Reversal (School For Good And Evil)

A New Perspective

Hort's POV:
Hort scratched his head in confusion as Professor Manley explained how to correctly mix the potion for the third time. Ever since the accident, the teachers at Evil had been extra careful, monitoring each student even more closely.
Unfortunately, that had meant that Hort couldn't doze off in every other lesson, nor could he practice his manwolf skills at the back of the classroom (he'd managed four hairs yesterday - a new personal best). In short, it was irritating, and Hort didn't like it. If he went to the root of the problem, it was clear for anyone to see that all this bother was all thanks to Agatha.
He'd known that the bug-eyed girl was more trouble than she was worth, ever since she broke into the Schoolmaster's tower.
Hort had been minding his own business, ironing his frog pyjamas, when he had heard some not so quiet whispering (honestly, you would think that one would try to be stealthy when on a top secret mission). This whispering had gone something along the lines of, "Aggie, how do we get into the oh so tall tower without a door?" and then "Don't worry Sophie, I have a plan!" Which resulted in them walking over an invisible bridge - pretty smart actually, and vanishing into the gloom. Normally, Hort wouldn't care if the other students were getting themselves into trouble, because how would it affect him? But after seeing the girl Agatha was with, Hort decided that whatever they were doing must be important - why else would Agatha be accompanied by the most gorgeous, jaw-dropping, stunning person he had ever seen? She was called Sophie, and Hort was desperate to get another glimpse at her, even if it resorted to this - stalking the hallways behind Agatha, who was wandering towards what looked like the library, at three o'clock in the morning.

Thump.
Creeeaak.
Clang.

That was all Hort could hear, as he stood around the corner, trembling in the breeze (his frog pyjamas were not built to withstand cold winds, but he couldn't bring himself to change out of them). What was she doing? The Evil library was not much of a sight, it contained a few musty old books and moth-bitten scrolls. But none of that mattered when he heard a voice, in the silence.

"Aggie,"
It was her - the girl of Hort's dreams. He stumbled closer to the door, trying to see her without them noticing him.

"You took your time! I've been here for hours,"

"Sorry Sophie," Agatha replied, "I was busy making sure I wasn't being followed," Hort snorted, almost blowing his cover as the two girls turned his way.

"It's probably just the wind Agatha, why are you being so jumpy today?"

"Why do you think? You called an urgent meeting at the dead of night, without any other clarification! And also, how did you even cross the bridge?"

"Oh, I just muddied my dress and matted my hair and my reflection took one look at me, realised a truly good person would never let themselves drop to such lows, and let me through!" Sophie shuddered, as if even recalling her disheveled appearance was as great a tragedy as the loss of a loved one.

"Oh," said Agatha. "That's a bit shallow,"

"Oh hush. Listen, I wanted to talk to you about my grades,"

"Your grades?"

"Yes," Sophie bit out. "Do you need me to repeat it?"

"But why? I thought that being a princess came as naturally to you as breathing!"

"Yes, well, with all of the late night escapades, and tirelessly searching for clues that will help us, I haven't exactly had time to make sure I was passing my classes,"

"Hold on, passing them? Are you failing? Also, what does any of this have to do with me?"

"Yes, to the first question - I'm as surprised as you, honestly, and to the second one, you can teach me! You have always had good grades - your lack of a social life has caused your brain to know more -"

Here, Agatha's face scrunched up with confusion. "Sophie, you know that that's not true right?"

"Exactly my point! You're smart, you can help me,"

Hort gasped. An Evil student, helping a Good one? It was unheard of, unnatural. Just wait until he told Arachne and Vex about this - they might finally decide him worthy of talking to them - a lasting dream of his. Sophie then pulled out a stack of books dropping them at Agatha's feet. Unfortunately, this created a rather large cloud of dust, which just so happened to drift its way over to Hort, in his hiding spot, now behind the outward-opening door, peering through the cracks. He sneezed.

Loudly.

"Aggie, what was that?"

"Definitely not the wind," Agatha snarled, making her way towards the door.

But when she emerged, suspicion plastered across her furrowed brow, she was met with only the wind. But if she had looked a little closer, Agatha could have caught a faint glimpse of frog pyjamas, turning around the corner.