For five nights, Sophie, Agatha, Phoenix and the witches met in the Supper Hall for Book Club, debating possible schemes to get the Storian and wish themselves home. And yet none seemed without serious risk. Together they decided that come the 6th night, they’d pick a plan, for their time was running short.
At half past eight, Agatha and Dot swept down to the Supper Hall, frantically comparing spells, only to find Sophie, Hester, Phoenix and Anadil standing outside the door.
“We have a problem.” Hester stepped aside, revealing the sign pasted over their book club’s.
Play Auditions Tonight
“A Pageant History of
Female Accomplishment”
Note: If no one shows, there will be no play.
*Challenge exemptions for all those who do not show.
Professor Sheeks, Play Director
*Challenge exemptions are prohibited, per the Dean.
Pollux, Play Director’s Supervisor and Creative Consultant
“Can’t we move somewhere else?” Dot asked.
“It’s the only place butterflies don’t come,” worried Sophie. “We’ve already lost a week. We need a plan tonight.”
The girls fell quiet.
“Guess we’re all auditioning for A Pageant History of Female Accomplishment,” Agatha crabbed. Then she caught Sophie’s excited look and frowned. “You’re not getting a part.”
Ten minutes later, Sophie was cavorting in front of the curtain on a makeshift stage in the Supper Hall, delivering an inexplicable monologue in an inexplicable accent. “Hear me, Prrrrrince Humperdink! Do naht be fooled bah mah beauhty and charrrm. I ahm a simple woman. Simple in mahnd, simple in hearrrt—but do naht take thaht for simple in spirrrit.”
She looked down at Professor Sheeks and Pollux’s head, perched on the table, both blinking at her.
“I thought it was quite good,” Pollux wisped.
A hand yanked her behind the curtain.
“Was it too subtle?” Sophie said, eyeing the paltry line of girls waiting their turn.
“The only thing subtle is your chance to live,” Hester seethed. “We’re deciding on a plan and we’re deciding on a plan now. Everyone give their best idea.”
“I found a Spyder Sling Spell that sticks you to ceilings,” Anadil offered, leaning against the window. “You could hide in the vents for days.”
“And where do I bathe?” said Sophie. “Where do I eat?”
“You eat?” Anadil said, gaping.
“We could send my demon to steal the pen,” Hester mulled. “Surely he’ll get past the shield.”
“And if he gets caught? Your demon dies and so do you,” Sophie returned. “And now that I think about it, it’s a lovely idea.”
“No!” Phoenix snapped, then sighed. “I have allies over that side, I’ve been sending baskets of food over for friends all year—”
“Blech, imagine loving a Never that much.” Anadil batted her pale eyelids.
“The point is that I could transform into a phoenix and hide over there.” Phoenix said. “Mogrif shields don’t apply to me.”
“That’d put the Neverboys who hide you in danger too.” Agatha pointed out and Phoenix slumped. She’d hate that.
“What if I turn you into vegetables?” Dot offered. “Boys don’t eat vegetables.”
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Fire Princess
FanfictionYears ago, once her fairytale had ended, Rapunzel married a prince who's entire family possessed the powers of phoenixes. That same power was passed onto her children. This is the story of her daughter, Phoenix of Firebirch, who attends the School f...
