It was Monday and Raven woke up shortly after the sunrise. When the curtains were opened, the bedroom was filled with cheerful, uplifting light.
"Don't tell me its morning already. I am so weary I could sleep for another day." Ramona grumbled at Raven.
Raven looked over towards the bed, "Good morning. Don't tell me you didn't sleep all night… again."
"Good morning, Raven. I slept at some point." She said thoughtfully, more to herself than to someone else.
After taking a shower, Raven started to make-up. She put a purple lipstick and a lavender eyeshadow on her top eyelid and a darker purple/bluish shade on her bottom eyelid. She began to wear her uniform, which consisted of a black social shirt with a high silver collar with a scale pattern and silver feathered shoulders, held together by a heart-shaped, purple gem pendant. Her skirt was a purple top layered and trimmed with black lace and a frilly mesh underskirt with two layers in purple and lilac and had black fishnet tights. She had a silver belt held by a single chain embellished with a raven skull pendant on the end and a series of spiked silver bracelets, which were connected to purple ring by chains. Her shoes were black boots with gravity heels tied by silver chains. And finally, Raven tied her hair into a single braid at the back, and parted at the top to back for her silver spiky tiara and puts her silver feather dangling earrings.
She put her MirrorPhone, a hextbook, dorm key and some salty caramels inside her book bag. It's painted purple hope chest with the silver latch resembling a conventional heart symbol with a silver dagger with embedded purple jewels on it piercing through the heart. It resembles a heart box which was given to the Huntsman by the Evil Queen. It had to contain Snow White's heart, as proof that she was dead. Despite not being evil, Raven love the fashion prescribed by her dark destiny.
"You look frightening… beautiful!" Ramona said impressed.
Raven looked at her and said, "Thank you!" She got up from the chair, and stood in front of Ramona.
"How I look?" Ramona said.
Ramona's hair was loose with a slight wave to the end of the thorax. Her earrings were a gold choker and gold piercing in her ears while one was a gold chain. Her lipstick was bright red, with a glossy look to them. She also had an open dark brown leather jacket with a white furry collar and gold lining over a blue social shirt. In the place of the tie she had a gold dog tag. Ramona had mismatched blue gloves, the one on the right being a plain glove only covering the index finger and the thumb, the one on the left being a full glove sporting golden studs and a back-hole, a gold and dark blue knuckle ring on her left hand. She had a studded golden belt and a pair of dark blue torn pants, covered halfway by her shoes, which were golden strappy platform sandal boots with open toes, metallic blue heels and shoelaces.
"Now, as you say… bid, bad fangtastic," Raven grabbed Ramona's hand and left dragging her. "Let's go, we are late."
The hallway filled with the sounds of footsteps and chatter as villains' kids headed out of the dormitory to their classes of the day.
Despite the fact that they were opposites in many ways, Raven was glad to have Ramona by her side as we negotiated the crowded hallways of Ever After High. Ramona might lack organizational skills, but she certainly didn't lack confidence.
"If you don't go out of my way, I'll blow all of you." She ordered for a commoner character with a growl.
They passed through the Common Room, ducking beneath the tree branches that grew inside the school. They grabbed brioches and orange juice from a Castleteria cart. All the students were talking about their class lists.
When the first bell rang, they – villains' kids – stood at the end of a hallway, in front of narrow door with a sign that read, TO THE DUNGEON.
The dungeon back home had a few ancient skeletons and smelled like rotten eggs. It made perfect sense that a class specializing in villainy would be held in a dreary place. At least she wouldn't have to spend more than a few minutes down there.
"Ugh!" the Princess of Hearts said, "I hate dungeons."
Her name was Lizzie Hearts. She was part of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland as the next Queen of Hearts. Like her mother, Lizzie often condemns people and objects of decapitation, but she was truly a sweetheart, despite her… first reaction to most things, that was anger, but she had spent her life trying to manage her temper.
