"Oh no, how troubling," Rowyn Fitzherbert muttered to her sister, who giggled in response.

"You know," Poppy Dennison chimed in. "You guys don't know about the wand stealing business. So why don't you trust them?"

Chad flushed and looked away to avoid answering.

I don't know which was worse: Bennyboo or Bennybear, Ben thought with an inward shudder.

"Audrey Stephanie," Aurora warned, her tone slightly darker than usual. "I believe an apology is in order."

Audrey glared but bit back the retort. "My apologies, King Beast. Queen Belle."

The aforementioned royals nodded as a sign of acceptance toward the apology but the slight glares on their faces did not soften.

"You're forgetting one," Aurora said and this time Audrey did splutter in shock.

"Oh, and she doesn't have to apologize for eavesdropping on my conversation!"

"You were twenty feet away from her locker," Aurora stated. "Even if she didn't want to, Mal would have heard your conversation. Even with your 'whisper'."

Audrey glared in defiance, causing Aurora to sigh with an air of disappointment.

"Very well, three weeks. Starting as soon as you get home."

"Now dear," Queen Leah tried to steer Aurora toward leniency for Audrey.

"Not. A. Word, mother."

"You know, I had my doubts but they don't seem to be causing too much harm," Belle whispered to Beast.

"Even with the whole wand business?"

"I have a feeling Mal'll do the right thing," Belle told him. "Ben seems to have taken from my side in terms of falling in love."

"I know, I know," Ben chuckled. "It'd take all the fun out of it."

"You know, Mal," Rachel said. "If you want to come over at some point in the summer, mom usually has a painting contest where we paint the craziest things we can on the wall of the dungeons since they're hardly ever used. You'd be awesome at that!"

"Sounds fun," Mal told her with a genuine smile. Art was one of the few things she was proud to be good at and it was actually really freeing to not have to hide it from her mother—since art wasn't 'evil'.

"So, why the squeak?" Mal asked, turning to Jane.

"Nervous habit," Jane told her.

"No one uses that bathroom," Jane explained. "It's the closest to the faculty lounge."

"Ah," Mal nodded. "That explains why no one else came in while we were talking."

"You're welcomed to it," Jane Darling muttered under her breath. Yes, she was fond of her name but there were too many Jane's in Auradon.

A few girls winced at that. They hadn't been the nicest to Jane and they hadn't thought how the young fairy would have taken that.

"She's good," Jasmine whispered. She knew Mal was still after the wand but it was a better plan than just going to the museum.

Fairy Godmother frowned at that. Jane was one of the smartest, nicest girls she knew. Surely people were clamoring to be her daughter's friend?

"I am not used to giving complements," Mal said upon realizing many eyes were locked on her. "On the Isle, if it wasn't peppered with little insults, people thought you were weak."

"And by people, she means our parents," Evie added.

"Um, hold up," Kristoff said with a raised eyebrow. "Maleficent's spell book has a spell for hair?"

"Yeah," Mal nodded.

"Why?"

Fairy Godmother sighed. While she wasn't happy about Mal using magic on her daughter, she couldn't deny that Jane looked stunning with that hair.

"What other features?" Carlos muttered. "Once you did the hair, she went from an 9 to a 10."

Anita put a hand over her mouth to hide her smile, having heard Carlos' mutter. The young De Vill was not as quiet as he thought he was.

Fairy Godmother sighed once more. This is why she steered away from using magic, so her daughter wouldn't think that magic was the solution for everything.

"I think Jane was just insulted," Scamp whispered to Angel, brushing a bit of his grey hair out of his eyes.

"I think that's Mal's idea," Angel whispered back, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Then why not set up a magic damping barrier like you did for the Isle?" Carlos asked. "That way, no one gets magic and everyone's happy."

"I'll have to look into that," Fairy Godmother said with a smile.

"That was a low blow," Evie whispered to Mal.

"You think I don't know that? We spend our days wondering if our own parents love us, I was not a fan of putting that doubt in Jane," Mal whispered back.

