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The Unbalanced

This is a Part two of my earlier Fic that can be found here, Hopefully i can get more motivation to write.

[Song recommended to listen while reading]

Pairings: Student Reader X Leonora Lesso X Clarissa Dovey [Platonic, Can Be Parental Dovesso]

Warnings: Curse words, Slight Threats

Summary: Trying to adapt to the New environment and Place in the School You find yourself Lost in situations you're not called for...

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You didn’t seem to need anything. No redemption nor retribution. Just the quiet acceptance of your existence..

"Perhaps they’re just Grey... Morally Grey."

“We’ll find a place for you.. Im sure we’ll find something,” Dovey said, though the certainty in her voice had lost its edge.

You gave her a glance, unsure and lost. This was definitely not in the movie before.

“I don’t think I belong Anywhere, Professor..” You spoke softly.

Lesso chuckled, a sound that was both menacing and oddly pleased. “Not yet, you don’t.” With a delicate swift motion, she guided her cane to tilt your chin up.

Bringing her eyes to you before she Asked, "How about joining the school for Evil for a change?.."

"What? Lesso! You can't be serious!.." Dovey’s Eyes widened, Getting caught off gaurd by what Lesso had said.

"Oh you know me Dovey.. Its just that i cant bear to see such a lost cause. So much potential, but so little time. Maybe if they'd join Evil. We'd finally see Evil win after all these years.." Said Lesso, her tone hinged with competitiveness.

"Leonora, You know what the headmaster would say about this if we misplace one of the students in the wrong school."

Lesso let out heavy sigh, the sound carried the weight of annoyance and frustration. Knowing that consequences may arise from her actions.

"Very Well then.. In the meantime, I suppose the reader could stay in the extra room we have in the school of Evil, For now. Dovey will try to figure out how to talk to the headmaster about your situation."

"Lesso!- I-" Before Dovey gets to argue her statement, Lesso Cuts her off Mid-Sentence.

Arching an eyebrow as if she already knew how Dovey is going to respond, before casually raising her hand.

"Oh~ how polite of you to offer your assistance to us Dovey. Thank you so very much." Lesso’s tone drips with mock politeness, whilst giving her a slight smirk.

"As for now.. It's showtime~"

.~.

As you were walking through the hallways, You had Lesso’s Curiosity peaked. “You’re quite composed for someone entering a world where they’re expected to be molded.” Her tone was tinged with an amused mockery. “You’re not nervous? Are you.? Because if you are, there wont be anytime for you to dwell on it.”

You shook your head. “Fear is a luxury for those who have somewhere to go. I’m just… here, apparently. And topping off with studying for both school.. Nothing can really scare me." You try to cope with your dry humour, attempting to brush off the feeling of unease.

But However Without realising, your fingers gently brushed against Lesso’s. A small subconcious gesture that betrays you, As if asking for reassurance from the Dean.

Lesso feeling the slight touch of [Y/N]'s fingers, froze slightly but doesn't immediately react. Her gaze was unfaltering as if nothing has changed.

"How Careless.. As expected for beginners. Although I didn't expect you to be such a liar." Her Fingers briefly traced soft, slow circles on the back of [Y/N]'s Hands before reluctantly pulling away. As if brushing off something inconsequential.

Her tone remains cool, detached, but there's a certain rigidity in the way she moves her hand, a hint that she'd rather die than to admit that she slightly cared.

"I'll make this clear, reader. I don't have time for emotions."

Ironic enough, there's a faint tightness around her eyes—something unspoken, hidden beneath the layers of her professionalism.

“Your Lies could use more work. And so does your posture.” She lectured, Almost like how she would've addressed every other student. It didn’t matter that it was your first day—weakness had no grace period here.

Walking Further and Further into the depths of the school halls. Just at the end of the corridor, there stood a door that no one remembered — it looks almost misplaced. Like a fading memory that's Bathed in a half-lit eerie glow, waiting for someone to tell a story of its own.

[Y/N] stepped through the door expecting a cramped, dust-choked room, forgotten and decayed.

But what unfolded before [Y/N] was vast, unexpectedly so.

Inside, the space opened up in a way that defied the room's crumbling exterior. The quiet and clean ambience filled in the atmosphere, Ceiling that rose surprisingly high, smooth clean floors shining slightly under the light that snuck through from the half opened window at the side of the room. Leaving you stunned and wide eyed.