Lizzie had pale peach skin with thin bone structure but superior posture and carries herself with dignity. Her heart-shaped face had full, rose-tinted cheeks with dimples, a rounded forehead, black eyebrows, a straight delicate nose and well-shaped blood red lips. Her eyes were sky blue with her left eye with her left eye was covered with a red heart she paints on herself. She had a thin layer of scarlet red and smoke-gray eyeshadow. Her hair was black, with red highlights in the front, styled in a high heart-shaped bun on top of her head. The rest of her hair was slightly wavy and falls freely, reaching her hips.
Her hair was pulled on a golden, richly carved crown, which slightly resembles card guards and heart gates of Wonderland. It had a complex design to it by having gold strings under it patterned with small rubies hearts. She was wearing a red blazer with the sides as upside-down hearts, and a red Elizabethan collar with hearts on the side and red beads attaching to the top of her jacket. She had black social shirt under the blazer, red gloves with black edges. Her pants were black with red heart shapes on them and her shoes were red boots with gold card-shaped heels. It was also decorated with cardboard gold inserts. Her jewels were heart earrings, with three strings coming out of the stud and a small ring that resembles a deck of cards. Lizzie had a red heart-shaped book bag with a yellow buckle.
The stone stairs were steep and slippery. "Did I miss the hext about wearing hiking boots?" Lizzie grumbled as she clung to the wrought iron railing. Her red heels were not designed for this sort of terrain.
Just above their heads, stone hands stuck out of the wall. Each hand held a lighted torch. The flames cast strange shadows. Cobwebs sparkled between the stones. Something darted in front of them.
"Was that a rat?" Someone cried.
"A rat... a rat... a rat", echoed down the stairs.
"A rat the size of a cat", Lizzie said. A grey hedgehog with peach paws, face and ears squealed and burrowed deeper into Lizzie's bag. "Oh my wand, there's another way. Professor Piper needs to clean this place up."
They reached the bottom of the stairwell, only to find another set of stairs. Lizzie groaned. "You'd think that Headmaster Grimm could at least put an elevator in this place. Seriously, don't the villains deserve better?"
There was some truth to that. Villains were just as welcome at Ever After High as the heroes. Both had equally important roles to play in fairytales. Without darkness, there couldn't be light.
"An elevator would be nice," Raven said as she brushed a cobweb from her nose.
Another sign waited at the bottom of the second stairwell.
(LEFT) THIS WAT TO DUNGEON, COACH CLASS
THIS WAY TO DUNGEON, FIRST CLASS (RIGHT)
(LEFT) THIS WAY TO THE CREEPY CELLAR
THIS WAY TO THE CAULDRON ROOM (RIGHT)
"Cauldron room," Ramona said, pointing.
With Lizzie still in the lead, they hurried down the dimly lit corridor. Dampness glistened on the stone walls. Pairs of small red eyes glowed from the ceiling. The girls doubled their place. The door to the cauldron room had been propped open by an empty cauldron.
"It's hot in here," Ramona complained as they stepped inside.
It was like stepping into a sauna. The source of the heat was a fire burning in a large stone hearth. Three caldrons were suspended over the flames. The first bubbled with thick green swamp water. The second popped and sizzled with blood-red lava. The third swirled like a whirlpool of mud.
They all peeled off our jackets.
"It's much cooler over here", a girl called.
She was sitting on a wooden stool, as were three other students. The remaining two stools were empty.
The bell rang for the second time. I hurried across the stone floor and grabbed one of the stools. Raven set her book bag on the floor, and then she waved for Ramona.
A deep clearing of throat startled Raven. Mr. Badwolf entered the room with a clipboard in his hands. He was tall, burly, gruff and also very stocky man. In his human form he had quite thick brown hair and brown beard with white streaks running through both. His hair was slicked back hung in thick, luxurious waves, to reveal his bushy eyebrows and widow's peak. He had wolf ears and brown skin. His eyes were cold and bright as silvery yellow as the winter moon. He was immaculately dressed in a three-piece plaid suit, a pocket kerchief, a bright red necktie and high boots.
