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

Chapter 36: The Other School

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As she, Agatha and Sophie sprinted behind Professor Dovey into the mirrored corridor, Y/n tried to find her breath. Professor Dovey was a famous fairy godmother, who had always looked out for her and helped her learn sorcery. She had to give them answers.
"Who are those red hoods?" Agatha asked.
"How did the School Master survive?" said Sophie.
"Why are the Nevers on his side?" Y/n said.
"Quiet!" Professor Dovey snapped, erasing their footsteps with her magic wand. "We don't have much time!"
"You don't seem surprised to see us," Y/n whispered, but her mentor didn't respond as she rushed them into Good's deserted foyer, magically bolting doors behind them.

Over a year ago, Sophie had eviscerated in the hall in her witches revenge on Agatha and Tedros, in her quest for Y/n's love, blasting its stained glass windows, spiral staircases, and marble floors to shards. But now the three friends drew breaths at its redone facade. Where there used to be two pink staircases and two blue, all four stairwells were now the same royal blue as the castle. Lit by high stained glass windows, the staircases spiraled up to the dormitory towers, names tattooed on richly decorated balusters: HONOR, VALOR, PURITY, and CHARITY. Agatha had loathed the prissy princess pink of Purity and Charity towers, but seeing them turned the same color as the prince towers gave her an unsettled feeling.

Y/n nudged her, and Agatha turned to see her peering curiously at the Legends Obelisk in the center of the foyer, which also caught Sophie's attention. I was a soaring crystal column blanketed with portraits of past students, next to a storybook illustration of what these teenagers became upon graduation. But looking up at the gold-framed Evers on top who became princesses and queens, silver framed ones became helpers and sidekicks, and the bottom-row were those who became animals and servants and other normal day workers, the three girls noticed something strange...

"Where are the boys?" Sophie said, for all their portraits had been removed. Y/n swung her head to the Honor staircase: the frieze of knights and kings had been replaced with a frieze of sword-brandishing, chain-mailed princesses. Agatha swiveled to the Valor staircase, once decorated with burly hunters and their trust hounds-- now huntresses in houndskins and decidedly female dogs. The three girls twirled to the lettered murals across the walls that once spelled E-V-E-R... and now spelled G-I-R-L.
"It is a School for Girls!" Y/n exclaimed.
"What happened to Good?" Agatha asked, thunderstruck.
"We can't fight the School Master without the boys!" cried Sophie.
"Shhhh!" Professor Dovey hisses, rushing them up the Valor staircase. "No one must know you're here!"

As the girls chased her elegant silver-haired bun through Valor's princely blue arches and murals, they gawked at the once virile versions of princes destroying demons and saving helpless princesses, now flaunting different endings: Snow White smashing out of her glass coffin with her fists, Red Riding Hood slitting the wolf's throat, Sleeping Beauty setting her spindle on fire... The red-blooded princes, hunters, men who rescued them, who saved their lives, gone.
"It's like Everboys never existed!" Whispered Agatha.
"Maybe the School Master killed them all!" Whispered Sophie.
"Then why didn't he kill the girls?" Whispered Y/n.

She suddenly heard soft tinkling and twirled to see three glowing butterflies peeking from behind the wall. They caught her looking and with a high-pitched meep! ducked and disappeared.
"What is it?" Agatha asked, glancing back.
"Hurry!" Professor Dovey scolded, and the three girls scampered to follow, stooping past the Laundry, where two seven-foot, floating nymphs scrubbed sudsy blue bodices, through the Supper Hall, where enchanted pots stewed saffron rice and lentil soup, and past the Valor Common Room to the rear stairwell. Exhausted and aching from their adventure in the woods, Sophie, Agatha, and Y/n tried to keep up, but Professor Dovey was sprier than she looked.