𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙍𝙖𝙩 || 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐 × 𝑭!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

011 | The Unlucky One

"Look at who you've always been; the answer to your special talent will be in plain sight."

The girl from Gavaldon had absolutely no idea what the dean could've meant with that hint, and what she had seen a second before didn't help to let her focus on the riddle itself either.

She wondered what she could take from the information she had gotten, and there were around three possibilities that would all make sense: Lady Lesso masturbates, likes women, or both are the case. Then again, if she did like women and had those nails for them, did that mean she had a secret lover?

To become the dean of the school for Evil one must be despicable, to say the least, and since Lady Lesso had gotten into that position, the girl doubted the woman loved someone; she wondered if she could even love in the first place since it was strictly forbidden.

Something inside of the student ached when she thought about the possibility of the woman not being able to love; life must be terrible if you didn't possess such a strong emotion. She doubted it greatly though; Lady Lesso had shown care for her students, specifically Y/N herself. If she didn't feel any form of love, she simply wouldn't have saved her. Y/N of Gavaldon wasn't the best student out there, and letting her kill herself by falling into a trap wouldn't have changed the possibility of Evil finally winning after two hundred years. Next to simply caring about her students, there wouldn't be a reason to get out of her own way to save someone, and in the girl's eyes, caring was similar to love.

Above all else, it was clear the redhead wanted to help the pathetic student find her special talent; otherwise, she wouldn't have given that hint in the end. looking at who they've always been? The only thing the girl could think of was unlucky, ugly, and pathetic. Something in her wondered and even wished that she could do something with those answers—to search in the depths of her mind to solve the stupid riddle she couldn't seem to understand.

Nothing really came to mind, except for all the times when things went wrong—everything went wrong in her life. Except for that time in class when she wished Dot would be as bad as Hort so that Lady Lesso wouldn't find her that impressive. In the end, she was far from impressed indeed.

The girl wondered if that was it—that her wishes would become the truth if she simply practised enough. All her wishes always went wrong, yet while practising her supposed subconscious in the other lessons, that may have changed; her wishes would slowly go the opposite way of what normally would be the case; maybe that was her special talent.

Of course, Y/N wanted to put that theory to the test and see if her bad wishes would eventually come true. She didn't really know how to check that, but something told her that going to the lunchroom early would help her, which is exactly what she did.

No one was in the lunchroom except some guards from both the evil school and the good one. She decided that while she was there, she could already eat and wish it would be all gone before the rest walked in. As always, vegetable soup was on the menu for the evil students, but the girl didn't mind; she liked the consistency in her diet.

It didn't take long for the rest of the students to walk in and get their meals; they were honestly getting in quicker than expected, much to the girl's dismay; she had only eaten a quarter of her meal, and she had at least expected to get half down.

"At least you decided to eat with a spoon now; it took you long enough to understand simple manners, rat." A familiar voice was heard behind her, making the girl sigh and throw her spoon back in the bowl. "Beatrix, I hope you can understand that I really don't feel like having a conversation with you right now, and I doubt you'd want to use your precious time on me, so just please leave and go eat your own dinner; you're honestly a bother. I never knew princesses were supposed to be stuck-up bitches.''

As expected, Beatrix was fuming at the awful words the girl had spoken. Y/N wanted to taunt the princess, make her mad with her own emotions, see what she'd be capable of, and see if she could prevent it the moment she decided to lash out.

It didn't take long for Beatrix to throw the leftover soup over the girl's head, cursing at her with the most unimaginable words possible. If it wasn't for the soup, it would've actually been quite amusing.

It wasn't a surprise that the whole lunchroom was looking at the scene in front of them; normally they'd ignore the situation since it wasn't that noisy, yet this was way worse than normal.

The girl from Gavaldon wasn't the best student out there; she wasn't breathtakingly beautiful, insanely intelligent, or smart, yet she was good at something—noticing things. And at that moment, she noticed the stuck-up princess looking a bit too often at the knife that sat next to the empty bowl of soup.

Y/N had gotten confident in her deduction once she thought she figured out the simple riddle the dean of Evil gave her, so it didn't take much for her to loudly wish for Beatrix to take the knife and cut her own face with it in her mind.

The student lit up when she saw the princess take the knife she had been looking at, yet that excitement was quickly thrown out of the window when Beatrix slashed the girl's cheek with it, spitting on her after she had fallen off of her chair, holding her bleeding cheek in her hand and looking up.

The girl didn't say anything for a few seconds, and the entire lunchroom gasped.

"I didn't know that good attacked and Evil defended." Y/N of Gavaldon whispered to the arrogant girl, who looked around, realising what she had done as she was led away by the guards, a furious Dovey walking behind her.

The girl stood up, patted her clothing down, and quickly walked away with her hand on her face out of the lunchroom, not noticing the dean of Evil looking at her with amusement plastered on her face.

Most people thought she had left out of embarrassment to be defeated by a student of Good; some thought she had left to clean her wound to prevent it from getting infected; yet none of these thoughts were true. In fact, the girl left because she felt an odd sensation between her legs the moment she got cut and didn't know how to process this new information.