He sniffed the air, and then looked at the girl who was standing in front of the door. Nor did he ask for the girl why she standing alone by the door and not sitting with others. He adjusted his tie, and then strode across the room. "Welcome, future villains," he said, his voice deep and growly. "I am your instructor, Mr. Badwolf."
"Excuse me," the girl said as she followed him. "But there's been a mistake" She held out her letter. "I'm listed in this class, but I'm not supposed to be here. My name is Duchess Swan."
She was destined to be a tragic heroine, yet she remained a royal. Duchess was daughter of the Swan Queen from the Swan's Lake. Duchess was a creative, hard-working and confident girl who loves anything to do with dance from the steps in the performance to the preparation backstage. She was a talented ballerina with grace and poise, because of this she tended to dance instead of walk. As someone who looks at the big picture, she liked to bring out the talent in others and make sure everyone had their moment in the spotlight.
Her petite fine-boned frame made her beauty special and unique: she had an exceptionally long and delicate neck. Her built was that of a dancer, with long graceful arms and muscular legs, perfect posture and an air of regal calm. Duchess had the perfect darker-skinned, brown as a roasted coffee bean. Her bright brown eyes were large and widely spaced with dark and striking eyebrows. Her long, straight and black hair had white and lavender highlights and was tied in a ballerina bun with two strands of hair stick out.
Duchess' head was adorned with a silver spiraled tiara with two swans forming a heart and she had dark lavender fleur-de-lys earrings. She was wearing lavender blazer with short swan wing sleeves, a white social shirt with a silver swan-winged heart like a bow that wrapped around her neck. Her jewelry was a pink heart-shaped diamond, a single lilac swan-shaped ring and a feather charmed bracelet. Duchess had a black tightening belt around her waist, a white tutu-like puffy skirt with a pattern of lavender feathers, which reaches to the knees, as well as black fishnet tights and her shoes were black ballet slippers with gravity-heels and lavender bows.
"Yes, I know who you are," he said, his pupils narrowing.
"Oh, great… Well, then I'm like your permission to transfer to another class, something more… fitting."
"More fitting?" He raised his bushy eyebrows. "Are you not good enough for this class, Ms. Swan?"
One of the students giggled.
Duchess squared her shoulders. "Of course I'm good enough. I mean, I'm good enough to do anything, royalty good… But I'm not evil. I mean, there's no evil in my bloodline. So I don't think I should be in a villain class." She said proudly.
"Is that what you think?" He took the parchment from her and wrote in big red letters: TRANSFER DENIED. Then he handed he parchment back.
"But"
Mr. Badwolf growled. It wasn't a ferocious, loud growl – rather it was soft, as if given as a warning. "Sit down, Ms. Swan."
Duchess gasped. Then, with angry footsteps, she marched over the last stool and sat with a loud hmph.
Ramona whispered, "Bet she were feeling a little bit evil now."
Mr. Badwolf stood with his feet wide apart, holding the clipboard behind his back. "Does anyone else have any personal issues they'd like to bring to my attention?" He was clearly being sarcastic but Lizzie's hand shot up anyway.
"Yes, I have a whole list of issues. I would like this class to begin later. Its soooo early and I need extra time in the morning to find everything because my playing-card army is back in Wonderland. I also think we need to have an elevator installed, I cannot be expected to hike up those stairs every day in my heels. And the rats era scaring my hedgehog, I'd like you to do something about that" She folded her hands in her lap, waiting for this response.
The big wall clock tick-tocked. The cauldrons bubbled. But none of the students said anything. We sat, waiting to see Mr. Badwolf would do.
He narrowed his eyes and glared at Lizzie. "If you are worried about the rats, Mr. Hearts, then I suggest you and your hedgehog each get rabies short. I get mine every year." He jangled a tag that hung on a chain around his neck.
Ramona laughed.
