After lunch, Apple showed Wicca to her dorm room.

"So, Apple. Have you always been friends with Raven?" Wicca asked.

"Well, when we became roommates we did." Apple answered. "Since she was so important to my story, I figured we could live together as frenemies. But when she decided not to be bad, things were pretty difficult between us." Apple smiled again. "But we got over our differences and we became closer than ever!"

'Interesting,' Wicca thought. 'Maybe this goody goody will help me in my mission after all.'

"Anywho, the girls' and boys' dormitory is separated by the break room." Apple continued. "In there, students can relax, chit-chat, or just do thronework. But to get there, we have a lot of staircases to climb."

Just then, a human-sized fairy zipped past Apple and Wicca then looked back at them with a snort. "Have fun climbing, losers!" Then she flew off.

Wicca growled, clenching her broomstick handle.

"Don't listen to her." said Apple. "She's Faybelle Thorn, daughter of the Dark Fairy and she's never nice to anyone."

Wicca memorized the fairy well. Platinum blonde hair and small iridescent wings, she'll have to remember to cast a nasty spell on her next time they meet.

"Oh, well. We may not have wings. But climbing is just as good." Apple put her foot on the first step, but Wicca grabbed her arm.

"Who said we have to climb?" Wicca said.

Apple was confused until Wicca positioned herself on her broomstick. "Hop on."

"Oooh!" Apple clapped her hands together. "I've never flown on a broomstick before!" She sat behind Wicca and held on tight.

Wicca pushed herself off the ground and they zoomed right up the stairs.

"WOO-HOOOO!" Apple shouted with excitement. Wicca instinctively let out a wicked cackle as they whipped past startled students. Soon enough, they made it to the dormitory.

"Okay, White. Where's my room at?" Wicca asked.

"Let's see..." Apple looked around and spotted the right door. "There! Right there!"

Wicca landed right in front of the door. It was room 13A.

"Thirteen?" Wicca grinned. "My favorite number."

Apple opened the door and said triumphantly, "Welcome to your new home!"

The room was the perfect size, but Wicca noticed there were two canopied beds, two desks, two dressers, and two closets instead of one of each.

"Normally, everyone has a roommate. But you don't have one." Apple said.

"Oh, I don't mind at all. A wicked witch needs her space." Wicca said as she walked inside. Everything in the room was white and pink, Wicca's least favorite colors.

"Well, the trolls brought in your luggage and you have your own bathroom. Any questions?"

Wicca had an idea. "Yeah, do you think I can visit your dorm, Apple?"

"Huh? Why?" asked Apple.

"Because..." Wicca thought up the perfect lie. "I really want to redecorate this place. So, maybe if I see yours and Raven's room. I can get some ideas!"

"Of course you can!" Apple chirped. "Follow me!"

'This chick's a total sap!' Wicca thought gleefully. She followed Apple a few doors down and presented her room.

"Ta-da!" Apple sang.

Wicca was amazed at how different each side of the room was. Apple's side was decorated cheerfully elegant with white, gold and royal red while Raven's side was dark and sinister with purples, blacks, and hints of silver.

"What do you think?" said Apple.

Wicca's eyes were glued to Raven's side. "Perhaps you could show me around this half?" She hoped to find some Evil Queen secrets.

"Absolutely!" Apple said. "I actually decorated Raven's half of the room for her when she moved in!"

Wicca turned to the young princess. "You did this?!" She never expected this dumb blonde to have such wicked taste. Her eyes traveled all over the room, many decorating ideas filled her mind. But she couldn't find anything Evil Queen related, there some hextbooks from the school, but Wicca already has those.

Before Wicca could investigate Raven's room any further, Raven herself walked in. "Huh?! Wicca?! What are you doing here?"

"Oh! I'm just getting inspirational ideas for when I decorate my dorm room!" Wicca said. She tried to change the subject. "Is this a real throne? It's great!"

"Yeah, but I never sit in it." Raven replied. "Apple thought I'd like it."

Apple innocently shrugged.

"You...don't sit in it?!" Wicca couldn't believe it! The throne was gorgeously ghastly! With it's plush purple cushions and creepily crafted black woodwork. Any villain would kill to sit in that thing!

"Well, since you don't sit in it..." Wicca began. "Can I have it?!" she asked excitedly.

"Sure, I don't care." Raven said with a dismissive wave. "It just takes up space."

"Really?! Ya mean it?!" Wicca was beaming. "Thank you!" She raised her hands and used her magic to lift the throne off the floor.

"Whoa! Do you need a hand with that?!" Raven said. "That's a heavy throne!"

"It's okay! I got it!" Wicca replied.

"But you can't get it through the door!" Apple said.

Wicca rolled her eyes and with a wave of her hand, the doorway became wide enough for Wicca to put the throne through it.

Amazed, Raven and Apple followed Wicca all the way back to her room and set the throne against the wall.

"Hmm, purple's not really my color." Wicca pointed a finger at the throne and the cushion became green. "Perfect!"