“Surprised?” Lesso drawled, the side of her lips curling up abit. “Looking at that expression of yours.. were you expecting cobwebs, perhaps even a few rats scuttling about?"

You nodded, turning back to look at Lesso. You weren’t sure if she was just pulling your legs, like who in the right mind would give up such a fine room entirely to a Year 1 who doesn’t belong Anywhere.

"Please. We may teach chaos, but we don’t live in filth. Proper villains needs to have Etiquette and Manners. That’s one of the utmost basics to being a villain."

You paused, imagining how the space will feel—not just how it will look. Inviting. Comfortable. Yours. But it all feels too good to be true..

"Thank you for letting me stay here... Though i dont think i deserve such hospitality." You said softly.

"Quit it."

"Quit what..?"

"Quit your having this attitude If you're going to talk to me. The most you could do is to try to keep this room clean. Helps us notice when you fall apart." Her tone is cold and firm, but you could feel her restrained fustration — As if she’s trying to pull you up out of your own shadow.

You could hear the raucous chatter and bickering outside, near the corridors that led to the grand hall. Mocking, Scheming and even screaming. I guess thats the school of Evil for you..

"They're quite a nuisance aren't they?.They never quite grasp the art of subtlety. I suppose I’ll have to remind them once class starts…"

"Am i also learning Curses?"

"It depends on what news Dovey would give me. First day or not, I expect to see you in the great hall during orientation. If you're waiting for kindness, try the other tower. Though i suppose you don't have a choice.." Her words Echoed, so did her heels as she strode away from your room, it was as if she's been busy ever since your arrival.

"Oh boy.. this is going to be a long day." You thought to yourself. From the corner of your eyes, you could see three girls scrambling stiffly just to greet the dean. One of them however, made eye contact with you. Which made her initiate An Action that was deemed as obnoxious — Rudely barging in, sprawling onto the bed that wasn't hers.

She was Curiously eyeing you like how a predator would stalks its prey.

"So. You're the Reader Lady Lesso has dragged in?"

"Excuse me? I don’t mean to be rude but just who are you..?" You Asked despite knowing damn well who she was.

"You’re excused. The name's hestor."

Her black hair fell in jagged strands, Showing off the tattoo slithering across her neck, framing a face carved with sharp angles and sharper scorn.

"Lady Lesso doesn’t bring just anyone here. If she saw something in you, it’s either brilliant… or dangerous. Maybe both."

"How did you know about me? Im pretty sure the deans wouldn't utter a single word about my arrival."

"Of course the deans won't. But we have eyes all around here in this school, word got out quick that there were sightseeing of a student who was walking alongside Professor Dovey And Lady Lesso." Barged in Anadil, stepping into the exchange uninvited.

"It was an Accident. I didn't actually intend on coming here to this school"

"But You don’t look like you came here by accident. You don’t seem like your evil neither do you pretend to be good. And that? That makes you brilliantly dangerous."

"So what is it, then? You want power? Revenge?" Asked Hestor.

"Going home Actually.."

"No way, After coming to one of the best school?! I mean, i can see that This place? It’ll try to eat you alive. Literally, in some wings. But you—" Dot spoke sporadically, before you cut her off softly.

"I don't really belong anywhere. I know, Im kind of Grey."

"Well you sure are a interesting one. Watch your back. Not everyone here finds grey interesting. Some just want to paint you white… or bleed you black."

"Oh and You'll have to meet Lady Lesso, During Orientation at the great hall Newbie. Don’t worry though, Hestor will guide you so that you wont get lost here"

Said Dot, Gently Nudging Hestor who rolled her eyes. It was clear that she wasn't willing to escort or guide you at all, if it weren't for the fact that it was the Dean's Orders.

“Lady Lesso says I have to babysit you tomorrow morning. Orientation or whatever. So don’t be late.”

Despite the fact that her voice had a trace of irritation. There was something else that crossed her face—a spark of satisfaction she quickly buried under her usual scowl. Being chosen meant something to her, especially when its by the Dean of the school for evil.

“I’ll be by the gargoyle gate at dawn. If you’re not there, I’m leaving without you. And trust me, you don’t want to find your own way around this place.”

