IGNORING HIM || HORT HOOK/SCOURIE X OC fanfic

VI. Grand High Witch Ultimate pt.1

" Grand High Witch Ultimate!  "

"Why do we need to uglify?" Sophie peeked through her fingers at Professor Manley's bald, pimpled head and squash-colored skin, trying not to gag. Nevers sat at charred desks with rusty mirrors, cheerily bashing tadpoles to death in iron bowls. If she didn't know better, she'd think they were making a Sunday cake. Why am I still here? she fumed through serious tears. "Why do we need to be revolting and repugnant?" Manley jowled.

"Hester!" he called. "Because it makes us fearsome," Hester said, and swigged her tadpole juice, instantly springing a rash of red pox. "Wrong!" roared Manley. "Anadil!" "Because it makes little boys cry," Anadil said, sprouting her own red blisters. "Wrong! Celeste!" "Because you can show what you're truly are," she said, pimples and warts popping all around her face.

"Yes.. but wrong!" shouted Manley. "Dot!" "Because it's easier to get ready in the morning?" Dot asked, mixing her juice with chocolate. "Wrong and stupid!" Manley scorned. "Only once you give up the surface can you dig beneath it! Only once you relinquish vanity can you be yourself!" he shouted. Celeste scrunched up her in confusion. Sophie crawled behind desks, lunged for the door—the knob burnt her hand as she yelled.

"Only once you destroy who you think you are can you embrace who you truly are!" Manley said, glaring right at Sophie. "Uh, Professor? That's literally exactly what I just said—" "Now you just lost your first rank," he spat. Celeste groaned in stupidity, face-palming her forehead. Whimpering, Sophie crawled back to her desk, past villains exploding in shingles.

Smoky-green ranks popped out of thin air around her— "1" over Hester, "2" over Celeste, "3" over Anadil's, "4" over oily, brown-skinned Ravan, "5" over blond, pointy-eared Vex. Hort drank his draught excitedly, only to see a wee zit spurt from his chin. He smacked away a stink "19", but the tank smacked him right back. "Ugliness means you rely on intelligence," Manley leered, slinking towards Sophie.

"Ugliness means you trust your soul. Ugliness means freedom." He flung a bowl onto her desk. Sophie looked down into black tadpole juice. Some of it was still moving. "Actually, Professor, I believe my Beautification teacher will object to my participation in this assign—" "Three failing marks and you'll end up something way more uglier than me," Manley spat. Sophie looked up. "I really don't think that's possible." she smiled sarcastically.

Manley turned to the class. "Who would like to help our dear Sophie taste freedom?"

"Me!"
"ME ME ME!"

Sophie whipped around. Hort glared hard at Celeste who quickly got up from her desk and lean over Sophie. "Don't worry," Celeste whispered, "you'll look better this way and my way." Before Sophie could scream, she plunged her head into the bowl and shook her into it as laughter filled the room.

MEANWHILE WITH AGATHA...

Lying in a puddle on the banks of Good, Agatha replayed the scene from Evil. Her best friend had called her a boob, flying tackled her, stolen her clothes, left her to maniacal witches, and then asked for live advice. Agatha gagged. It's this place, she thought. In Gavaldon, Sophie would forget about classes and castles and arrogant boys. In Gavaldon, they could find a happy ending together. Not here. I just need us to get home.