Hester was currently walking to her class of 'Curses and Deathtraps' which is taught by Ledy Lesso the Dean of Evil.

Her dark black eyes were scorching the hallways with their cruel merciless glare, inspecting and analyzing the 'competition' otherwise known as her future classmates with an unbothered expression. She was going to be above all of these spineless worms. She was far better than all of them after all. She had all that was necessary to be at the very top, intelligence above all.

She was cunning, and devious, as she was not afraid to do whatever it takes in order to get where she wants to be, however unlike many of the low class people surrounding her, she had honor and self respect, meaning that she wouldn't get as low as the dirt under her boot despite many doing such a deed.

Her demon tattoo on her neck moved around impatiently, waiting for the time it will be released to cause chaos for her binding, to tear and shred as it pleased, and to show off the great strength that it's master possesed.

Hester has already encountered her dorm roommates and she was not entirely impressed however that did not mean that they wouldn't come in handy or become useful if she needed a 'favor' or two. Despite how good one may be, she had enough consciousness to be aware that every good villain has a henchmen or two, and while some caused more trouble than helping, she would make sure that when she'll graduate she will have henchmen worthy for her value and time.

What will come of the fate of this young witch is unknown, but one thing is sure, whatever will stand in her way will perish, and whatever will prove useful will be highly rewarded. She was Hester of Ravenwood, and those lousy pinky princesses from the good side will stand no chance against her once they've become her enemy. The thought of a prince or a knight going against her made her laugh, she'd make sure they'll drop dead in their tracks with their princess watching helplessly.

She is what the new face of evil needs, without a doubt.