Lizzie shot her a nasty look. Then she said, "OFF WITH HER HEAD! I have no intention of getting a rabies shot. I got all my shots back in Wonderland. I have been vaccinated for walrus warts, teapox and March Hare madness."
Mr. Badwolf ignored her. He removed his pocked kerchief and brushed dust from the edge of his desk. Then he sat. "General Villainy is one of the most demanding classes at Ever After High. If you manage to get an A grade, you will join the ranks of students before you such as the Wicked Stepmother, the Billy Goats Gruff Troll, and myself, of curse." He smiled, revealing a row of sharp canine teeth.
An A was the highest grade in each class.
Mr. Badwolf continued. "Each of you has been hand-selected by the headmaster himself to attend this class because each of you has the honor of being the son or daughter of a confirmed villain or being closely related to someone evil."
Duchess' hand shot up. "Hm, excuse me, but…"
His eyes flashed. "Interruptions are not allowed in my classroom," he snarled.
Her hand fell to her side.
"As I was saying, each of you is here because you come from an evil bloodline. Or" – he looked at Duchess – "you have the capacity to be the first in your family to go bad."
While the cauldrons provided a background melody of crackling and popping, Mr. Badwolf tapped his finger on the clipboard. His fingers were furry and his nails were long and black. They looked like claws. He seriously needed a mani-curse at the Tower Hair Salon. "Roll call. When the name of each one is called, stand up."
Mr. Badwolf called the following names:
Coral Reefs
Cruel de Vil
Crystal Snow
Crystal's hair was long and wavy; it was split in half and worn down to her waist. On her head had a silver tiara with indigo crystals, translucent silver earrings snowflake- shaped and her signature ice crystal necklace. Her lipstick was strawberry pink, while her eye shadow consists of different shades of blue. Her uniform was appropriately to the winter weather where she lives: a blue snowcoat with white fur around the collar and at the edge of her sleeves, white social shirt, icy blue tight pants with cracked ice and snowflake designs and an ice-crystal-looking belt in the middle of it. Her shoes were faux-fur-lined and knee-length white boots with white pom-poms attached to strings on the ends of the laces.
"Ms. Snow was chosen for this class, because she is the daughter of the Snow Queen. Her mother is a good queen of snow and ice who has built her own frozen kingdom over the decades... but she wants to create a world of eternal winter where the polar wind cools human souls and clearness of lines obscure emotions. I have great hexpectations for her."
"The cold never bothered me anyway," Crystal said sarcastically.
Duchess Swan
Elizabeth Hearts
"Here!" Lizzie was playing with her hedgehog.
"Ms. Hearts was chosen because her ancestor liked to rip out hearts and keep them away from their owners. This cardiac capacity led her to become the notorious Queen of Hearts in Wonderland. I heard a rumor that she was trying to control her temper. That's true, Ms. Hearts?"
"Yes," Lizzie replied. Badwolf raised his furrowed brows. "I want to say no!" She jumped off her stool. "I would never try to control my temper. Someone is spreading fables and it makes me feel very, very angry!" She kicked herself on her stool. Her face was as red as her shoes.
It was a brilliant tantrum, but they knew the truth. Lizzie wanted to be an angry queen, as much as Princess wanted to be a permanent white swan.
Emerald West
Evanora Stepsister
Evelyn Stepsister
Faybelle Thorn
Ginger Breadhouse
"Here!" Ginger stood up and waved at everyone.
She had warm brown skin, hazel-brown eyes, black dots under her eyes and gently blushing, rounded cheeks with dimples. Her cinnamon-smelling hair was straight, chocolate-brown and long with straight bangs and pink tips, styled in a high ponytail. She was overweight. However, her roundness doesn't appear to have affected her self-esteem; her way of walking appears to flaunt this feature, and she often smiles or behaves in a cool, suave manner.
