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

Chapter 25: Hope in the Toilet

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Students of the School for Good and Evil thought magic meant spells. But Agatha and Y/n found something more powerful in love.

Everywhere they went they noticed slack-jawed stares and baffled whispers, as if Agatha had conjured magic deeper than students or teachers had ever seen. Agatha looked like a princess, and Y/n seemed happier than ever, like it had just happened at the flick of a wand.

Then one day, in her morning classes, Agatha saw she too had been bewitched. Because for the first time, she found herself looking forward to them. The other changes were just as sly. She noticed she didn't gag at the scent of her uniform anymore. She didn't dread washing her face now, or taking a moment to let Y/n brush her hair. She got so caught up in Ball dance rehearsals with Y/n that she jumped when the wolves howled to end class. And where she once mocked her Good homework, now she'd read assigned pages and keep reading, entranced by stories of heroines outwitting lethal witches, avenged their parents' death, and sacrificed their bodies, freedoms, and lives for true love.

Y/n too felt better than ever, and felt like she fit in better somehow. Like the love of Agatha had pressed everything into place for her. She was more excited than ever for her sorcery lessons, and just normal lessons. Before, she was almost dreading going back. But now, she had almost forgotten what back was even like. She couldn't imagine her fathers voice anymore. She couldn't imagine how the bookstore smelled anymore. She couldn't even remember how Gavaldon really looked.

Then it was only two days before the Ball. The Circus of Talents would take place next night, and Pollux came round to classrooms, head ferried on the shell of a gaunt turtle, to announce the rules.
"Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye! By order of the School Master of the School for Good Enlightenment and Enchantment and the School for Evil Edifi–"
"Just get on with it!" Professor Anemone yawned.

Pollux glumly explained that the Circus was a talent competition between Good and Evil, where the top 10 Evers and Nevers would each take the stage to present their talents. At the end of the contest, the winner would receive the Circus Crown and the Theater of Tales would magically move to his school.

"Of course, the Theater hasn't moved in ages," Pollux sniffed. "Firmly entrenched by now."
"But who's the judge?" Beatrix said.
"The School Master. Though you won't see him, of course," Pollux puffed. "Now as to attire, I suggest you wear clothes of humble, demure col–"
Professor Anemone kicked his head out the door. "Enough! Proposals coming tomorrow and the only thing you should be thinking about is your prince's face!"

As the teacher circled the room, Agatha watched girls accept proposals with eyes closed, nose scrunched in concentration, as Pollux moaned outside. Her stomach plunged. With her ranking she'd definitely make the Circus team! A talent show? She had no talents! Who would propose to her and Y/n once she humiliated herself in front of the whole school! And if nobody proposed to her and Y/n–

"Then you're a witch and you fail," Millicent reminded her when the only face Agatha saw was still Y/n. Agatha spent all class trying to maybe see another face, but she couldn't. She slogged back into the castle, walking hand in hand with Y/n, discouraged, and noticed a few students buzzing in the stair room. They sidled up to Kiko.
"What's going–" They took a breath. The angel-painted V on the wall was now defaced with violent streaks of red–

TONIGHT

"What does it mean?" Y/n said.
"That Sophie is going to attack us again," a voice answered.
Y/n and Agatha turned to Tedros in sleeveless blue shirt, sweaty and glowing from Swordplay. He suddenly looked self-conscientious.
"Uh, sorry... need a bath."
Y/n giggled. "You sure do, someone could probably smell that from a mile away." But then, suddenly she felt awkward and self concussion about what she said. Would he think she was weird or disgusting for saying that? She awkwardly turned her eyes to the wall and fidgeted with her fingers.