(A/N): Warning: Extremely long but extremely important author's note.

I read The School for Good and Evil a year or two ago now, and I read it back to back at least twice. I didn't actually expect much of it, but I couldn't put it down. I loved this book. Then Agatha and Sophie kissed and I was head over heels for it. It now sits on the same shelf as the Harry Potter books and The Princess Bride (my favourite book in the world). Needless to say, when they were written off as just gals being pals I was quite gutted. I was so gutted that I haven't actually read the third book, and I don't plan to. I was so disappointed that a story about bi girls being in love was reduced to 'just friends'. I did love the book and I still do, and I think that's why this upsets me so much. It was such a good book that I wanted it to be great. (Someone once told me that the more you love something the more you hate it's flaws.)

In addition to this, Tedros kind of felt like a throwaway character in the first two books. He kind of seemed there for plot convenience and was very much like John Smith in Pocahontas. There was very little to his personality. And very little to his relationship with Agatha. However, there were a lot of chances that, as I was reading it, I saw for a little more chemistry to actually be between Agatha and Tedros. Maybe more scenes of the two were written, but taken out. Anyway, as I was re-reading the first book, I started writing this alongside it, just to fill in some gaps. Because I feel like these two would have some really snappy, really intelligent coversations chocked full of innuendo - like a film noir - *laughs.* (Tedros certainly thinks of Agatha as a femme fatale. Though, I guess that's Sophie in the end.) And I love Agatha (I guess it comes with the name Sophie), so I loved writing more of her finding out who she was.

If you want to have a mature discussion about the novels in depth, then feel free to contact me.

This first chapter is set during the chapter of Dead Ends (I would skim the sections beforehand so you get a little context). Happy reading~.

Disclaimer: I do not own The School For Good And Evil trilogy.

Chapter One/Twelve : Dead Ends

'Little Matchstick Girl'

The sound of two heavy, black shoes echoed around the library, sounding like thunder against the serene morning. (Though all mornings were perfect this side of the lake) But their owner was the only one here, so it didn't really matter. Agatha supposed it was because most Ever girls were too busy preening themselves like cats to come here and that Ever boys were too busy asserting their testosterone levels over each other to pick up a book.

She couldn't take her mind off the school master's riddle. Her only hope of getting home. It seemed to haunt her every moment, popping up in her mind as if to say 'I can't believe you had five minutes peace without worrying about me'. It sent her crazy. And when something sent her crazy, she did all she could to stop making it go crazy. She enjoyed her peace.

So, before classes begun that day, she had dashed to the library and tried to scour every book as fast as she could in the hopes of some glimmer of an answer. But her five second searching proved to be in vain. She'd thought about it so hard that the rash had already started appearing on her neck.

Absently, her hand went to her pocket, to get her matches. Only to find that there were no matches. Because there were no pockets in this blasted uniforms. How did she not notice before? How did she not need them before?

She had to have matches. Otherwise, she couldn't last another day here. They were the only thing that calmed her. It would be like parachuting into the ocean. Without learning how to swim. Or a parachute.

Forcing her breaths to last counts of four, so that she wouldn't hyperventilate, Agatha stumbled to Professor Dovey's office. She could recount the way easily; she couldn't forget every movement she had made when she was brought there the last time. When she thought she was going to die.

Eventually, she reached it and knocked feverishly.

"Just a minute, dear," came the Fairy Godmother's voice from inside. She sounded so cheery it was almost surreal, especially when juxtaposed to Agatha's intense panic. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, the twinging nerves in her stomach like wearing those iron shoes again. If she was going to be any longer...

Finally - finally - the door opened. Agatha tried to dart through as soon as it was wide enough for her -

-And found herself bouncing off a boy's chest.

Panic chilled to dread in an instant. She managed to raise her gaze enough to see Tedros standing in the entrance.

The two stared at each other, both completely repulsed, but still standing close.

Then, as though part of some unpractised routine, they both sprung away and avoided each other's gaze. Agatha could feel bile in her throat from the boy's aftershave. Did they all have to drench themselves in it like that?

"Oh, Agatha, come in dear," Professor Dovey's voice said from inside the office.

She slipped in without a word, not looking back at the boy. If she had, she would have seen his completely baffled expression before the door swung shut of its own accord.

"What can I help you with so early?" the teacher asked, smiling as she rested her head on her laced fingers.

"Professor Dovey," Agatha was talking so fast her words almost blurred. "Do you by any chance have any matches?"

The woman blinked, almost recalling. Almost.

"Excuse me?" her teacher squeaked.

"M-matches?" the dark haired girl managed to stammer again. She was fiddling with her fingers and it felt like she would be pulling her little finger straight off. "I just - I need them - to, uh, calm my nerves."

"Calm your nerves?" Professor Dovey repeated, as though saying them would prove them untrue.

