by Ellie Rose
was kind as always. He calmed her down, and
hexplained that while he was shocked Apple had
broken the rules, he understood what it was like
to be young.
But Apple still felt terrible about breaking the
rules and setting a bad hexample. She wanted to
do something good to make it up to everyone.
Apple asked if there was anything she could do
to make it better.
The headmaster smiled. “There is one thing,”
he said. “It has come to my attention that Raven
Queen may be unhappy with her destiny. As the
Evil Queen, it is important that she embraces
her legacy. Can you think of anything to help?”
Apple knew that Raven had
been questioning her destiny,
but she never imagined that
Raven might not sign
the Storybook of
Legends. And if she
didn’t, Raven was in
danger of vanishing
from memory!
Apple knew what
she had to do. “Sir,
I formally request a
transfer to room with
Raven Queen,” she said confidently.
And so Apple and Raven became roommates,
and soon they’d be friends. Some people might
have thought it odd for a princess to be friends
with an evil sorceress, but if Apple could help
Raven see the light, it would all be worth it. But
that was a story for another day.
Lizzie Hearts
Lizzie Hearts royally loved Wonderland.
It was simply the most nonsensical, riddle-
tastic, wonderlandiful place ever
after. It was also her home.
And she missed it dearly. As
the daughter of the Queen of
Hearts, it was her destiny to rule
Wonderland one day. Instead,
Lizzie was at Ever After High,
where she didn’t feel like
she fit in. People seemed to
believe Lizzie was a few cards
short of a full deck because
she often yelled, “Off with your
head!” But where she came from, that
phrase was simply a common courtesy.
If someone brought tea, it was polite to thank
him or her by saying, “Off with your head!” But
her new classmates took Lizzie fairy literally.
Lizzie didn’t understand Ever After High. She
thought everyone saw things in black and red.
But she was trying to fit in, because Lizzie feared
she may never see Wonderland again.
Lizzie was grateful to still have some of her
Wonderlandian friends in Ever After, too. The
White Queen, who co-rules Wonderland with
Lizzie’s mom, had also come to Ever After
High. She was now Lizzie’s Princessology
teacher, and as such, Lizzie respectfully referred
to her as “Mrs. Her Majesty the White Queen.”
However, when the White Queen said Lizzie had
to meet her after class, Lizzie was quite upset.
“Am I in trouble again?” Lizzie asked.
“You are not in trouble,” Mrs. Her Majesty
the White Queen said delicately. “However, I’ve
noticed you’ve had trouble making new friends.
Perhaps you should stop shouting ‘Off with
your head’ so much. Your classmates take it
quite literally.”
“What a bunch of Alices,”
Lizzie mumbled under
her breath. She was upset
because no one at Ever
After High seemed to
understand her. She
wished with all her heart
that she could be in
Wonderland again.
“Lizzie, this is
home now,” Mrs. Her
Majesty the White Queen
reminded her.
“Home? I have no home,” Lizzie said as she
slammed the door behind her as hard as she
could.
Even though it was Lizzie’s destiny to be
angry, she was usually quite calm. In fact, ever
since she was three-of-hearts old, she spent
hours working on her non-anger management.
It was difficult at times, but her mother was
always supportive. She wanted Lizzie to have the
best childhood ever after.
Then one day, the Evil Queen came to
Wonderland and destroyed everything. Lizzie
was locked away in her bedroom when she heard
the familiar of a Cheshire Cat appearing
from thin air. It was Lizzie’s best friend forever
after, Kitty Cheshire, and she had never been
happier to see her.
With tears in her eyes, Kitty hugged
Lizzie and told her they would have to leave
Wonderland. They ran out of the castle, and
traveled up the rabbit hole into the land of Ever
After. The rabbit hole was then sealed, and a
wishing well was built over it. That was the last
time Lizzie saw Wonderland.
Every day Lizzie would visit the wishing well
and wish with all her heart to
go home. One day, as Lizzie
was sitting by the well, Kitty
appeared. Lizzie shared how
much she wanted to go home,
but she knew the rabbit hole
wouldn’t reopen.
“This is all just part of the
story,” Kitty said.
“Not my story,” Lizzie
replied as she sat next to Kitty.