Her makeup was shiny pink lipstick and layered purple eyeshadow. She had a hot pink headband with a cupcake on top and gold candy crake earrings. She was wearing dark brown jacket, the ends of which "dripping" the dress. It also had a high collar and the ends of the sleeves were pink. Her dress was pink, textured-candy frock with dark brown frosting-like trim that goes just above her knees. Mostly, what was on her dress was based off a gingerbreadman. The dress had a yellow collar, brown buttons, and a brown ribbon tied around her waist. Her bracelet was adorned with several purple, pink, and yellow gumballs and her shoes were ankle boots with golden heels in the shape of lollipops and pink dripping frosting around the ankles.
"Ginger was selected for this class because her mother is the Candy Witch, who tried to eat Hansel and Gretel. Would you like to tell the class a little bit about yourself?"
Everyone already knew Ginger. She did a Mirror-Cast show called Spells Kitchen during witch she made fabulous desserts. Ginger was a shy girl who disliked her destiny and preferred to be a pastry chef with her own cooking show as she loves baking and sharing her treats with others, to the point where refusing to try them will hurt her feelings. She was sweet-natured and forgiving, bearing no will to those who wrong her.
She walked to the front of the class, a box tied with yellow ribbon in her hands. "I just want to you know that even though my mom tried to eat some kids, I would never do that. I love to cook, but none of my recipes call for boys and girls." Her voice was sweet and shy. She tugged on the yellow ribbon, and then opened the box. The scent of pure deliciousness filled the air. Sweet and cinnamon spicy, it was a welcome relief from the weird cauldron odors. "I baked these for everyone. They are miniature cinnamon trolls." She handed one to Mr. Badwolf. White icing dripped off the troll-shaped pastry.
He wolfed it down in one bite, and then smacked his lips. "Even though it contains no raw meat, it was delicious," he reported. Ginger smiled proudly. "However, delicious is not evil." Mr. Badwolf wrote on the clipboard. "I am very disappointed in you, Ms. Witch. Next time you bring treats for the class, I suggest than they be poisonous. You get a DG for the first day."
"What's a DG?" Duchess asked. She didn't have that grade in other classes.
"DG stands for 'do-gooder'", Mr. Badwolf said. "DG is the worst grade you can get in General Villainy. Some would argue that it is even worse than a fairy-fail grade." He grabbed another troll.
With a confused look on her face, Ginger returned to her stool.
Harriet Hook
Honey Witch
Jinfire Long
Keith Nottingham
Kjersti Trollson
Martin Gothel
Mouscedes King
Ramona Badwolf
Ravenna Queen
He looked to Raven, even where she was sitting in the corner, hidden in the shadows. The room went silent. Even the cauldrons stopped bubbling.
"Hi," I said with a frown, "Well, I'm sure we all know why I'm in this class."
"No. We don't know why. Ms. Swan tells us why Ms. Queen is in this class."
"Ravenna Queen is the daughter of the infamous sorceress, the Evil Queen, who'd tormented royals from one kingdom to the next, including Snow White. Her mother was so evil that she went beyond her own story and invaded the Sleeping Beauty story and Wonderland, infecting its madness. And that was the reason why wonderlandians hadn't been home in a very long time." Duchess said.
Raven eyes flashed with anger as her words reduced Raven size. If she was guilty of anything, isn't wanted to follow the wicked footsteps of her mother.
"Ravenna shouldn't be in this class… she has no right to be here."
The girl who spoke had a seductive, and yet a delicate beauty that was almost unworldly with a petite builds and muscles her perfectly smooth white skin. Her black hair was long, luxurious and slightly curled with red crimson lowlights through it. It was tied to the left in both a high ponytail and a low one. She had three twists hanging from her right and her bangs were combed up high to the left. Her eyes were like the color of redwood bark, somehow dark and bright at the same time. It was heavy-lidded and seductive with long dark lashes. Her nose was fairly small, especially in relation to her full lips.
