The Lady's Secret (School for Good and Evil)

Her own kind of Evil

Sophie roamed the Camelot guest room, trying to figure out how their Ever After had gone so wrong. Why did she try to be good? Rafal may be horrible, but he did place her in the Evil school for a reason. She was a witch.

A witch who ruined her best friend's happily ever after.

She frowned.

But then, Sophie realized, there were other ways to be a witch. Before, she may have thought you couldn't fight Evil with Evil. But now she knew. She could fight evil with evil.

Her own kind of Evil.

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Once they were back to the Castle, Agatha and the witches went their separate ways. Dot headed to the kitchen to eat lunch, murmuring something about a boy, while Hester and Anadil trailed behind her. The tattooed witch may have been the leader of their quest team, but when it came to food, Dot was surely in command.

Agatha watched them open the large double doors leading to the great hall, Dot asking for a very intricate order of spaghetti and meatballs with parmesan cheese, and multiple sauces on the side, while the other witches just asked for the castle's finest gruel.

Agatha's stomach rumbled, she loved spaghetti and Dot's order sounded like heaven to her, but she had more important things to do than sit around and eat spaghetti with her friends.

She had to confront Sophie.

Her heart wrenched. The queen had been sure her best friend was good. Sophie hated Japeth, so why would she try to bring him back?

She thought she might have it wrong, her heart racing.

Then it hardened to steel. No, she couldn't have it wrong. Her best friend had turned on her and Agatha was just rejecting the thought. She was trying to defend Sophie, again.

Well, she thought. I'm not defending her anymore. She's lied to me too many times.

She watched as the door closed after the witches slinked inside, then she started up the stairs. Agatha got to the guest room and waited outside the thick wooden door. She could hear Sophie singing inside, some awful song about a princess in pink.

She was really playing this up, Agatha thought. If she had brought the Snake back, Sophie was trying to act as good as she could, so she wasn't considered a suspect. More dread set in as she realized, if Sophie was trying not to be suspicious, she must be really far into the lie.

Slowly, Agatha brought her hand up to the door, and tapped on it loud and clear.

The singing immediately ceased and quick footsteps echoed across the floor. Sophie opened the door in an elegant pink gown, and even though Agatha was upset, she had to admit, it was stunning. Sophie stepped to the side and let her best friend enter the room.

Agatha's heart was racing.

Was she really just about to ask her best friend if she had brought back their mortal enemy? Agatha asked herself. Yes, yes she was.

Sophie sat down on the end of her bed, nodding to Agatha to sit beside her.

The queen decided to stand.

Sophie frowned when her friend didn't take a seat, so she stood up too.

Now the two girls were facing each other, both standing quite awkwardly in the corner.

Agatha broke the silence first. "I know what you did."

Sophie looked at her in astonishment, then confusion as if she wasn't going to confess to anything, even the truth. Especially the truth.