Ileana.
âWhat
is
it?â
âNot telling,â she said. Then she smiled an evil grin that transformed her from an innocent princess into something much more disturbing. (It was stuff like this that made it easy to believe the princess was actually part villain.)
I waited for Jez to make a smart comeback, but none came. Jezebel and Ileana, being a countess and princess respectively, had locked horns, or
tiaras
, on more than one occasion. Normally, the arrival of the bubbly blond princess at our table was enough to start a cat-a-bat fight, but Jez didnât even seem to notice. She was engrossed in her newsparchment. On the front was a big article about a famous superhero.
âThereâs that snooty Doctor Do-Good again,â I said, leaning in to read the cover of Jezâs paper.
âWho?â asked Ileana, also leaning forward.
âHeâs in charge over at the superhero school,â I said.
âOh, yeah!â said Wolf Junior, his ears pricking up. âHeâs always in the news lately. Last month, one of hisstudents saved some girl from a tower where a witch had her locked up. Used her hair for a rope.â
âHmm. Resourceful,â said Ileana.
I exchanged a knowing smile with her. The princess and I had some experience escaping from tower prisons.
âAnd a couple weeks ago, another one of his students saved some comatose princess,â I said. âApparently an evil fairy clubbed her with a spinning wheel or something like that.â
âOooh. It says here his son was kicked out of hero school after failing a Quest,â said Ileana.
âA Quest?â asked Wolf.
âYeah, you know how villains go on Plots. Well, a Quest must be like a Plot for superheroes,â said Ileana. âListen.â
She read aloud:
Prominent local hero Doctor Do-Good was shamed and saddened by the recent news that his son, Deven Do-Good, failed a Quest to overthrow the sinister villain known as Morgana LeFay. Deven was a student at his fatherâs academy, Doctor Do-Goodâs School for Superior Superheroes.
Beside Jezebel, Dodge leaned around to look at the article with the rest of us. This finally got Jezebelâs attention, and she lowered the newsparchment to find all of us staring.
âDo you
mind
?â she asked, giving us all a death glare.
âHey!â Ileana said, leaning over now to read the rest of the article. âPhoto on page ten!â
She snatched the paper from Jezebel and riffled through until she found the photo. âAww. Theyâre both wearing masks,â she said sadly.
âWell, if I had a name like Deven Do-Good, I wouldnât show my face in public either,â Wolf said with a chuckle. âHey!â
Dodge had knocked over his milk right into Wolfâs lunch.
âOh, sorry,â he said, but he didnât seem very sorry. He was still looking at the newsparchment.
âWhat have I told you a hundred times, Dodge?â I asked.
âWhat? Oh, uh, villains donât apologize.â His eyes kept flicking from me to Wolf to the newsparchment. Sometimes Dodge seemed so confident, and other times he acted all nervous. It was almost like he was two different people.
I leaned in to examine the photo of the dynamicDo-Good duo. The doctorâs crooked nose and whiskery beard poked out from beneath a mask. Beside him, the younger Do-Goodâs face was also mostly concealed except for his cheesy superhero grin.
âExcuse you!â Jezebel said, snatching the parchment back from Ileana. âYou know, for a princess, you have terrible manners. Reflects poorly on your upbringing.â
âSays the daughter of a bat,â said Ileana, with one of those fake smiles that girls get when theyâre not
really
happy.
âYou did
not
just go there!â said Jezebel, her hands on her hips.
âI think thatâs our cue, guys,â I said, gathering my cloak and scrambling to my feet.
Jez had