Her bright red earrings were mismatched too: the one in her left ear was a silver bone with one large and two smaller feathers tied to it while the one in her right ear was a circular stud with a silver claw attached to it. Just above Ebony's forehead rested a vermilion headpiece with a winged vulture in the center. She was wearing a black blazer with a bell sleeve and a dark red shoulder piece adding a layer of black feathers over her sleeves, a red social shirt and had vermilion necklace that was partially a three-ringed choker and partially a wider type of neck jewelry as base. This base was decorated with seven ellipses, of which the three middle ones were silver and had seven fangs dangling from the bottom edge. She also wore a black skirt with two red puffy pieces and red tulle at the bottom. There was a dark red belt with three vultures' skulls in the middle of eight claws, feathers hanging from the skulls, and red accents. Her boots were knee-high boots and don't had platform, with the heel-less heel looking like a vulture wings.
"Really, queen? Why don't you go to the rocks of some sea to seduce the unsuspecting sailors and drag them to eminent death?"
The "girl" is Raven's cousin and was childhood ex-best friend. They grew up together side by side and were closed and had been like siblings as they grew and developed into young teens. However, when they were growing up, Raven began to notice changes and took a notice how her cousin was beginning to behave much more wildly and starting to become rebellious. They had severed ties after that and had not seen each other for years ever afterwards.
The tension in the room was so bad that everyone could feel it. Even though they thought that they never talked and greeted each other, everyone could feel the anger between them. Raven felt as if everyone was staring at her, waiting for some kind of explosion happened. Fortunately, she contained her feelings, keeping them to myself.
"The facts are indisputable. You carry more evil in your bloodline than the rest of them all combined. The faculty and the headmaster are hopeful that you will embrace your destiny." Mr. Badwolf pointed to a large wooden sign that hung on the wall.
THOU SHALL NOT STRAY THE STORY.
After a long, heavy sigh, Raven slid back into the shadows.
"And the cakes cherries, she needs no introduction… Sirena von Black." Mr. Badwolf said.
"I'm so happy to be here. I've been waiting for this class all my life." Her voice was a soft, high soprano that contrasted with her fierce looks, being able to go pass for a helpless girl to lure in bait.
"I admire your exuberance, Ms. Black. You were chosen for this class because your father is the Black Swan. He turned into a swan and disguised himself as the White Swan so that the Prince professed his love for her father instead of the White Swan, making her stay in his swan form forever ever after."
"And let's not forget that I'm the only villain who gets a Happily Ever After."
"Last but not least, Sparrow Hood."
Sparrow sat slouched on his stool, a guitar leaning against his leg. On his guitar is an arrow with a gold head. He had light skin with chestnut hair hung over his olive green eyes, which were closed, and a soul patch. His style reflects his rocker influences through studded and buckled accessories and piercings in both ears.
On his trilby were two small gold arrow head pendants and two small feathers. He was wearing a grey button shirt with a black pattern, over it he had a black jacket with golf buttons and gold studs and it had torn off sleeves and tree green kerchief around his neck. He had gold-studded gray gloves with a buckle wristband and a green wristband, a necklace with what appears to be an arrow head pendant and a dirty-green colored trilby hat. He also wore black pants with a studded belt and high black studded boots with buckles.
Sparrow was the son of Robin Hood and Maid Marian. As befitting its destination, Sparrow was an experienced thief and crook. However, he had little interest in his pre-written future, as he preferred to be a musician. He was the lead singer and guitarist for a band called Merry Men.
"Sparrow?" Ramona nudges him. He bolted upright.
"Dude, I was trying to sleep."
Mr. Badwolf tapped his long nails on the desk. "Mr. Hood, villains don't sleep. Villains disrupt the sleep of others. Keep than in mind."
Sparrow yawned, and then scratched his soul patch. "Haven't you heard of chilling like a villain? I was up all night practicing my riffs." Sparrow was the lead singer and guitarist in a band called the Merry Men.
Mr. Badwolf growled. "Your riffs will not earn you an A in this class, Mr. Hood."
"Total bummer, well, maybe I don't want to earn an A," Sparrow said with a shrug. "Why am I here, anyway? My old man wasn't evil."
