morning classes, it was clear she was too ashamed to show her face.
“You should have heard the things Tedros called her,” Beatrix said to Evergirls at lunch.
Sitting at a table in the shade, Shira tuned her out and looked over at Tedros and the Everboys playing rugby, silver swans glimmering on blue knit sweaters. Across the Clearing, Nevers shunned group activities and sat mostly by themselves.
“Now, Shira, it’s her fault,” Beatrix said loudly. “The poor girl thinks she’s one of us. We shouldn’t feel sorry for someone so awf—”
Her eyes bulged. Shira saw why.
Sophie sashayed into the Clearing, dumpy black sack refashioned into a strapless bodice dress, F shimmering over her chest with devil-red sequins. She’d cut her blond hair even shorter and slicked it down in a shiny bob.
Her face was painted geisha white, her eyelids pink, her lips vermilion, and her glass shoes had not only been repaired but heeled even taller, which together with the extremely short dress, showed off long, creamy legs.
From the shadows she swanned into the sun, and light exploded off her glitter-dusted skin, bathing her in heavenly glow. Sophie strutted past Hester, who dropped her book, past Everboys, who dropped their ball, and gilded right up to Hort.
“Let’s do lunch,” she said, sweeping him away like a hostage.
Across the field, Tedros glared at her as she went, wondering what she was up to now.
During Surviving Fairy Tales, Sophie ignored Yuba’s lecture on “Leaving Useful Trails” and spent the entire class cozying up to Hort and filling her Never pail with roots and herbs from the Blue Forest.
“What are you doing,” said Dot.
“Can you believe it, Dot? They have beetroot, willow bark, lemonwood and everything else I need to make my old potions and creams! Soon I’ll be back to my real self!”
“This wasn’t the ‘real Sophie’ I had in mind.”
“Excuse me? I’m just following your advice. Flaunt my assets, which are many, as you can see. Speak through actions—have I said a word to Tedros? No. Haven’t. And lest we forget, parade competing suitors. Do you know what it takes to survive lunch with Hort? To nuzzle that rodent every time I hope Tedros is looking? Eucalyptus, Dot. I numb my nose with eucalyptus. But in the end, you were right.”
“Listen, you misun— I was?”
“You reminded me what’s important.” Sophie nodded to the Everboys ogling her across the thicket but still not Tedros. “It doesn’t matter if you’re a Never, Ever, or whatever. In the end, the fairest of them all wins.” She glossed her lips and gave them a smack.
“You’ll see. He’ll ask me to the Ball before the week’s up and dump that nobody. So no more negativity, darling, it gives me a headache. Now, where’s that worthless Hort? I told him to stay by me at all times!” She swept away, leaving Dot speechless. Not noticing the topaz eyes watching them.
In the School for Evil, Nevers sulked through supper, knowing they had a full night of studying ahead. With spell casting set to begin, the teachers’ tests were based less on talent now and more in tedious recall. For the next day alone, they had to memorize eighty murder schemes for Lady Lesso’s first challenge, Giant commands for Henchmen, and the Flowerground Map for Sader’s geography exam.
“How will he correct them?” Hester groused. “He can’t even see!”
At curfew, Hester, Dot, and Anadil trudged back from the common room, piled high with books, only to find their room turned into a laboratory.
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School for Good and Evil - OC (WINX CLUB)
FanfictionShira is the older twin sister to Aisha and the heir to the throne. Shira is the fairy of song. Her voice can effect the people around her, the water, nature, and the weather. Shira is suddenly taken from Alfea to go to the School of Good and Evil...
