Purely Wicked (discontinued)

Chapter 04|| The Three Witches of Room 66

Agatha wasn't sure where she was supposed to go until she walked up the steps and through into Malice Hall. Students whispered in almost fear as Agatha past dorm numbers, Rooms 63, 64, 65 until she arrived at the door of Room 66 and twisted the doorknob.

"I told you we'd get her." said a sour voice.

Glaring at the girl, Agatha studied her. A tall girl with greasy black hair streaked red, black lipstick, a ring in her nose and a spookily cool tattoo of a buck-horned, red-skilled demon around her neck. The girl glared at Agatha.

"Certainly looks like a Never."

"Agreed."

Agatha swung her head to an albino girl with deathly white hair, white skin, and hooded red eyes, feeding stew from a cauldron to three black rats.

"Well, I think we should welcome her." Agatha turned to a smiley brown haired girl on the bed, round as a hot air balloon, chocolate ice pop in each stumpy fist. "Besides, it's customary."

Agatha wasn't in the mood for conversation with these girls so she trudged over to the remaining bed which luckily was by the window. Throwing her suitcase on her bed and unzipping it, she could feel stares piercing into the back of her head.

Looking up with an eye roll, Agatha addressed the tension.

"What, this bed certainly isn't taken, so if you don't mind I'm going to unpack and leave your sorrowful bodies to carry on with your miserable day."

Agatha began by setting her favourite storybook on the floor beneath her bed and laying out her different robes. When the girls weren't looking she released Reaper from his built in compartment and he chased after a spider underneath the musty curtain by the window.

Agatha smiled briefly at her beloved cat before finishing her unpacking and yet again addressing the girls, who were still albeit staring at her.

"Look. My name is Agatha and I'm from Gavaldon. What, pray tell, might your names be?" Agatha drawled.

"My name's Dot," snarfed the round girl, mouth full. "This is Hester," she said, pointing to the tattooed girl. I gave her a nod of respect which she returned briefly. "And this ray of sunshine," she said, pointing at the albino, "is Anadil." Anadil spat on the floor.

"Welcome to Room 66." said Dot, and with a swish of her hand swept the ashes off her bed.

"So where in the Woods do you come from?" Hester called out menacingly.

Agatha gave her a confused look.
"I don't come from the woods."

She heard a throat clear and turned.

"What do you mean you 'don't' come from the woods?" Anadil hissed.

Agatha was in no state to answer dumb questions.

"I come from Gavaldon."

"Is that near the Murmuring Mountains?" asked Dot.

"Near Rainbow Gale, I bet." said Anadil.

"Nah she's definitely a Never, perhaps Pifflepaff Hills?"

"I'm lost already." Agatha frowned.
"Nevers?"

"It's what we call evil-doers love." replied Dot.

"Short for 'Nevermore," Hester revelled. "Paradise for Evil-doers. We'll have infinite power in Nevermore."

"Control time and space," said Anadil.

"Take new forms." said Hester.

"Splinter our souls."