The Witch's Doll ⚢

Chapter 7

Alessandra arrived at the Wiltshire Police to visit her best friend while Loa was left in her room at the flat. The plan was for Loa to continue controlling the Sergeant while she showed up at a place where people can vouch for her alibi.

Without further ado, she halted by the Constable right outside the door, yet noticed that the Student Council President and the Vice President were inside.

Alessandra knew manipulating people was her advantage. It was proven when she was able to deceive the Inspector who asked her questions about the incident earlier. All she had to do was an act. Not too much though, because she still needed to act on a character.

She was about to head back towards Evonnie when Professor Marie decided to scold her right after she exited the office.

"Please don't do it again." Professor Marie's features softened. She was so different than her guardian.

This was why a faint smile appeared on her lips that Evonnie was fortunate to have her.

"I'm sorry, Professor," Alessandra said. "But I would do it over and over again for Evonnie."

The older woman sighed. "I know you would." She patted her on the shoulder before heading into the office.

Alessandra glided back towards the medic area, surprised to see that Academy's popular know-it-all blonde was there comforting Evonnie. It was a weird sight.

Isla Cecil gazed up she noticed Alessandra. Even up close, Alessandra's mental picturing of her was still of an arrogant, high, and mighty girl with a pointy nose. Alessandra walked towards them without even making the smallest of gestures towards each other. Evonnie was oblivious to the conspicuous discrepancy between the two young girls, as she seldom bothered to compare them in any way.

Truthfully, Alessandra doesn't really hate her, but there was nothing more annoying than an entitled blonde girl who likes horses and teas. She just doesn't ride the bandwagon that most of the students in Fortuna treat the Student Council President. Alessandra doesn't mind the indifference from the Cecil girl as well.

Although she hated it when the Brit touched her, she hated being touched by people she didn't give consent to.

But then, Alessandra saw a distinct look that Cecil was giving her. It was to some extent perceptive and taunting—as if she was a piece of a puzzle that completed the whole mystery that plagued the blonde girl's mind.

The Brit finished up her conversation with Evonnie. "Professor Marie doesn't frail in her guardianship over you, you know. Hence, it's in your best interest to heed your guardian's warning. I'll see you tomorrow at school if you find yourself free." She excused herself and flipped her hair in a dramatic exit.

Evonnie and Alessandra watched her retreat towards the door Alessandra just came in before looking at each other. "Why are you guys getting chummy?"

"She's with me on official business."