“I can’t be myself here. Everyone
thinks I’m mad.”
“Lizzie, we’re all mad,” Kitty said,
laughing. “We’re from Wonderland
after all. Madness makes us special,
especially here.”
But nothing Kitty could say would make
Lizzie feel better.
Then Kitty’s wide Cheshire grin spread across
her face. “I know just what you need to feel
better.”
In an instant, they appeared on the school’s
playing field. Kitty vanished, then reappeared
carrying a large sack. “Since you miss home so
much, we should bring a little bit of home here,”
Kitty said. She turned the sack upside down, and
out came flamingos and hedgehogs! To Lizzie,
that could only mean one thing: Wonderland
croquet!
As they set up the field, Madeline Hatter
walked over to them with Cedar Wood, the
daughter of Pinocchio. Maddie was chipper
as ever. “Crowns and kettles, together again,”
she said in Riddlish, greeting her fellow
Wonderlandians.
Maddie told Lizzie that she was helping Cedar
find her voice as an artist. Lizzie’s eyes lit up. She
realized this was her chance to help someone
who was lost, just like Alice was in Wonderland.
For a brief moment, Cedar was her new Alice.
Lizzie presented Cedar with a riddle. “Paint
the roses red,” she said, meaning that Cedar
should take time to search her heart for what
truly inspired her. When Cedar finally figured
out the riddle, they shared a smile. Cedar found
her answer, and Lizzie did, too. It just took her a
while to realize it.
Lizzie went straight to the White Queen’s
office to apologize for how she had behaved that
morning. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Your Majesty the
White Queen,” she said. “I was angry, but that’s
no hexcuse for losing my manners. Ever since
we fled our home, I’ve been so focused on my
sadness, when I should be helping others like
the future Queen of Hearts Wonderlandians
need.”
Slowly, Mrs. Her Majesty
the White Queen smiled and
invited Lizzie to talk about
what was making her sad.
Lizzie explained that
she hadn’t felt much
like herself, but she
had finally figured
out why.
She’d felt fairy far away from home ever since
the rabbit hole was sealed. She and all the
Wonderlandians were cut off from the unique
magic that made them special.
Lizzie and Mrs. Her Majesty the White Queen
came up with a plan to help the Wonderlandians
feel more connected to their home. They would
build a special place filled with Wonderland
enchantments, right by the wishing well, and
call it Wonderland Grove.
Lizzie felt like her old self again. Just because
she couldn’t go back to Wonderland didn’t mean
she couldn’t make Ever After High her new
home. Ever after all, the Queen of Hearts is the
heart of Wonderland. And home is always where
the heart is.
Ginger Breadhouse
Before Ginger Breadhouse’s
first day at Ever After High,
her mom—the Candy
Witch from Hansel
and Gretel—told her
the secret ingredient
for making it through
school: the eviler, the
better. But Ginger didn’t
like that idea. She was tired of
people following breadcrumbs to
her gingerbread cabin in the Dark
Forest, only to run away screaming,
“Witch, witch!”
Ginger thought good food should bring
people together. That’s all she ever wanted to do.
So when it came time to complete her midterm
hexam, in which Ginger was supposed to trap
Helga and Gus Crumb—the next Hansel and
Gretel—and prepare them for a witch’s stew,
she instead prepared a five-course dinner and
thanked them for coming after they
ate their fill. That change did
not go over well with her
teacher Madam Yaga or
Headmaster Grimm.
Ginger was called to
Madam Baba Yaga’s office
to discuss her hexam
performance. Madam Baba
Yaga sat behind her desk
next to a scowling Helga
and her hysterically sobbing
cousin, Gus.
Helga pointed an accusing finger at Ginger.
“You vere supposed to put Gus in de cage!”
she said.
“All I vanted vas to eat candy!” Gus added
between sobs. “Now ve flunked and it’s all
your fault!”
Ginger’s heart raced. Why hadn’t she just
done what she was told? She felt like she’d let
everyone down.
Madam Baba Yaga grinned
toothily. “Oh, nobody failed.
Helga and Gus have passed
because they tried to do
their part,” she explained
to Ginger’s relief. “But,
Ginger, we’re only going
to give you one more
chance. This time, I’ll play
Gretel, and the headmaster will play Hansel. I’d
suggest no funny business.”
