Tones of Grey (Lady Lesso x OC)

Red stains

A/N: Heyyy! So... I've been sick for a week, and it has me writing a lot, so here is another chapter! Thank the virus I caught at work for it. Ofc feel free to comment and even suggest things, I'll add them if I see I can fit them into the plot ;)

Sofía's POV:

It was absolutely hilarious to see how Kyla reacted when I remembered her she still had to shave her head. I had let the topic go the day before because it was late and wanted to go to sleep, but I certainly hadn't forgotten about it.

"I'm not going to do that," she refused, defiant. Even the Good Professors looked at her disappointedly.

"A bet is a bet. You can't take it back," replied Sheeba from her side of the table.

"I'm sure you weren't going to quit your job and stop your classes at our School anyways. Clarissa wouldn't have let you do it."

"I don't care what Rissa would've wanted, I would have done it either way. Because I keep the promises I make."

"You have to do it." added Anemone and Dovey nodded in agreement.

"Are you really all on her side? Don't you see how wrong this is?" Kyla's voice rose in frustration.

"The only thing that I see that is wrong is not fulfilling your part of the deal." Dovey replied, her tone firm. "No one forced you to accept the challenge, so you should own up to it. Is that what you want the students to learn? That their actions don't have consequences?"

"Well, they almost never do, if they are Evers!" Kyla shot back.

"Gotcha." I said. "And that difference is one of the things that is making Good weak. I'm not saying put them in the Doom Room, but at least do something about it. You have been winning out of luck, not talent. And you are soon to run out of it, because it's only getting worse."

"She has a point."Dovey conceded. "And I've been trying to enforce some punishments for those actions ever since I assumed as the Dean of Good over a decade ago. But it doesn't seam to work because not all of you are enforcing them. Like you Kyla. I've told you that a million times, and yet nothing. So perhaps this will be an opportunity for you to learn that."

"You can't be serious, Dovey," Kyla's voice was almost a whisper, disbelief etched on her face.

"I sure am. We'll do it before lunch. Now everyone can go back to their own business," she said, effectively ending the discussion.

I looked at her surprised for a few seconds, before turning at Lesso, her gaze already on me. I'm pretty sure we were both thinking the same: we liked her more when she was enforcing respect over herself.

It wasn't long until breakfast was over and we headed to class. Everything seemed to go smoothly. Anemone tried to teach us something new. She flounced in wearing a bejeweled red turban and scarf that matched her dress, caked caramel makeup, swarthy kohl around her eyes, Gypsy hoop earrings, and jangling tambourine bracelets.

"Umm . . . Professor Anemone?" Kiko gawked, her eyes wide with surprise.

"I am Scherezade," Professor Anemone boomed in a ridiculous accent. "Sultaness of the Seven Seas. Behold my dusky desert beauty." She whipped off her scarf and did a terrible belly dance. "See how I seduce you with my hips!" She veiled her face and blinked like an owl. "See how I tempt you with my eyes!" She shook her bosom and beat her bangles noisily. "See how I become Midnight's Temptress!"

"More like smoked kebab," Agatha murmured. Kiko giggled. Professor Anemone's smile vanished, as did the accent.

"Here I thought I'd teach you to survive 1001 Arabian Nights—dune ready makeup, hegira fashions, even a proper Dance of the Seven Veils—but perhaps I should start with something less amusing." She tightened her turban with an exasperated sigh.