"I..." Professor Camilia struggled to find the words that she was looking for. She frowned and pursed her lips, biting down on her lower lip. Her hands tugged at her sleeves the way that you and your fellow peers did when you were nervous during a class presentation. A wave of fury rolled through your stomach. Was she trying to earn your empathy?
                          
"I-I must be a coward to not follow through with my beliefs," Professor Camilia managed with a cracked voice, "though I know a loss when I see one." She spoke with so much regret that you would've felt bad for her if she wasn't such a terrible person.
                          
"But I'm not going to launch into some pitiful backstory-"
                          
"We don't want a pitiful backstory," (B/f/n) snapped, interrupting the professor, "We want why you did everything you did and a confession. Admit to your evil doings and then leave to the Auradon prisons for all I care-"
                          
"Now, now," Fairy Godmother gestured at (b/f/n) to halt, "Let's hear Rosada out. Go on, Rosada."
                          
Rosada was Professor Camilia's first name? Why did you feel like you heard that name somewhere before...
                          
Professor Camilia took a deep breath and looked around the room, "This would've been a great group of students if my past didn't catch up to me like this." She turned to Carlos.

                          
"Carlos, I have to apologize to you first." Beside you, Carlos tensed and you snuck a peek at him. He somehow looked even more tired than he did this morning, and you could feel the waves of tension admitting from him. Shyly, you took his hand into yours and softly curled your fingers around his. You were there for him, and you were never going to let go.
                          
"The parental report that I had you all do...it was one of my satirical experiments," Professor Camilia smiled dryly, "the world thinks that there's only a good side or an evil side. No matter how you argue with them, they only think that people can be good or bad and that there's no in-between." She began to stride across the room, something that she usually did when giving lectures in class.
                          
"I had to learn this the hard way when I was younger. That there is only a good side and an evil side. I'm sure you VKs have had it hard in this area as well," she paused, losing the momentum that she had just built up. "But...there's another lesson I learned...and ironically, you wouldn't think that it would hurt to believe this, but it does." The professor stared directly at you and (b/f/n).
                          
"Good always wins."
                          
At this point, Fairy Godmother began to frown. Was she wondering if the professor was crazy like she was sounding? Because to you, this was so out of the professor's character. What happened to her ridicule of evil? What happened to her nonsensible grading? Why was she suddenly making sense in a way?
                          
"Fairy Godmother, do you remember teaching my year?" Professor Camilia asked quietly, "When we had the play of the Dragon War?"
                          
"Hmm, oh yes, I remember that. It was a brilliant play," Fairy Godmother recalled.
                          
"But if the play was good, why was it banned alongside the story of the Great Dragon War?" You asked.
                          
"Because it wasn't," Professor Camilia answered, "I'm sure you remember reading about it in that Historical Museum of Dragons. The heroine of the story was a murderer. Judelia was a murderer, and she killed her best friend. Yet history still considers her the heroine and good. Why? Because she won. And because she won, she's good. Good always wins, don't you see? History is written by the winners. History is good. And if history is written by the winners, how can we learn the mistakes of the past by studying it?
                          
"The only way we can change the twisted 'good' that history speaks of is by changing it ourselves! That's why I had to win!" Professor Camilia was filled with conviction, and you could see her trembling. Realizing that the room was staring at her like she was a madwoman, she calmed down. "I had to win to show that I was good. To prove to the world that that damn Lina isn't that innocent girl they thought that she was," Professor Camilia whispered the last part, her eyes glistening with emotion.