Wizard's Wish - (Kinda) Yandere SGE x reader

Chapter 19: The Roach, the Moth and the Fox

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"Suppose mine glows green or brown or something?" Sophie yawned, scratching her legs. Y/n had registered Sophie's pinkish color when Sophie unlocked her magic, but Sophie had certainly not noticed. Everything in Malice Common Room was made of burlap--the floors, the furniture, the curtains–like some barbarous itch chambers.
"I don't think you need to worry about not liking the color." Y/n said, her f/c wings flapping as she used her magic to flip pages of Sophie's books to quickly read through some pages.

"Just focus on an emotion!" bared the roach on Sophie's shoulder. "Like anger. Try anger."
Sophie closed her eyes. "Is it glowing?"
"No. What are you thinking about?" Y/n said.
"The food here."
"Real anger, you oaf! Magic comes from real feelings!" Agatha said.
"Y/n doesn't need to do that."
"Because she's a sorcerer, did you not listen to a word Yuba said?" yelled Agatha.

Sophie's face darkened and her fingertip flickered hot pink.
"That's it! You're doing it" Agatha hopped excitedly.
"What were you thinking about?" Y/n asked.
"How infuriating Agatha's voice is," Sophie said, opening her eyes. "Should I think about that every time?"

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For the next week, the Malice Common Room turned into a cockroach and moth's night school. The Mogrify spell only lasted 3 hours, so Agatha and Y/n worked like slaves, driving her to make her fingerglow stronger, to fog a room and flood a floor, to tell a Sleeping Willow from a Weeping Willow, and to even say a few words in giant. But it turned out that Y/n, while very talented at magic, was awful at evil magic. Agatha, however, seemed like a natural. Either way, Sophie's ranks immediately improved, but by the fourth day, the long nights had taken their toll.

"My skin looks gray," Sophie croaked.
"I know Sophie, but you really need to rank up." The moth in Sophie's hair said, a slight glow from her swan crest.
"You're still only ranked 68, so pay attention!" berated the roach on Sophie's book, swan crest glistening on abdomen. "The Woodswide Plague began when Rumpelstiltskin stamped so hard the ground cracked–"

"What made you change your mind? About helping me?"
"And from the ground, a million poisonous bugs crawled out and infested the Wood, sickening scores of Nevers and Evers," Agatha said, ignoring her. "They even had to close this school, since the bugs were highly contagious–"
Sophie flopped back on the couch. "How do you know all this?"

"Because while you stare in mirrors, I read Poisons and Plagues while Y/n read Spells for Suffering year 1."
Sophie sighed. "So they closed the school for bugs. Then what happ–"
"This is where you've been sneaking to?"

Sophie swiveled to Hester at the door in black pajamas, flanked by Anadil and Dot.
"Homework," Sophie yawned, holding up her book. "Need light."
"Since when do you care about homework?" said Hester, looking greasier than ever.
"Thought beauty was a 'full-time job,'" mimicked Anadil.

"Rooming with you is such inspiration," Sophie said, smiling. "Makes me want to be the best villain I can be."
Hester eyes her for a long moment. With a growl, she turned and led the others out.
Sophie exhaled, blowing Agatha off the couch.
"She's up to something," They heard Hester snarl.
"Or she's changed!" piped Dot, waddling behind. "Roach on her book and moth in her hair, and she didn't even notice!"

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By the sixth night of schooling, Sophie had risen to #55. But each new day, she looked like a zombie, skin sickly white, eyes glassy and bruised. Instead of a fancy new frock or hat, now she loped around with dirty hair and a wrinkled dress, trailing study notes all over the tower like bread crumbs.

"Maybe you should get some sleep," Tedros mumbled to her during Yuba's lesson on "Insect Cuisine."
"Too busy trying not to be the 'worst girl in school,'" Sophie said as she took notes.
"Insects are often available when meerworms are not," Yuba said, holding up a live cockroach.
"Good, because meerworms were awful," Y/n whispered to Hort, making the other boy laugh.