School for Good and Evil; Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Chapter 27- Margaret

Y/n's pov

I stood over a disheveled Margaret, who looked up at me with terror. Blood painted her hair and smooth forehead. Looking around at the contestants and knights that were strewn all over the field, I furrowed my brows and looked down at my wet hands. My nails were long, sharp, and my hands were covered in blood.

My eyes landed on Edmund, who was limping slightly to help some of the people up. He had scratches that looked like claw marks on his arm.
The headmistresses were holding me back. My ears were ringing.
No, it was their voices chanting along with a three-eyed witch. They suddenly stopped and let me go.

"What did I do?" Everyone winced, covering their ears. My voice came out as a shriek. The witch was the only one who didn't cover her ears. She replied, "You attacked that girl, completely blinded by rage.
Anyone who tried to stop you failed, of course." I nodded. Although, i was in shock, staring at the ground in fear of what I've done.

I decided to focus on other things.
"What's wrong with my voice?"
A longer shriek erupted from my throat. "That would be from your power, Lass." She handed me a vial full of a golden concoction.
"Drink up." I drank the vial; my ears, scalp, teeth and throat, nails, and eyes burned coldly.

I felt at my ears. They felt bigger and had web-like curves. One of my sharp nails cut the tip of it and I shrieked, "Ouch!" They slowly became smaller and returned to their original shape, along with my nails. Then, I used my tongue to carefully feel my teeth, all of which were sharp, but eventually returned to their original shape as well.

The tingling stopped. "Thank you."
I said, attempting to hide my frustration. Edmund walked towards me. The look in his eye will forever haunt me. "Y/n," His voice was firm, "I— I don't even know what to say to you right now."

It was so hard to breathe, but I managed to pull through as all eyes were piercing through me.
Most were fearful, but some were angry. "There's nothing for me to say." I replied, "My excuse isn't valuable enough, so I won't defend my actions." My heart was pounding, practically begging for forgiveness on my behalf.

Agatha and Sophie talked amongst themselves, before announcing,
"Y/n, you have been proclaimed as a villainess. You are expelled from this school. Pack your things, you'll be leaving in two days time." Biting back my argument, I left, rushing back to my dorm.

'If they wanted me to play the bad guy, they should've just asked!'
I cried, overwhelmed with rage and confusion as I threw my books—the only things that belonged to me—into my bag. I raided the wardrobes for anything I wanted and stuffed them into my bag. Then I moved over to the vanities and picked out some of the jewelry, mostly pearls and gold jewelry. My vision was darker than usual as I sifted through the drawers in a rage.

As I searched, my eye had caught onto a flamboyant necklace.
It was silver and had a cordiform locket as the pendant with a round amethyst crystal embedded in the center. It was enchanting and something about it stopped my tears as I stared at it in peculiarity.

I threw the other stolen jewelry into my bag and put on the necklace, hiding it beneath my shirt.
I swiftly closed up my bag and sat at my vanity. My eyes immediately connected with the mirror.
They were puffy and red, but the black veins around them frightened me.

'Just what did I look like before the witch gave me that vial? ...And what damage have I done that I might never undo?'

My thoughts pulsed through my head as I went into the powder room.
I splashed cold water over my eyes until they lacked their rosiness.
When suddenly, I heard the bedroom door open. It creaked slowly and distressingly loud. Taking a deep breath, I walked back into the bedroom.

Edmund sat on my bed, holding the book I was written in, with sorrow. That familiar red book that brandished me to my parents. His hair was messy and his arm was now bandaged. "Did you come here to yell at me?" I said, impetuously. He jumped shocked at my sudden arrival, although it was my room.

"No! I came to apologize. I found out that you couldn't control it from the witch, and I feel awful." He rushed towards me. "I'm so sorry."
I looked up at him and swallowed the lump in my throat. "Why do we always say that to one another? It's almost every other day, Ed."
I wrung out my hands nervously.

"I don't like fighting with you."
The sun began to set, making the room dim. I never liked having a lot of candles lit. He reached for my hands, but I moved away from his touch. "Y/n, I don't like fighting either, but at least we're communicating, right? That's all that matters."
He paused, reaching for my hands again. This time I let him grasp them.

"I love you, and I have faith in you.
I won't let you go and I definitely will not let a mere accident change my mind." I smiled at him. "I love you too. I'm sorry, for doubting you."
I hugged him. One of his hands rested on my back, and the other on the back of my head. When we pulled away his lips lowered to mine.

The kiss was heartfelt and gentle.
The passion of his love shone through as he held me closer. My hands rested on his chest, enjoying the moment while it lasted. His warm lips left mine and I spoke, "What should I do, Ed?" He looked towards the sunset for a moment, thinking deeply. "I think we should just wait. I'll leave with you when it's time."

I nodded, slowly accepting my fate. "Ed?" He hummed in response.
"Will we ever see these people again?" His eyes softened and he replied in a whisper, "I don't know, but I hope so."

•••

The next morning was filled with panic. I awoke to the sound of a feminine scream. I sat up swiftly. Marie was breathing heavily and Connie was rubbing her back, clearly concerned for the girl she loved.

"Another nightmare?" Viktor spoke up. Connie nodded solemnly while Viktor groaned in slight annoyance. "What was it about this time?"
Eden asked gently. "Henry, again.
This time he was— he was being... beaten to death by a pirate."
Marie stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

I bit my lip. I wanted to help, but I feared that they were still scared of me. Nonetheless, I decided to speak, "Marie, is there anything we can do to help?" She sniffled, wiping away at her red eyes that leaked relentlessly. "Could we keep the lamps on? And maybe...could someone read to me? Just to take my mind off everything." My heart tore in two.

'She's so sad nowadays. I miss when she was always happy and childish.' Everyone nodded and sat on her bed. Viktor decided to read for her, since he was known for cheering people up, with his humor.

As he was reading, I noticed Eden's face contort into a look of horror.
She shrieked, her hands trembled, and she grabbed onto my shoulders as tears slipped down her cheeks.
"M—Margaret." Her frantic eyes reached mine.

"What's wrong, Eden?" Connie asked, warily. "She's dead!" Eden shrieked loudly, piercing my ears. "What?"
My mind went blank. "She can see things." Viktor explained quietly.
"We have to tell Agatha and Sophie. Now!" Eden belt out. Connie moved out from under her sheets and ran for the door.

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