Opposite Hearts || Yn x Mattheo Riddle

Chapter 4

Agatha's pov:
I knew I was in the wrong place because even the faculty gave me confused looks.

Together they lined the four spiral staircases of the cavernous glads foyer, two of them pink, two blue, showering confetti upon the new students. The female professors wore different-coloured versions of the same slim, high-necked dress, with a glittering silver swan crest over the heart. Each had added a personal touch to the dress, whether inlaid crystals, beaded flowers, or even a tulle bow.

The male professors, meanwhile, all wore bright slim suits in a rainbow of hues, paired with matching vests, narrow ties, and colorful kerchiefs ticked into pockets embroided with the same silver swan.

I noticed immediately they were all more attractive than any adults she had ever seen. Even the older faculty was elegant to the point of intimidation.

I had ways tried to convince myself beauty was pointless because it was temporary. Here was proof it lasted forever.

The teachers tried to disguise their nudges and whispers upon seeing the dripping-wet, misplaced student, but I was used to catching these things.

Then I noticed one who wasn't like the rest. Haloed against a stained glass window with a shamrock green suit, silver hair, and shiny hazel eyes, he beamed diwn at me as if I completely belonged.

I reddened. Anyone who thought I belonged here was a loom. Turning away, I took comfort in the glowering girls around her, who clearly hadn't forgiven her for the incident in the hall.

"Where are all the boys?" I heard one ask another, as the girls filed in, in front of the three enormous, floating nymphs with neon hair and lips, who handed out their schedules, books, and robes.

I waited with bated breath, until I finally reached a pink-haired nymph.
"There's been a mix-up!" I panted, dripping water and sweat. "It's my friend Sophie who's supposed to be here."

The nymph smiled.
"I tried to stop her from coming," I said, my voice quickening with hope, "but I confused the bird and now I'm here and she's on the other towerbut she's pretty and likes pink and I'm...well, look at me. I know you need students but Sophie's my best friend and if she stays then I have to stay and we can't stay, so please help me find her so we can go home."

The nymph handed me a piece of parchment (my timetable).
I stared at it, stupefied. "But-"
A green-haired nymph thrust me a basket of books, some peaking out:

The Privilege if Beauty
Winning Your Prince
The Recipe Book for Good Looks
Princess with a Purpose
Animal Speech 1: Barks, Neighs, & Chirps

Then a blue-haired nymph held up my uniform: an appallingly shirt pink pinafore, sleeves poofed with carnations, worn over a white lace blouse that seemed to be missing three buttons.

Stunned, I looked around at future princesses around me, tightening their pink dresses. I looked at books that told me beauty was a privilege, that I could win a chiseled prince, that I could talk to birds. I looked at a schedule menat for someone beautiful, graceful, and kind. Then I looked up at a handsome teacher, still smiling at me, as if expecting the greatest things from me, Agatha of Gavaldon.