"Wow! You sure are good with magic!" Apple said in awe.

"Of course. I'm the most powerful witch in Oz." Wicca cracked her knuckles. "Now, time for some redecorating."

Wicca stretched out her arms and said a spell underarms her breath. Green magic swirled around her body like a tornado. Apple and Raven shielded themselves as dark magic spiraled completely around the room.

A flash of green light filled the dorm.

The girls opened their eyes and were breath taken by the results. Wicca's room was like a realm of darkness. The drapes of the canopy bed were now black, shredded fabric, the bedspread was green with swirling black patterns.

From the black diamond chandelier to the black furniture to the green carpet, the entire room was transformed.

"Whoa..." Was all Raven could say.

"You...certainly don't waste time, do you?" Apple said.

"Yep! I was so excited to redecorate! I couldn't stand how bland this room was before!" She willed one of her trunks to open and several knick-knacks hovered onto her desk.

But the biggest item she brought out of her trunk was a portrait of her mother.

Raven stared at the picture. "Is this your mom?"

"Yeah," Wicca sighed. The Wicked Witch was tall, imposing and alluring. Her black hair pulled in a tight bun and topped with a witch's hat. She wore a velvet black dress and flowing black cape. She was a paragon of evilness.

"I wish she was here with me..." Wicca said. She was feeling homesick already.

"Don't feel bad, Wicca. Sometimes I miss my mom too." Raven said. "But we have to learn to be strong and be independent. If not, how do we get through life when we're on our own?"

Wicca nodded. "Yeah, you're right."

"Well, we're going to let you get settled in." Apple said. "If you need anything, here's my number." Apple handed her a slip of paper.

"Thanks..." Wicca said. "And...thanks for showing me around. I didn't expect anyone would be this nice to me."

Raven smiled. "Yeah, I understand. It was hard for me going to school because everyone was afraid of me. But once you get used to this place, you'll fit in just fine."

Wicca shuffled her feet. "So...does this mean we're friends now?"

Raven and Apple looked surprised.

"I mean...I really do want to have friends but...I just don't how know how to make friends!" Wicca was raised to be wicked and vile as her mother, but she knew nothing about friendship or social interaction.

"Well, all that stuff you did today, that is how you make friends." Apple said.

"It is?"

"Sure! We had those awesome muffins for lunch!" Raven said.

"And you and I flew on your broomstick together!" Apple added. "And we got to know about you. When you go out and talk to people and let them get to know you, that's how you make friends."

"She's right." said Raven. "Friendship is something you have to earn. You have to meet people and talk to them. Give them a chance to get to know you."

Wicca's smile lit up her green face. "I'll do it! Thanks you guys!" She blinked. "But...don't tell anyone I was being nice okay? I'm still a villain after all. I have to keep up appearances."

To her surprise, Apple hugged her. "Don't worry, Wicca! We won't tell a soul! Right, Raven?"

"Promise!" Raven crossed her heart. They said their goodbyes and left Wicca's room.

"YES!" Wicca spontaneously started doing cartwheels all over her room. "I did it! I did it! I made real friends!"

"Let's not get carried away, Wicca."

Wicca stopped in mid-cartwheel. She fell to the floor and turned her head to the portrait. It was glowing with a green aura.

"Mom?! Is that you?!"

"Of course it's me." said the portrait. "I enchanted this painting so that I can telepathically keep an eye on you."

Wicca felt embarrassed. She should know better than to underestimate her mother.

"Now stay sharp, my detestable darling. Don't distract yourself with goodness after coming this far or you'll lose sight of the mission." Her mother stared at her intently through the painting's eyes. "Remember the honor and integrity of the West clan. Evil runs through our veins. Friendships are only good for taking advantage of others. Understood?"

Wicca nodded. "Yes, Mother. I won't get distracted again."

"Good. Now, get some rest. You have school tomorrow." said Wicked Witch. "And remember to be nasty as nasty can be. I'll be checking in on you every once in a while.

"Yes, Mom."

"And don't forget to brush your teeth."

"Yes, Mom."

The picture's glow faded away. It returned to a normal portrait again.

Wicca sighed and took off her witch hat. A furry little creature popped out of it.

"Wingsy?!" Wicca gasped. "You stowed away in my hat?!"

Wingsy was a baby flying monkey. He blinked his little black eyes and started flying around the room, squeaking happily.

Wicca couldn't help but laugh. Her pet and best friend was here to stay with her. Wicca held out her arms and Wingsy flew right into them.

"At least I got you, buddy." She kissed the monkey on his furry head. "And you've got a whole bed to yourself!" Wicca showed Wingsy the second bed.

Wingsy screeched with happiness and flew onto the bed. He jumped up and down and eventually rested on the pillows.

As Wicca got ready for bed, she hoped her day went evilly well tomorrow. She was gals to make friends, but she had to block their kindness out.

She was a villain on a mission.