That night, Ginger didn’t get a wink of sleep.
Her eyes ached as she dragged herself to the
Castleteria the next morning and mumbled
her breakfast order: three little candied bacon
cupcakes with Maple SyrUp-on a Time ice cream
in a Wonderland waffle cone.
Hagatha grunted, and bounced two scoopfuls
of watery scrambled eggs on top of rubbery
sausage patties. “NEXT!”
Ginger sat at the table in the farthest corner
and began seasoning her breakfast. Seasoning
food always helped take her mind off things.
But Ginger couldn’t forget about the retest. She
didn’t want to be a villain, but she did want to
cook. And Ginger knew that if she failed, she
might never get to cook again.
Over the next several days, Ginger baked
enough desserts to feed a giant. But at the end
of each day, she always seemed to be a few treats
short. She thought someone must have been
snacking behind her back. So on the fourth day,
Ginger cooked hextra-sticky buns. They were
cinnamony, gooey, and had a spell that made the
person who ate them stick in place.
As soon as the first batch was set to cool,
Ginger heard someone holler, “Hey! Let go!”
“Gotcha!” Ginger shouted as she spun
around. “Cerise?”
Cerise Hood, the daughter of Little Red
Riding Hood, was stuck to the
pastry. “Sorry; it just smelled so
good. I didn’t think you’d miss
one or two.”
“Or three or four or ten,”
Ginger said, laughing as she
reached into the cooler for an
unfreeze pop. She wasn’t
upset her friend had
been sneaking desserts.
Cerise devoured
the pop and slowly
unfroze.
“Say, these are great. What kind of spell did
you put on these to make them so delicious?”
Cerise asked, admiring the chocolate doughnuts.
“They’re just regular doughnuts,” Ginger said.
“People just can’t get enough.” Then Ginger had
an idea! She knew just what to do to complete
her fairytale without being a villain.
Later that week, Ginger was as cool as an
ever-chill mint for her retest. She played her part
just as it was written. She trapped “Hansel” in a
cage, and shackled “Gretel” to the wall. Then it
was time to put her plan into action.
“You must eat, boy!” Ginger said as she slid
a tray piled high with doughnuts to Headmaster
Grimm, who was pretending to be Hansel.
Playing the part, Headmaster Grimm bit
into his first doughnut. “It’s quite good
actually,” he said, slipping out of
character. “Is this porridge cream
pie? Simply delicious! I must have
the recipe!”
Before too long, Headmaster
Grimm devoured the entire tray.
Ginger slid him another. And another.
The headmaster couldn’t stop himself!
He ate all the desserts, just as Hansel was
supposed to in Ginger’s fairytale. He was stuffed,
but happy. Madam Baba Yaga announced that
Ginger had done her part and passed her hexam.
“That was some trick you pulled. What kind
of sorcery did you use? Some kind of ever-
eating spell?” Madam Baba Yaga asked as one
eyeball widened.
“No sorcery,” Ginger replied. “
I don’t want to
be a villain. I hoped that if Headmaster Grimm
loved what I baked, he just might let me tell a
new story.”
That night, in the Throne Economics room,
Ginger hosted her first MirrorCast.
“Welcome to Spells Kitchen, where the secret
ingredient to happiness is good food,” she said
cheerfully into the camera. “On today’s episode,
we’re making doughnuts.”
Farrah Goodfairy
Outside the Magicology classroom, laughter
filled the halls of the school. Inside
the room, however, Farrah
Goodfairy, the daughter of
the Fairy Godmother from
Cinderella’s story, was
nervously meeting
with the Three Fairies
Council.
For months, Farrah
had worked on the most
important test that every
Fairy Godmother must
pass—the Cinderella Ball
Gown and Glass Slipper test.
She’d personally selected her creative team:
Wonderland’s future Queen of Hearts, Lizzie
Hearts, who had a knack for designing dresses;
and Cedar Wood, Pinocchio’s daughter, who was
the most talented painter in school.
Now the Three Fairies were concerned
about Farrah’s fairytale progress.
They’d heard that Ashlynn Ella, the
daughter of Cinderella, had
fallen in love with Hunter,
the son of the Hunstman.
