The School for Good and the School for Evil continue as another season of students enters within their walls. The deans of the schools, Sophie of Gavaldon and Clarissa Dovey, hope that after Sophie's and Agatha's story tried to rip the schools apart...
Rose woke up as the sun rose still feeling tired and sore. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Putting his feet on the floor, something sparkling on the floor caught his attention. Rose scooped it up. It was an invitation to the Snow Ball.
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Rose groaned. He did not need another reminder of the event. Even after the false hope he had given himself of him asking a girl, after some thought he realized he still wouldn't be able to successfully find a girl; there were sixty-one boys that would be asking fifty-nine girls and Rose's chances finding a girl that wasn't already infatuated with one of the other boys was slim.
Rose let out a sigh as he tossed the glittering invitation off to the side and changed from his pajamas into his uniform. He then headed for breakfast.
He grabbed his food and was about to head for the end table where he sat by himself when a voice called, "Rose! Over here!"
Rose turned to see Cedric and Raven calling and beckoning him towards him. Rose eagerly joined them at their table sitting in between Raven and Cedric. As Rose began eating, Raven asked, "Where did you go last night? We didn't see you at dinner."
Swallowing, "Sword lessons with Professor Espada."
Richard scoffed, "You are taking sword play?" Raven and Cedric gave him an unamused look.
"Yes, I am. Professor Dovey's letting me." Richard chuckled, which earned him another glare from Cedric and Raven.
Richard continued, "So, what were you planning to do about the Snow Ball?"
The other boys gaped at Richard. Rose blushed, "I—I don't quite know yet. I was thinking maybe one of the girls might go with . . ."
"Haha, charming. You're going to classes with the girls. Why would they go with you?"
The bridge of Rose's nose turned an even brighter shade of red. "I know. I don't know what I'll do. Probably just fail, I guess. If I do well enough in the classes I hope the deans will let me stay, though."
Richard raised an eyebrow, "Hope? That is what damsels go off of. Princes forge their own path."
Rose's blush deepened. "Richard, don't worry him like that," Cedric interrupted, "Besides, he really is doing well in his classes. Perhaps the deans will reconsider. Rose is currently ranked seventh in the School for Good. If he keeps it up he'll be on track to graduate with high marks and eligible for his own story."
Richard scrunched up his face.
"Well, I suppose we should be off to classes, shouldn't we? We'll see you at lunch, Rose."
The boys hopped up and headed for their class on chivalry. Rose let out a sigh and headed off to Professor Anemone's taffy classroom.
To Rose's horror, everything involved the Snow Ball. In Professor Anemone's class they learned Ball entrances. With Pollux they practiced their Ball etiquette. In animal communications (with their substitute [the group leader of Forest Group 9] a water nymph) they learned Ball dancing (again). Even in Sophie's class, the dean of evil, she had them learning Ball history.