With a curt nod toward the Reader, she turned and walked towards the door. Leaving the conversation to an end. Dot offering an awkward wave, her fingers still sticky from the caramel she’d been eating.

“You’ll be fine,” she said with a half-grin. With Anadil lingering a moment longer, giving the Reader a slow, knowing smile, “Sleep well,” she said, her voice cool and amused. “Tomorrow’s... a lot.”

And just like that, The three girls drifted out of the room together, their mismatched footsteps echoing down the corridor — Leaving you to wonder and anticipate on what’s to come forth tomorrow morning.

.~.

Night slipped away without ceremony. One moment, the world was draped in shadows and soft moonlight; the next, the morning sunlight grazed the side of your skin. It was almost bringing the same sense of deja vu when you first stepped into this place. The shift came almost unnoticed, as though time had exhaled quietly.

Now, you could only hear footsteps echoing roughly through the halls of the school..

"How do you know where to go and what to do? The School is so big and-"

"You’ll figure it out fast. There’s no map. No rules. You survive, or you don’t. And if you trip on the stairs? They bite." Hestor Spoke briskly, cutting you off. Not wasting a single minute for you to catch up.

"Just exactly, How do you know so much?.."

"You Sure ask alot of questions, Newbie. But I do respect survival. So here’s your first lesson. Learn to Keep up." She told You Cold and Blunt.

Just as you reached the great hall, It was packed with the duality of Evil and Good. It buzzed with the energy that would clash between one another — The contrast between the colour palette of each sides is almost impeccably obvious. You could see the iconic school logo from afar imprinted on the Teal drapes that drawled down all the way to the floor.

On the Good side, Evergirls glided gracefully, dresses that are in soft pastel colours, Hair gleaming like spun gold or polished chestnut. All neatly tucked and combed to an exceptional standard — It's as if they were trying to show off how much time they've took to maintain their hair routines.

The Nevers however, They were all gathered at the side of the hall like stormclouds, all sharp edges and darker shades. Nevergirls in jagged skirts and high boots whispered curses or insults, eyes glittering with malice or mischief. Neverboys lounged and sneered loudly on purpose at the brightness across the divide, Booing whilst pointing at the other side with distain.

The invisible line between Good and Evil held, but only just—tension shimmering.

Without Warning, Conversations were cut brief, laughter was muffled. Then—almost in unison—the students around you scattered to their seats, the shuffle of limbs oddly synchronized, as if choreographed by an unseen hand. Both the good and evil went to their respective Benches that separated between each other, leaving you the only one standing in the middle.

"Grace and Beauty First?" Asked Dovey,

"Oh if you insist, Clarissa."

"So Glad you Agree!" Dovey replied before stepping front to the centre of the Great Hall

"Shit. Maybe i should find a seat.." you thought to yourself, as you stood stiffly. Eyes darting across the hall in a frantic search for an empty seat whilst Feeling the weight of every gaze— it made you more self conscious than you already are. You were new, You were something else: unchosen, unknown, and untamed. You wanted to move but your feet said otherwise, staying planted not budging an inch. You weren’t ready to sit. You didn’t know where you belonged.

And neither did they.

Scanning row after row, Praying internally that you could quickly get out of this scenario.

Luckily as your eyes were frantically looking for a seat, it caught Lesso in the view. She was letting out a quiet, exasperated sigh— the kind that said she’d seen a thousand flustered first-years before you. Rolling her eyes to the side, Seemingly patient yet annoyed, not even giving you a glance.

But then, with a grace so fluid it might have been missed by anyone not watching closely— she shifted her cane. Making a small calculated gesture. A faint tap. A drag of polished silver against the stone floor. The tip angled deliberately, just enough to gesture to the open space beside her. She didn’t speak nor look at you, She didn’t have to.

The message was clear: Stand here, if you’ve any sense.

It was not an invitation. But instead, it was kindness disguised as a command— and the only one you were going to get.

You rushed forth from the area you were standing at and quickly positioned yourself near Lesso.

"Greetings Year ones, I am Professor Dovey the Dean of the School For Good" Said Dovey, Almost Nuturing — Warm and melodious.

In Unison, All the Evergirls that were gathers all giggled and cheered for their own.

