Purely Wicked (discontinued)

Chapter 08|| Grand High Witch Ultimate

"Why do we need to Uglify?"

Agatha peeked from her book and at Professor Manley, bald pimpled head and squash-coloured skin.

Around her, Nevers sat at charred desks with rusty mirrors, cheerily bashing tadpoles to death in iron bowls. If she didn't know better, she's think they were making a Sunday cake.

"Why do we need to be revolting and repugnant?" Manley jowled. "Hester!"
"Because it makes us fearsome," Hester said, and swigged her tadpole juice, instantly springing a rash of red pox.

"Wrong!" roared Manley. "Anadil!"
"Because it makes little boys cry," Anadil said, sprouting her own red blisters.

"Wrong! Dot!"
"Because it's easier to get ready in the morning?" Dot asked, mixing her juice with chocolate.
"Wrong and stupid!" Manley scorned. "Only once you relinquish vanity can you be yourself!"

Agatha stirred her green sludge around in her bowl, sniffing the awful stench with decidable delight.

"Only once you destroy who you think you are can you embrace who you truly are!" Manley said, glaring directly at Hort, who was staring into his mirror, only to see a wee zit spurt from his chin. Manley looked down at him with disgust.

Villains exploded in shingles and smoky-green ranks popped out of thin air and appeared above the children's heads.

Agatha swiftly drank her potion and gagged slightly before her skin burst out in horrible blisters, gangrene spreading to her fingers and it almost seemed like an allergic reaction had spread to parts of her arms.

A "1" exploded in glorious green flame above her head, Manley snd the rest of the class staring in disgusted awe at her features.

As if on cue, a '2' burst above Hester's head and she sulked just as a '3' was placed on Anadil and so on until a grey wispy '20' appeared above Hort. He smacked the number away so the number slapped him right back.

"Congratulations our dear Reader. You have embraced freedom I see?" Manley growled with pride.

With a wave of his hand, Agatha's usual body returned and the students breathed out happily, for the image of Agatha was still burning in their memories.

~•~

A perfect line of prepped princesses waited outside of their Beautification class, the boys on the other side of the hall, talking amongst themselves excitedly. The girls chatted to their friends and whispered about the boys who caught their eye. But there were two students missing from their ranks.

Beatrix stood at the front of the girls' line with Annie and Kiko, porcelain skin shining as she looked down the corridor for any sign of Sophie.

On the boys' side, Chaddick and Tristan talked about sword fighting and the fact that Tedros still hadn't arrived outside the classroom.

"Oh Kiko, she has to arrive shortly! She's not that naive as to miss her very first class of the year." Beatrix rambled to Kiko, who was fiddling with the strap of her duffel bag.

"I mean she better arrive shortly or Professor Anemone will have her hea—" Beatrix stopped mid sentence and scowled at the staircase leading down to the Beautification hallway.

Sophie walked down the steps elegantly, baby pink duffel bag to match her uniform perfectly, her hair in gorgeous curls down her back, silver hair band glimmering to match her butterfly emblem. Her face immaculately painted with hints of pink glitter.

The boys gawked in awe while the girls frowned at them, annoyed that their attention had been so easily misled. Then another person emerged from above and took Sophie's arm, leading her to the hallway. Tedros walked regally forward, hair it's usual way and blue uniform with sword sheathed, bouncing against his hip. The pair exchanged smiles before splitting away from each other. Sophie to the girls and Tedros to the boys.