Fairy Godmother sighed in relief. At least she had conveyed to Jane that she loved her and her daughter didn't fall for Mal's trick.

A few students jumped at Mal's sudden exclamation.

"What face?" Evan asked.

"Oh!"

"If it were anyone else, I'd say that would do it," Kitty Charming, Chad's younger sister, said with a chuckle. "But Fairy Godmother's a tough nut to crack."

"Old Cindy," Cinderella chuckled. "I like it."

"Mal does seem to find ways of making us realize we're humans," her husband nodded, keeping his voice down in case someone found fault in what he was saying.

"Kit, it's not that," Cinderella sighed. "Having to watch what I said all the time around my step mother, I have to admire Mal's frankness."

"Thinking about your step mother and her daughters?" Kit asked, rubbing his wife's shoulder.

"Yes," Cinderella nodded. "I know why Ben denied my request for the offspring of either of Drizella or Anastasia, if they exist, since he didn't want to be seen showing favoritism, but I wish they could have been brought with the four."

"There's always the next batch," Kit told her with a smile.

"You know, young fairies are supposed to be around sources of magical power to help them harness theirs," Jane said. "Since you were on the Isle, it probably helped that your mom somehow got her scepter."

Carlos and Jay couldn't help but chuckle at that. It was so not-Mal.

"So why didn't you leave the bathroom after that?"

"I had to use it," Mal said with a shrug.

"Hey Chad, are you in line for a throne," Kitty giggled.

"Shut it."

"Chad, watch your tone around your sister," Kit warned.

"Why did you perk up at Cinderella?" Jamie asked.

"Safer than a son of Snow White," Evie told her. "Mother probably would be furious that I even considered it."

"Hey!"

"Don't make me bring up the homework thing again," Mal told him and then turned to Fairy Godmother. "How did you guys not realize that his homework had different style of handwriting every time?"

"We didn't look that closely," Fairy Godmother told her. "Now we will."

Chad couldn't help but feel a little bad at that. From what they had seen, the Isle was a horrible place—it would make sense why someone as comfort driven as Evie would want to live with a prince.

He wasn't saying that he could trust any of them, but he did feel a tad guilty about stringing Evie along and then going out with Audrey.

Oh, bibbidi, his mother was going to kill him when that moment came.

"It wasn't review," Evie said. "I've never paid attention in class though. Mother always said that boys don't like smart girls."

"And I always told you that your mother is full of crap and a dumb girl wouldn't survive ten minutes on the Isle," Mal told her.

A few kids chuckled at Evie's joke, knowing the fear of not knowing the answer when brought to the chalkboard.

"I'm going to let this bit of cheating slide," Fairy Godmother told her. "If only because your teacher should have double checked the curriculum of the Isle schools and made sure that—"

"Oh, we didn't have chemistry in our old school," Mal told her. "You really wanted villain kids in a room with chemicals that could blow stuff up?"

"That explains amu," Doug said with a chuckle. "Normally we say A.M.U or Atomic Mass Unit."

"Chad's taking notes?" Kitty gasped.

"If he says a woman, I'm going to find a way to punch him through the screen," Mulan muttered to Shang.

Mal couldn't help but glare softly at that, knowing the pain Chad would cause her friend.

"Wasn't that the girl you said was trouble?" Poppy asked Chad, her arms folded over her chest.

"Doug looks so done," Kiara chuckled.

"Wouldn't you be done too if you were around people gazing into each other eyes?" Kovu asked.

"Considering you spend most of your time staring into my sister's eyes, I don't think you have room to talk," Kion said, rolling his eyes as Kovu stuck out his tongue.

"Wait, you're dating my sister?" Kopa asked, looking at his little sister in concern.

"Honestly Kopa, you've been out of school for two years," Kiara told him. "Who I date is not your concern!"

"Does Dad know?"

"Yes! And dad likes Kovu," Kiara added. "And thanks Kion for telling him. I just really wanted an overprotective big brother experience today."

"You're welcome!"