Sophie is the sister of Reginald and Bruno, and the daughter of Edmund and Alice. She fled Neovia as a child, encountering Ilere and gaining the tools she would need to grow into a powerful witch. She eventually succeeded in curing Neovia of the curse that had blighted the town. During the events of the Darkest Faerie, her shack was in the Werelupe Woods. It is unclear if she still lives there, or has moved to a different swamp.
As a girl, before leaving Neovia, Sophie looked like this:
I should've turned you into a stink beetle the moment you interrupted me, but I was too nice.
So... you think you can beat me at my own game, do you? Why, even my Meowclops could beat you. Now shoo! I'm trying out a new potion and I don't want to be bothered by your silly notions about beating my score!
What? What do you mean you want to challenge me? Oh, you want to help me make 'stew'? Well, why didn't you say so? Get in here and start putting these ingredients into the cauldron. If you assist me in the successful creation of my next potion, I may not even turn you into a Mortog when we're done...but we both know that's not very likely.
Stop standing there and help! Can't you see that I need to get this mixture ready? If you don't start helping me within ten seconds, prepare to enjoy the rest of your life as a Mortog. Now MOVE, and don't drop anything!
Augh! I have to get this potion together tonight, and I keep dropping things. Help me out. I might not turn you into a radish if you do a good enough job -- I mean, I'll give you a reward. Yeah, that's it.
You made a mistake disturbing me while I'm brewing my latest potion! Unless you want to spend the rest of your days as a Slorg, I suggest you make yourself useful.
You want to help.... me? Make my own stew? Who even let you in here? Ugh fine I guess if you are already here grab a spoon and some fish and get to mixin. This stew isn't going to make itself. I mean I could if I wanted to but where's the fun in that?
And those ingredients you promised me better be worth it Little Miss Negg! I can't remember the last time these creaky bones carried me out of my swamp. And back to Neovia of all places...
Definitely not ectoplasm.
Of course, I'm sure! Trust me, I know what ectoplasm tastes like. Really gives your nachos a little kick.
Oh, will we? I don't remember agreeing to hoof it all over Neovia!
Drat! You sure are annoyingly persistent.
Fine then your Neggnificence, for the Mutant Negg I'll tag along. No way you two knuckleheads could figure this out without my help anyway.
You mean besides a grown faerie who still dresses like a Negg threw up on her?
Ahhh, now it's all starting to come together...
Take a look around...
And I don't know many ghosts that leave footprints...
So, you finally noticed.
Precisely, and it looks like someone tried to pry it open.
No, but who's to say something didn't slip out...
And I don't think symols are native to Neovia...
Wow, guess you're smarter than you look.
HA! Thanks dimwit I needed a good laugh.
Easy, all the trouble wrought around town and your little neggfest is the work of a cadre of unusual petpets.
Want me to turn him into a slorg? Oh, how about a stink beetle? Come on let me turn him into a stink beetle!
Bet you would have liked it if I turned him into a negg instead huh?
We're going to be here all night, aren't we?
Oh, this is ridiculous all right...
Just look at the way those clumsy critters flop about, like breadfish out of water.
Well I've had enough of this mushy stuff, I'll be waiting for the ingredients you promised me back at my tower!