"You are her because your father, Robin Hood, was a notorious thief. Thievery is an excellent trait in a villain. And there are times when you appear to have appropriate attitude," Mr. Badwolf said. "But because your father used thievery for good, there was great debate among the faculty whether you should be in this class. You have much to prove, Mr. Hood."
"Proving stuff sound like way too much work," Sparrow said. "My guitar and I have better things to do." Then he lowered his hat so the brim shaded his eyes. Was he going to nod off again?
Duchess squirmed. The roll call had been a total disaster. So far, only a few students want to be villain. Sparrow didn't even care what grade he got.
Mr. Badwolf preceded to hand each student a thick hextbook, A Guide to General Villainy. Then he wheeled a chalkboard to the front of the class and, with a piece of white chalk, began to draw. They watched in silence, except for Sparrow, who'd started snoring. Lizzie prodded him with her scepter. He woke up and yawned.
"Can anyone tell me what this is?" Mr. Badwolf asked as he pointed to the board. He'd drawn a triangle. Inside was a stick figure with curly tail.
No one answered. Sirena shrugged. Ginger licked frosting from her fingers. Duchess fumed.
"This is a pig," Ramona explained. "And this is its newly built straw house."
"Correct. The question I pose to you, students, the future creators of chaos, is this: What would you do if you wanted to eat this little pig but it was hiding in its house made of straw?"
Ginger insisted she wouldn't eat it because she knows a few pigs and they are nice, Sparrow is at most willing to write a song about it and Lizzie details that she'd order the pig to come out but not eat it because she agrees with Ginger. When Duchess was tasked to answer, she refuses on account of not being a villain.
"Wrong, wrong, wrong!" Mr. Badwolf ended the sentence with a howl.
Raven sighed. This was a total waste of time. She could be practicing on her piano, or writing her deepest thoughts in her diary.
Mr. Badwolf smoothed his hair and took a long, deep breath, composing himself. Then, his voice, steady and calm, he looked toward the dark corner. "Surely you know the answer, Ms. Queen?"
Raven fidgeted on her stool. Raven sighed, and then hung her head. "The answer that you're looking for it is to huff and puff and blows the douse down."
"Yes," Mr. Badwolf said with much relief. "Yes, indeed. Finally, a correct response! You are worst group of future evildoers in the history of this school. You will all brig shame to yourselves, to your families and to fairytales everywhere. I hope it is not too late to save you from your goodness."
Mr. Badwolf walked over the chalkboard, grabbed a piece of chalk, and wrote:
TRHONEWORK ASSIGNMENT:
DO SOMETHING ROTTEN AND NASTY BY THE END OF THE SCHOOL DAY FRIDAY.
"Yay!" Cruel cheered as he rustled his pom-poms. Everyone else groaned.
"The one student who does the rottenest and nastiest thing by the end of school Friday will get an A for the week. The rest of you will get an FF." FF stood for "fairy-fail". "To make it more exciting, the student who earns the A will have the opportunity to pick a prize from my own personal treasure vault." He crossed the room, and, after whispering a secret password, a section of the stone wall slid open. Gold and silver light filled the cauldron room.
Sparrow Hood leaped from his stool and ran to look inside the vault, his fingers twitching as he gazed upon the piles of gems and jewels.
"Is that a silver muffin pan?" Ginger asked
"Look at all that loot," Sparrow said. "One of those golden arrows could buy some sound equipment and new set of drums for the band."
Mr. Badwolf plunged his hand into a chest of gold coins. "Practice your thieving skills, Mr. Hood, and one day you will posses your own treasure vault."
"Raven, aren't you coming?" Ramona said.
Raven was the only student still sitting on a stool. "I don't care about treasure."
"Of curse she doesn't," Sirena whispered to Lizzie. "Her mother is the richest woman in this world."
Raven narrowed her eyes.
The school bell rang, indicating that class was over. The students grabbed their book bags.
"Look to your family stories for inspiration," Mr. Badwolf called as the students headed for the exit. "And remember: only one of you can earn an A for the week."