Agatha merely swallowed and nodded. When Professor Dovey continued to stare at her as though she was a cat who'd coughed up a hairball, she tried to elabaorate.

"I - I light them and watch the tip for a bit. It, just, it makes me feel better, that's all."

Professor Dovey raised a delicate eyebrow, staring at her for just a moment more, then she murmured something about "the little matchstick girl being 'unique' too" and opened a desk drawer. Agatha tried not to stare as her teacher rooted around. But she also couldn't bring herself to look at the sickly paintings and slogans hung around the walls and she didn't want to seem rude by staring at the frosted glass rising in fantastic sculptures or the huge tomes of books, so her gaze fluttered around anxiously.

After what seemed like an age, Professor Dovey said "here you are, dear," in a rather resigned voice, holding out a fat box of matches to the girl.

"Thank you!" Agatha gasped, trying not to snatch them. She smiled for a moment, then remembered Professor Anenome's words - positively malevolent - and dropped the smile. "Thank you," she murmured again, genuinely as she ducked out of the door-

-And once more found herself face to face with Tedros. To Agatha's surprise - and, almost, satisfaction - the Prince looked ashamed. She stared at him; his cheeks were pink! What was going on?!

He cleared his throat, like he was nervous - but she made a lot of people nervous here.

"I - I spoke to Dovey about the gargoyle." Tedros said.

Agatha scowled immediately.

"You mean, you spoke to her about me?" she demanded, heat rising from her cheeks from shame or anger. Or both.

"Yes-"

"Asking her to expel me?" she pressed, raising an eyebrow though she knew the answer.

He did too, and he avoided the question.

"She told me that saving a gargoyle didn't mean someone was a witch, but that they were, well, very Good. So..."

She deepened her scowl and held it for a moment more.

"It wasn't a gargoyle," she repeated her words from an incident. "It was a boy."

"Are you sure?" Tedros shifted his weight like he wanted to leave. He seemed so bloody condescending that she pinned his gaze with her glare like a fly with a dart .

"I saw his reflection. I saw him turning back into a boy. He was a child, you knobjockey." She poured venom into her words, feeling a twinge of satisfaction when he winced.

"Well I saw - I thought I saw it burnt my father's monument," Tedros muttered, like a scolded labrador retriever.

"That's the thing with boys," Agatha finally stalked past him. "You don't think before you swing."

"At least boys do swing a sword," his voice retorted. "And don't sit in towers making up stories."

In an instant, Agatha spun, her fists clenching over the matchbox.

"That's because, for some unknown reason, girls don't get taught anything useful at this stupid school!"

Her voice had risen to a yell, and Tedros' eyes had widened. She stalked off, elated to be shot of him -

-And groaned when she heard him following.

"I thought most girls wanted to come here - to - either - school, I mean." He said, that confused look on his face again. It suited him, Agatha thought spitefully.

"Not me," she replied as curtly as possible, hoping to put him off. "I was perfectly happy with my mum and my cat and my friend."

"That sounds..." Tedros trailed off.

"Fitting for a 'witch' like me?" Agatha snapped snarkily.

"I was going to say nice," Tedros retorted, but his voice lacked conviction.

Agatha snorted.

Suddenly Tedros' hand was on her shoulder, spinning her to face him.

"Why is it that every girl in this school falls at my feet and you're the only one who hates me?" he asked, as though personally offended. She realised that was the real reason he was speaking to her. The real reason that he cared enough to go to a teacher about her. That made her furious - as though she was just a puzzle for him to figure out.

"Because I see more than your rippling pectorals," Agatha drawled, flicking his hand from her shoulder like it was a spider that had settled there. "You're just a preening peacock!"

"Well - you're just a bitter beetle!" Tedros huffed back.

They both glowered at each other, then stormed down the corridor. Unfortunately, they had to use to same route until they reached the stairs at the end of the passage.

"Stop following me!" Agatha snapped, finally able to turn away from the insufferable boy.

"You were following me!" he yelled back, storming off in the other direction.

From inside her office, Professor Dovey smiled to herself as she marked papers. It was refreshing when students confused love with loathing. She would always remember the two girls - so like Sophie and Agatha - that had such an issue.

Elphaba of Munchkinland and Galinda of Gillikin Country.

Those were two brilliant students.

A/N): ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Needless to say, I also am a big supporter of Elphaba/Glinda. (Seriously though, how different would it have been if Fiyeroh wasn't there?) There's a wonderful scene between the two with a hat and the topic of "thinking" that appears in the book, that may have inspired a couple of these chapters. I fear there's a lot of hidden innuendo with Agatha and Sophie, and a lot of social commentary may have slipped in if you look for it. ^^""

I'm planning to update every sunday for now, as I'm still writing out the chapters. Depending on when I can get it all done, I'll move to updating every other day. C: I hope you liked the start.