wouldn’t budge. Just as the Nevergirls turned, poised to discover the intruder in pink, Agatha took a running start, threw herself against the defaced door of Room 66, which swung open and slammed shut behind her.
“YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I WENT THROUGH TO GET HE — ” She stopped.
Sophie was crouched over a puddle of water on the floor, singing as she applied blush in her reflection.
“I’m a pretty princess, sweet as a pea,
Waiting for my prince to marry me. . . .”
Three bunk mates and three rats watched from across the room, mouths open in shock.
Hester looked up at Agatha. “She flooded our floor.”
“To do her makeup,” said Anadil.
“Whoever heard of anything so evil?” Dot grimaced. “Song included.”
“Is my face even?” Sophie said, squinting into the puddle. “I can’t go to class looking like a clown.” Her eyes shifted. “Agatha, darling ! About time you came to your senses. Your Uglification class starts in two minutes and you don’t want to make a poor first impression.”
Agatha stared at her.
“Of course,” Sophie said, standing up. “We have to switch clothes first. Come, off they go.”
“You’re not going to class, darling ,” Agatha said, turning red. “We’re going to the School Master’s tower right now before we’re stuck here forever!”
“Don’t be a boob,” said Sophie, tugging at Agatha’s dress. “We can’t just break into some tower in broad daylight. And if you’re going home anyway, you should give me your clothes now so I don’t miss any assignments.”
Agatha wrenched away. “Okay, that’s it ! Now listen to—”
“You’ll blend right in here,” Sophie smiled, studying Agatha next to her roommates.
Agatha lost her fire. “Because I’m . . . ugly?”
“Oh, for goodness’ sakes, Aggie, look at this place,” Sophie said. “You like gloom and doom. You like suffering and unhappiness and, um . . . burnt things. You’ll be happy here.”
“We agree,” said a voice behind Agatha, and she turned in surprise.
“You come live here,” Hester said to her—
“And she drowns in the lake,” Dot scowled at Sophie, still wounded by her jibe at the Welcoming.
“We liked you the moment we saw you,” Anadil cooed, rats licking Agatha’s feet.
“You belong here with us,” Hester said, as she, Anadil, and Dot crowded around Agatha, whose head swung nervously between this villainous threesome. Did they really want to be her friend? Was Sophie right? Could being a villain make her . . . happy ?
Agatha’s stomach churned. She didn’t want to be Evil! Not when Sophie was Good! They had to get out of this place before it tore them apart!
“I’m not leaving you!” she cried to Sophie, breaking away.
“No one’s asking you to leave me, Agatha,” Sophie said tightly. “We’re just asking you to leave your clothes.”
“No!” Agatha shouted. “We’re not switching clothes. We’re not switching rooms. We’re not switching schools!”
Sophie and Hester exchanged furtive glances.
“We’re going home!” Agatha said, voice catching. “We can be friends there—on the same side—no Good, no Evil—we’ll be happy forev—”
Sophie and Hester tackled her. Dot and Anadil pulled the pink dress off Agatha’s body, and the four of them shoved Sophie’s black robes on in its place. Shimmying into her new pink dress, Sophie threw open the door. “Goodbye, Evil! Hello, Love!”
Agatha stumbled to her feet and looked down at a putrid black sack that fit just how she liked.
“And all is right in the world,” Hester sighed. “Really, I don’t know how you were ever friends with that tram—”
“Get back here!” Agatha yelled, pursuing Sophie in pink through the hall’s hordes of black. Shocked by an Ever in their midst, Nevers swarmed around Sophie and started to beat her about the head with books, bags, and shoes—
“No! She’s one of us!”
All the Nevers turned to Hort, in the
“YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I WENT THROUGH TO GET HE — ” She stopped.
Sophie was crouched over a puddle of water on the floor, singing as she applied blush in her reflection.
“I’m a pretty princess, sweet as a pea,
Waiting for my prince to marry me. . . .”
Three bunk mates and three rats watched from across the room, mouths open in shock.
Hester looked up at Agatha. “She flooded our floor.”
“To do her makeup,” said Anadil.
“Whoever heard of anything so evil?” Dot grimaced. “Song included.”
“Is my face even?” Sophie said, squinting into the puddle. “I can’t go to class looking like a clown.” Her eyes shifted. “Agatha, darling ! About time you came to your senses. Your Uglification class starts in two minutes and you don’t want to make a poor first impression.”
Agatha stared at her.
“Of course,” Sophie said, standing up. “We have to switch clothes first. Come, off they go.”
“You’re not going to class, darling ,” Agatha said, turning red. “We’re going to the School Master’s tower right now before we’re stuck here forever!”
“Don’t be a boob,” said Sophie, tugging at Agatha’s dress. “We can’t just break into some tower in broad daylight. And if you’re going home anyway, you should give me your clothes now so I don’t miss any assignments.”
Agatha wrenched away. “Okay, that’s it ! Now listen to—”
“You’ll blend right in here,” Sophie smiled, studying Agatha next to her roommates.
Agatha lost her fire. “Because I’m . . . ugly?”
“Oh, for goodness’ sakes, Aggie, look at this place,” Sophie said. “You like gloom and doom. You like suffering and unhappiness and, um . . . burnt things. You’ll be happy here.”
“We agree,” said a voice behind Agatha, and she turned in surprise.
“You come live here,” Hester said to her—
“And she drowns in the lake,” Dot scowled at Sophie, still wounded by her jibe at the Welcoming.
“We liked you the moment we saw you,” Anadil cooed, rats licking Agatha’s feet.
“You belong here with us,” Hester said, as she, Anadil, and Dot crowded around Agatha, whose head swung nervously between this villainous threesome. Did they really want to be her friend? Was Sophie right? Could being a villain make her . . . happy ?
Agatha’s stomach churned. She didn’t want to be Evil! Not when Sophie was Good! They had to get out of this place before it tore them apart!
“I’m not leaving you!” she cried to Sophie, breaking away.
“No one’s asking you to leave me, Agatha,” Sophie said tightly. “We’re just asking you to leave your clothes.”
“No!” Agatha shouted. “We’re not switching clothes. We’re not switching rooms. We’re not switching schools!”
Sophie and Hester exchanged furtive glances.
“We’re going home!” Agatha said, voice catching. “We can be friends there—on the same side—no Good, no Evil—we’ll be happy forev—”
Sophie and Hester tackled her. Dot and Anadil pulled the pink dress off Agatha’s body, and the four of them shoved Sophie’s black robes on in its place. Shimmying into her new pink dress, Sophie threw open the door. “Goodbye, Evil! Hello, Love!”
Agatha stumbled to her feet and looked down at a putrid black sack that fit just how she liked.
“And all is right in the world,” Hester sighed. “Really, I don’t know how you were ever friends with that tram—”
“Get back here!” Agatha yelled, pursuing Sophie in pink through the hall’s hordes of black. Shocked by an Ever in their midst, Nevers swarmed around Sophie and started to beat her about the head with books, bags, and shoes—
“No! She’s one of us!”
All the Nevers turned to Hort, in the
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