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

Chapter 49: Time Running Out pt 1

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The boys in line for breakfast gave Filip a wide berth when he shoved by, covered in dust and ash, eyes bloodshot and bruised, smelling like a barn in summer. 

As enchanted pots in Evil's Supper Hall slopped scrambled eggs and a mountain of bacon into her rusty pail. Y/n almost felt like crying, but bit it through and held in tears. She had hoped she would be home by now. Hoped she would be by Agatha by now. And yet here she was, with her hormonal rages and tired mood, only giving her happiness at the moment was the food. 

Last night, Manley had been waiting for her when she climbed in for Storian duty. "Already searched a thousand times," he scoffed. "Castor think we need young eyes." 

Y/n grimaced at the plundered mess once he left, a heap of broken bricks, fallen fairy tales, dust and soot-- but still hand hope'd she'd succeed where they failed. She spent the entire night scouring the School Master's chamber, tearing up loose bricks, muscling behind bookshelves, shaking our fairy tale after fairy tale, while her storybook seemed to leer at her from atop the stone table. In the end, when Castor appeared at first light, she faced him empty-handed, like the rest. 

"A useless prince. What a surprise," the dog snapped, kicking at a few loose silver bricks with his paws. "Pen has to be in this room, or the tower wouldn't still be here." He looked out the window at the glass castle across the bay. "Pollux would have loved a good game of hide-and-seek. Two heads better than one for this kind of thing." His big black eyes seemed to mist up... 

"Let me keep looking, please," said Y/n quickly, shaking out The Ugly Duckling-- 

"You had your chance, Filip," Castor growled, shoving her towards the window. Y/n nodded and slumped onto the hold-haired rope, knowing she'd failed her mission. 

"Tell Tedros he better pray we find it," Castor said behind her. "Storian falls into the Dean's hands and all of us are doomed."

Y/n quietly sipped down the sunlit hair. 

Now she dumped herself at a small round iron table, sore from crouching and digging, and wolfed down fistfuls of eggs and bacon, no longer in control of either her hands or her manners. Had Tedros lied to Manley and hidden the pen to keep it from her? Or was he telling the truth-- that someone else had found and hidden it? In which case, who? And where? 

"Storian ain't your problem, mate," Chaddick said, plopping down at the table, his eggs doused in chili sauce. "Teachers tried for a week. Just using boys as slave labor now." 

"Why did you think the new princes helped you cheat too?" chimed Nicholas, chomping crispy bacon as he sat down. "No one wants Storian duty."

"Worth it though to see Aric's scowl when you won first day," Ravan smirked. "Or well, he didn't at first. Not sure what look he had now, but I think he likes you. So luckily when he's on your team for the Trail he won't betray you. He's already planning on killing girls instead of letting them surrender."

Y/n stiffened, seeing Aric at the head of the table, smirking at her. Two days until the trial. She had to get the Storian tonight, or both Sophie and Agatha would surely be dead. 

"Bet Tedros didn't expect a tag team yesterday," Vex said to her, pointy ears wagging. "All of us makin' sure you beat the stuffin' out of him."

"Well, I didn't really like when you did it yesterday," Y/n scoffed. "And I certainly don't want it today. I want to prove myself on my own." 

The boys at her table looked at her, giving her respectful nods. 

"That's good," Chaddick said, patting her on the back. "Won't want you to be in the Trial if you don't deserve it. Slavery on the line and all."