Reversal (School For Good And Evil)

Isolated

Sophie's POV:
Agatha had moved on.
Or at least that's how it appeared to Sophie, as she observed her from afar in their shared lessons. New face, new look, new person. No trace of the old Agatha, the one who had always allowed Sophie to try out new beauty concoctions on her back in Gavaldon, the one who had pretended to be emotionless and haunted, but in reality was selfless and fiercely protective. As Sophie realised these things, she recognised what she had lost. A friend, a confidante, a supporter, a sister.
And now she was all alone.

Agatha's POV:
Agatha knew that her new life, her new friends, should have remade her for the better, but she felt like she had not changed at all. Deep down, beneath the makeup, and the "empowering" outfits Hester and Anadil forced her to wear ("we can't have someone dressed like you in our coven") she felt like the same old Agatha. She still missed her cottage, Reaper, her mother, and even, sometimes, when she felt overwhelmingly isolated, Sophie. She missed her witty remarks, and sarcastic humour. She missed her odd makeup routines and even her somewhat snide comments. Agatha only admitted these thoughts to herself when lying in Dot's bed at night, listening to the snores and secretive whispers of her roommates. If she said them out loud, Agatha feared that she would not be able to continue without Sophie at all. She feared that she would come crawling back, a coward who couldn't commit to a decision. But at least she wouldn't be so alone. She'd have her best friend back.
No. She wasn't going to fold, wasn't going to crumble. She had given in to Sophie's every whim and wish for years, and now Sophie was going to fall to hers. It was the only way their friendship could be repaired. The only path forwards that didn't end in cold glances and estranged grimaces.
But Agatha wasn't going to make it happen. Sophie was.

The next morning, Agatha awoke to wails from just beyond their thick wooden door, marked with what looked like scorch marks (Agatha didn't even want to know where they came from). They were accompanied by weak thumps and occasional sobs. Sitting up in alarm, Agatha observed Anadil and Hester, both sitting on Anadil's bunk, completely ignoring the noises outside.
"What is that noise?" Agatha asked.
"Dot, obviously," drawled Hester in a bored voice. "She's been at it for hours - I'm surprised you didn't wake up earlier,"
"Hours?" Agatha replied, shocked.
"Don't act so surprised, it was obvious this was going to happen eventually," said Anadil.
"Ignore her and she'll go away," Hester chimed in.
Agatha didn't know what to say. She felt bad for Dot, begging to be included in a group that neglected her, that left her out in the cold and rather dark with no real place to stay. But on the other hand, the new Agatha wasn't supposed to care about other people. She should be focusing on improving her own conditions, not those of a near stranger.
Eventually the crying stopped, and Dot's now especially feeble voice rang out.
"Fine. If you don't want me, I'll defined somebody who does," she mumbled.
"Finally," Hester scoffed, and after waiting an extra five minutes, just to be sure she'd actually gone, the pair of Nevers marched out the door, without a second glance at Agatha, seemingly immersed in a confidential conversation. Agatha felt the exclusion painfully. Although she was not nearly as mistreated as Dot, it was clear that Agatha would always be the odd one out here. With Sophie, it has just been the two of them against the world, so the feeling of neglect was relatively new to her, and it's sour feeling was bitter on her tongue and sat heavy in her stomach.

Dot's POV:
Dot didn't know where to go.
She wandered the corridors of Evil castle aimlessly, searching for a friend she knew did not exist. She was in such an abandoned wing that Dot now hoped to see any of her classmates - just for a sign of life, but this statement perhaps excluded Hester and Anadil. Their abandonment of her stung, more so than the cold she had faced whilst camping out in the girl's bathroom overnight. Since the beginning of the year they had been close. They were, a sisterhood, a coven - a family.
Now she was all alone, without even a bed to sleep in.
Dot thought bitterly of Agatha as she stalked the halls. The girl who had stolen her place, her life, and didn't even seem to care, from the detached look she wore constantly on her face. What made matters worse, Agatha evidently felt no real attachment to the coven, as most of the times Dot had seen Hester and Anadil, they had been alone. Although, this statistic was based on only one or two meetings, as Dot took all precautions possible to avoid them.
Some people, Dot thought as she folded herself into a spider-webbed corner to sleep for the night, were truly evil.