"And I Am Lady Lesso The Dean of the School for Evil" Announced Lesso with theatrical flair and precision. Her undeniable presence filled the air as she let her title hang in the air for a moment.

Before followed by the Nevers all Hurling insults and taunting faces at the evers that were across them.

The both of them were Magnificent, Intimidating. Afterall they were the Deans who lead students to create their own fairy-tale, to pave their own story. Not just any stories, The famously well known ones..

And well You were just standing there, Beside the two figures, Awkwardly..

"What an opportunity to joke that im one of the deans as well, now that im literally standing beside them." Your Intrusive thoughts Barged in, filling your mind with all sorts of nonsense you'd pull during this scenario. It was quite hilarious thinking about it, The look you'd get on the students face if they actually believe your lies, Or the amount of chaos you'd riled up right on the first day of school orientation.

"Is there a Dean for the School For Grey as well?" You blurted out whatever was on you're mind barely above a whisper, just enough for Lady Lesso and a few others nearby to hear you.

The few students who were nearby snickered, after having caught small remark you made. Their laughs were almost poorly contained.

Lady Lesso however, doesn’t seem to budge at all. Her eyes rise, narrowing in and glancing at you with surgical precision. Surprisingly it wasn't anger you sensed… It felt like it was something more Analytical. Intrigued.

"Amusing, isn’t it? How quickly the untested find humor in centuries of consequence." Spoke Lesso.

Hearing what Lesso had said, The students who were once snickering had all gone quiet. It was as if their tongues had been dragged over by a blade.

You don't know what came over you, but you instinctively felt the need to reply back. "Well, Consequences doesn’t come when you're Grey."

She then stares at you for a long moment… then exhales a quiet, humorless laugh. "Careful, dear. Being Grey in this school is almost like welding a double edged dagger.." Lesso Said with a slight smirk.

There’s a flicker of interest in her eyes — not approval, but a spark of potential.

Before, A sharp crack slices through the murmurs as Dovey taps her staff against the floor, making the room falling silent for Orientation to begin.

"As per Tradition, the winning school from last year. Us again! Imagine that."

"Hmm, Imagine." Lesso rolled her eyes.

"Will Grace us All with their chivalrous Talents!"

"Ah.. right. Princes.." You Mumbled, squinting your eyes as you could see the slightest shining ray of light that bounces from their silvery brimmed edge of the swords to your eyes.

"Gentleman!" Dovey Calls out, Her voice brimming with Pride and Authority.

At once, the grand doors swung open. In perfect formation, The Everboys stride in tall, backs straight, smiles carefully practiced, their uniforms straightened and polished. Proud like they were ready to stun everyone with their Grand opening display. They Marched in the position of two separate straight lines Facing each other off as they took their swords out,Showing off and flaunting their choreographed sword fights.

Their precise and careful meticulous swordsmanship made all the Evergirls started squealing in , Fangirling and Obsessing over their desired prince they wanted to go out with.

"Aren't they Wonderful?" Asked Dovey, as She turned to face Lesso. Fully grinning in Excitement as she clapped her hands together — Both a way to show her support and enthusiasm. But Lesso on the other hand was sighing, pinching the bridge of their temples.

The final clang of their swords rung through the hall, as they eached positioned themselves in their final pose. Breathless, but smiling effortlessly. As if on Cue, they spun around in unison before pulling out roses from their belts, Each of them tossing them into the arcs towards the Evergirls. Which drew out gasps and loud giggles, as each of them catching the rose like it was something uniquely to them.

While the Evergirls swooned, and the Princes Basking in Post performance glory. Your eyes were scanning the ground, looking at all the missed flowers that were scattered across the floor.

"Right. Roses, charmed I'm sure.. But i didn't get one." You said softly and with the pretense of nonchalance, began scooping up the roses nearby that has been forgotten tucking, them swiftly into your cloak —some slightly trampled, some still perfectly pristine.

Lesso's eyes flicked to where you were at while still having that calmly composed demeanor. However her lips twitched slightly, Almost close to a smirk. While Dovey who was beside her was pressing her lips together, hands gracefully positioned near her mouth to hide her amusement.

“Do we stop them?”

Lesso’s mouth curved faintly.

“Not Yet, I want to see just what this Grey one would bring to the school without us interfering..."

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