In Raven's room, Raven had Wicca sitting on a chair in front of her black oak vanity. Laying on Raven's bed were Wicca's clothes she packed.

Ratty black tunics, shabby capes, dirty striped socks, and beaten up pointed hats. And she only had one pair of shoes, her black pointed booties.

"Man, have you EVER gone shopping?" asked a stunned Raven.

"No, a wicked witch doesn't belong in shopping malls or stores with the beautiful people." Wicca sneered. "So...who are these expert stylists?"

"Only the best in the business." Raven heard a knock at her door and rushed to open it. Wicca turned around and saw two girls with different styles. One had edgy, cool style and other was sweet and simple all in blue.

"Wicca, this is Poppy O'hair and Farrah Goodfairy." Raven introduced.

"Hey." Poppy said, in her hand was her bag of hair supplies.

"Nice to meet you!" Farrah greeted warmly. "I'm so hexcited! I've never designed clothes for a witch before!"

"Design?!"

"Yeah, while Poppy does your hair, Farrah will ask you for what you want in your new clothes. Then, I'll handle the rest." Raven said.

Poppy got out her scissors, comb, brush, hair dryer, everything she needed. "Okay, first. The hat has got to go." But when Poppy reached for the hat, Wingsy poked his head out and screeched at her.

"WHOA!" Poppy jumped a mile back. "What the hex?!"

"Sorry, that's Wingsy, my pet flying monkey." Wicca gently removed the creature from her head and removed her hat.

"Nice highlights, but it's a little on the scruffy side." Poppy said, examining her customer. "So, what do you want to do? Like a bob-cut?"

Wicca knew absolutely nothing about hair. In fact, she only had those green highlights because of a beauty spell gone wrong.

She tried to have long, gorgeous hair like the flying monkey models she read in her adoptive family's magazines, but it ended up a black and green tangled mess.

"Uh...sure." Wicca answered.

While Poppy got to work, Raven decided to do her nails. "So, what nail polish do you like?" She showed her some of her favorites. "I've got Midnight Black, Sparkling Purple, and Shining Silver."

"Midnight Black." Wicca answered right away. She loves black.

Farrah doodled her designs in her fashion book. "Raven said you like witch hats and capes?"

"Yeah."

"No problem." Farrah kept doodling. "Green and black are obviously your trademark colors. Now, let she talk my favorite part: shoes!" She giggled excitedly. "Do you like pointy shoes like other witches wear?"

Wicca was silent.

"No? Okay! So what's your idea of a dream shoe?" asked the future fairy godmother. "Perhaps a pair of slippers?"

Wicca was still silent. Nice shoes always reminded her of the Red Slippers, the magic shoes that once belonged to her mother's sister, the Wicked Witch of the East.

They were a source of great power. Wicca's mother desperately wanted those shoes to make her all powerful, but that rotten Dorothy Gale destroyed her and she kept the shoes for herself.

To think, one of the most powerful magical items in the fairy tale world in the hands of a pathetic mortal.

But Wicca shouldn't think of the relics of her old story, she has a better, more powerful future as the next Evil Queen.

"Wicca?"

"Huh?" Wicca blinked.

"You okay? You kind of spaced out there." Raven said.

"Sorry, Raven. I'm just...having a hard time making up my mind." Wicca said.

Poppy put her scissors down. "Well, you can think of your shoes after you've taken a look at your hair!" She spun Wicca around to face the mirror. "Ta-da!"

Wicca was instantly and visibly shocked. Her rat's nest of a hairdo was now a beautiful bob-cut with perfectly symmetrical green streaks.

Poppy helped Wicca out of her chair. She slowly went up the mirror and marvled at her transformation.

"I take it you like it!" Poppy smiled.

"And I have your designs all ready!" Farrah gave her book to Raven. Her violet eyes lit up.

"These are fableous!" Raven said. She memorized the designs in her mind. "Okay, here it goes..." She gathered purple magic in her hands and recited the spell.

Deisgning clothes for a witch,

Time to make a magic switch.

Just say no to old and drab,

Make these clothes wicked fab!

Raven threw her hands down. All of Wicca's clothes became engulfed in her magic and in an instant, her clothes were updated and better than ever! No more old rags and dismal striped socks. Now Wicca's dresses were brand new in shiny black with different shades of green with swirl patterns.

Wicca loved swirls, they reminded her of tornadoes and their spiraling, destructive power plowing through enemies and victims through the land of Oz.

"Oh, Raven. These are spellbinding!" Wicca's green face was glowing. "Thank you so much!" She hugged the kind hearted daughter of the Evil Queen.

"But what about shoes?" Farrah said.

Wicca's smile fell. "Well, I would really like red shoes. But...I don't think someone like me should wear them..."

"Why on Earth would you say that?" said Apple White, coming into her dorm room. "I think you'll look fableous in red shoes!" She skipped over to her closet and came out with an armful of stylish red shoes. "A pop of color is just what you need!"

Wicca's eyes lit up. They were the reddest shoes she's ever seen. Some were simple red, red with ruby gems in them, sparkly red. Red, red, red!

