The Tale of Two Angels (School for Good and Evil fanfic)

Chapter 13

Rose came to the Special Talents Room early, more because of Frost's worry than her own wariness.

He had apparently been quite the student in this class, and unsurprisingly, gained a few grudges. Grudges which he now feared would transfer to her. So Frost woke her an hour early, brought her some food from Good to spare her from the cold slop being served in Evil, and gave her a rose and some advice. Mostly don't anger these people and stay away from those people and don't trust anyone in there. Then he disappeared back into the other school.

As soon as she was sure there was nothing set in Frost's desk - now her desk - Rose sighed as she sat down. She plucked the rose tucked behind her ear (Rose holding a rose, she mused) and twirled it absentmindedly. She wasn't defenseless, at least. The flower - though not so long ago dead and dried out and flattened in a book - now bloomed healthily. She knew it was a climbing rose, one that once joined many others as they slowly creeped up a wall year after year until it was snipped and its thorns pruned off. She could feel it thrumming with life, quite willing to let her do with it as it pleased - let her make it grow long and thick as a whip, or have its thorns grow back sharp as claws, or place it back in her hair.

Rose wondered why Frost picked it for her to keep herself safe with if the desks here were made of wood, though they were rotting. But she only wondered for a moment on how it would simply take more effort to coax the long-still oak to life because soon, a most peculiar girl came swaying into the room.

The black-and-violet blur stepped side-to-side and spun, heading deeper into the classroom. As she came closer, the reason for her strange dance became clearer - she held a teacup in her hands, and the amber fluid within sloshed with every step. Some tea would spill from the momentum, only to be caught in another movement that would throw more out the cup, and that would be caught while spilling some, and on and on this went. It would have been much easier if the mystery girl just stopped and walked normally, but as she swept past Rose and sat in the desk behind her, Rose saw a smile. Like she was playing a game.

That shiny, slightly-concerningly large smile (could lips spread that wide without hurting, Rose wondered) stayed until the girl took a sip of her tea. She smacked her lips and sighed dreamily, "Just right."

Then with a sharp flick of her wrist, she threw the tea out the window.

Rose watched with wide eyes as the tea disappeared out the window. The girl sitting before her lifted her free hand's pointer finger up and swayed it like a conductor's baton. "One-two-three, one-two-three-, one-two-three-"

There was a splash far down below. Then, "A-mi-NAAAAAAA!"

She snickered, and though she did very much pity the poor bloke far below the window, Rose couldn't help the little giggle that escaped her at the sheer ridiculousness of what just transpired.

The girl - Amina, if the scream was right- turned her eyes to Rose. Her eyes were violet flecked with green (or was it greens flecked with violet?) swirling like a kaleidoscope as if arguing which should be the dominant color. She blinked and furrowed her brows as if only now noticing her. "Curious, the owner of that seat has not a look so simple or sweet. Also, I'm sure, that the student's a he, cold and stoic and unlikely to laugh at spilled tea."

Rose ran through the list of warnings. Frost hadn't mentioned this girl -at least she didn't think he did- so it wouldn't hurt to talk to her, right? "Y-you must mean my brother," Rose said, sounding just a bit nervous. "I'm going to be here in his place -in his classes, I mean, until the end of the week. Oh, a-and I'm Rose."