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Agatha during book three: Exile, exile is pants. Exile is complete pants. I donāt enjoy it one bit.
Sophie: āCan you behave?ā Yes, if I wanted to, but this is so much funnier.
Parent: Oh Storian, whatās wrong with you?
Sophie: Everything except the way I dress.
Sorry, Iāve been absent. Things have been weird. anyway, back to your regularly scheduled program.
Sophie, under her breath: I want to see all of your blood.
Hort: I was too much fun to be the adult and say āyou canāt attack guests of the schoolā.
Agatha: I donāt think that being off your tits is a standard basis for religion.
Agatha sometime during book 3: if I was sleep deprived, could I do this?
Agatha: * stands up and immediately blacks out*
Agatha, back at the village: Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood, that is, a girlish thing to want to do yes?
Sophie, deeply reconsidering making Agatha her project: š¦
Agatha: What do you mean just standing there ominously doesnāt count as socializing?
Sophie: Hello staff of Evil, welcome to salsa class! Whoās ready to learn how to make Evil elegant through dance?
Hort, hiding chips behind his back: I think I may have misunderstood.
Hester: You canāt make everyone like you, youāre not Agatha or Dot.
Sophie: Yeah but Iām sure not EVERYONE likes them-
Hester: Who
Sophie: I donāt know them personally-
Hester: I NEED NAMES
Hort: If I say I love you will you say it back?
Sophie: Sure, why not.
Hort: I love you(/ā½ļ¼¼*)ļ½”oāā”
Sophie, with the widest grin: It back.
*some time later*
Student: Why is Professor Hort crying on the floor?
Tedros: My father once told me ā you deserve betterā itās an interesting way of saying I wasnāt worth getting better for.
Sophie: I have love in me, the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
Agatha: Do you think Guinevere likes me?
Tedros: My mom literally begged you to marry me.
Villain: How did you get in here?
Agatha and Sophie: Lets just say Samantha at the Front Desk is no longer into men. ļæ¼