Words couldn't describe the joy Wicca's felt. She covered her face to hide her tears.

"Wicca, what's wrong?!" Apple said.

"Nothing," Wicca wiped her eyes. "Just an eyelash. So, I can really have these?!"

"Sure! I've had these forever after! They're practically ancient. Besides, my mom ordered a whole new collection of shoes for me! So, you can have these!"

"Thanks, Apple." Wicca took the glittery red shoes and tried them on. They fit like two gloves.

They may not be magic, but they were absolutely wonderful.

"And let me say how wicked you look!" said Apple. "Am I saying that right?"

Raven said. "Couldn't have said it better myself."

Poppy looked at her wristwatch. "It's getting late. What do you say we take a quick trip to Hocus Latte?"

Wicca blinked in surprise. "Uh, actually, guys. I have to catch up on my thronework. Maybe some other time, okay?"

"Okay, Wicca. Spell you later!" Apple said.

"See you tomorrow in class!" said Raven.

Poppy and Farrah said their goodbyes and left the room. Wicca conjured up a black trunk that sucked up all of her new clothes inside.

She then covered her left eye, leaving her right eye open. Wicca's magic touch was her all seeing eye. With it, she could see whatever's going on wherever anyone is. She saw her mother's portrait in her room glowing furiously.

As Wicca feared, her mother wanted to see her and was growing impatient. She grabbed her trunk and hurried out of the room.

It was hard for Wicca to walk in her new shoes. She wasn't used to walking in such nice shoes with heels.

But before Wicca could even get to her room, a certain dark fairy was blocking the door.

'Oh, boy!' Wicca thought. She didn't have time for this. Her mother was getting more angry and impatient.

Faybelle sneered seeing Wicca's new look. "I see you've been getting the royal treatment, Noob."

"How about you get out of the way?" Wicca retorted. She still retained her villainous attitude.

Faybelle scowled at the wicked witch. "Listen, witch. After this morning's cauldron bath in General Villany, I ought to cast the nastiest curse I can put on you!"

Wicca expected the worst. She readied her magic, anticipating the fairy's next move.

"But," said Faybelle. "I'm on thin ice with Headmaster Grimm, cursing you could land me in detention. Or worse, get me expelled. So, I'm actually going to cut you a break and make you an offer you can't refuse."

"And that offer would be?"

"To join the Villain Club." Faybelle handed her a small black card. "I saw what you did to that bubble head Blondie Lockes and I have to admit, you have potential. There's a lot of people at this school giving up their evil heritage. You and I could cause some hexcellent havoc together. So, what do you say?"

Wicca looked at the card. The words were written in shiny blue letters that said; 'Villain Club. Being Bad Is Being the Best. Led by Faybelle Thorn.'

Wicca didn't care for this Faybelle or her stupid club, but she could tell this fairy was a dedicated villain, which means this was her main competitor. It's better for Wicca to keep these types nearby rather than let them run around on the loose.

Faybelle saw Wicca grow a smile. "Count me in, President Thorn!"

"Perfect answer!" The fairy and witch shook hands. "Meeting will be held tomorrow after school in the basement!" And Faybelle took off.

With the fairy girl gone, Wicca entered her room.

"It's about time you got here." said the Wicked Witch. "And what is with that outfit?!"

"Mom, it's okay-"

"NO IT'S NOT!" roared the witch, her voice shaking the room. Wicca nearly lost her balance. "You shouldn't be wasting your time on such insipid things like hair and makeup and fashion! You keep your mind on the mission!"

"I'm well aware of the mission, Mother!" Wicca said. "Look, I've already gained Raven's trust and another villain named Faybelle Thorn."

"Thorn? Oh yeah, the Dark Fairy's daughter. I never liked her. Sleeping Beauty's not even a good story anyway. A dark fairy has unlimited power and all she does is curse some poor sap to sleep for a hundred years. If it were me, I would turn the brat into a troll or something worse. Remember that retelling of Sleeping Beauty you wrote for my birthday?"

Wicca smiled. "Sure did. Instead of a magic spindle, the Dark Fairy cursed a suit of armor that attacked Beauty in her sleep."

"And it received a standing ovation among the flying monkey minions." Wicked Witch's voice softened. "I was very proud of you. That's when I knew you are everything I dreamed, destined for evil greatness."

"Thank you, Mommy."

"Now, off to bed with you. And good work with Raven and Faybelle, the more trust you gain, the easier it will be to stab them in the back. Got it?"

Wicca saluted. "Yes, Ma'am. Good night, Ma'am."

"Good night, dear. And remember to get rid of those unsightly clothes." The picture stopped glowing.

"Finally!" Wicca breathed out. She loved her mom, but she wished she wasn't so doting all the time.

Wicca looked around. Wingsy was sleeping in the extra bed and she had already finished her thronework aa soon as she got it. So, she really had nothing to do.

"Time for the fashion show!" Wicca turned on her phone and blasted some villain beats while trying on her new clothes, modeling in front of her mirror and trying on and comparing accessories.

"I LOVE EVER AFTER HIGH!" Wicca said as she flopped onto her bed.