20 years after The Last Ever After (SGE)

Chapter 28: Sweeping Cape Queen

Sophie sat, one hand sprawled over an arm of a chair as she got a manicure, she was propped on the back of her salon chair, golden hair in pink rollers, a pink fur, feather robe draped over her pampered body, a turquoise face mask laid across her gorgeous face, her other hand held an essay, she had a magical pen scribble down her every thought on the essay to the side while on her sprawled hand, a nail polish wand put a glossy black polish on her fingers. A girl needs a good balance.
"Do children not know how to write!?" Sophie marveled, the grading pen scratched a mark on the side, circling a comma.
"They clearly don't if THIS is what they hand in to their teachers!" She rolled her eyes and brought the empty hand to her face, observing the drying manicure, she brought it to the nail wand. "Add some glitter?" She asked with raised perfectly plucked eyebrows. A jar a glitter flew across the salon and sprinkled itself on her wet nails.
"I don't know Professor Sophie." The evil student stuttered as her peers paper inked itself with red. Sophie loved to come to the salon full of students and talk to them about their grades and their friends grades. Today she was with a first year student, Besh.
"Thats too bad.." sophie muttered as the newly glittered nails sparkled.
"Great job.." She responded to the floating bottle of glitter, which could not hear her.

"Is it true Vanessa is Tedros' daughter?" Besh interrupted Sophies trance on her nails causing Sophie to whip up to the student, eyebrows shooting upwards, hair curlers askew.
"Who told you that?!?" She hissed, her eyes squinting, hair rollers on the edge of rolling off her scalp. Besh tightened, staying on the edge of her salon chair.
"You better tell me.." Sophie slid off the chair, the long flowy robe following, feathers flapping. A few of the rollers fell out of her hair leaving chunks in blond waves and sticking to her face mask. Besh backed up on the chair.
"Please don't hurt me." She whimpered, putting her hand down on the leather. She crouched off.
"TELL ME." Sophie shouted in the empty black glass and tile salon, echoing around the room. Besh slipped backwards falling on the black tile.
"A-andrew from good school was told by Callis.. it's been going around!" Besh squeaked out, rolling off her chair and away, Sophie shook her head and let out a scream. She turned towards the door, the last of the curler's rolling off her head and hitting the tile with a shriek to match the dean's, her Rove's feathers scraping against Besh causing a mess of screams and shaking. "We need to work on you Besh." Sophie cringed, spinning back to Besh on the heel of her velvet kitten heels. Besh shook her head violently, only worsening Sophie.
"No evil student would be scared of feathers" She hissed, to Besh Sophie might as well have been transformed into a snake.
She stopped nodding, Sophie bent down, leaned closer, her breath smelled of rancid perfume and..copper? Blood. Blood and roses. She scooted, only to run into the glass cabinet, cracks shot up the front from the small impact, cracking cackled through the salon.
Sophie spun a finger nail, tip glowing a bright pink the glass froze above Besh's head.
"You come with me, see true beauty or you... receive this" Her finger waved, the glass spun in the air, Sophie cocked her head. Besh's breath raced. She gave a small nod.
"Good girl" Sophie stood, the glass spun together with pink light before falling together in a statue of herself, Sophie brought the statue to the ground. Besh shook, stood and stared, curlers, a bottle of dumped nail polish, a red quill and dozens of papers littered the ground. Sophie looked at Besh, grabbed her chin in her nails and stared down into Besh's muddy brown eyes. With one frown Besh fell to the ground with a fit of shaking before passing out, no memory of the scene that had just occurred, or anything for that matter.
Lightning struck, a storm stirred both in Sophie and the schools.

Callis blinked from the other building, sitting in the library she had just received first class viewing of the pink blasts of light and destroyed salon.
"Callie?" Andrew walked over to the couch at which Callis sat, and took her hand.
She turned, "Something's not good."
Andrew turned, looking to the only part of the evil tower that was lit in the darkened light of night, rain hitting the window. "It never rains" he muttered, pulling Callis in a hug.
"It'll be okay" he whispered in her ear, stare on the tower, watching as a pink cloaked witch left the building and walked across the walkway.
"It'll be okay" he repeated, pulling her closer.