The Little Isle Girl

“So it IS really - really true!?” Honestly Dizzy hadn’t actually believed it when she had been told about there being a day where people dressed up and got given free candy. Candy that wasn’t gross or poisoned at least. But if Mal said it was true, then of course it must really be true. Her eyes lit up behind her glasses as she leaned against the purple haired girl, humming softly as she thought about it before shaking her head, “I don’t know, I didn’t know I had to be someone that wasn’t myself - but it might be fun! Are you going to get free candy too Mal?”

💚 Mun is Answering This 💚Okay this is one of the HARDEST questions someone has ever asked me about Dizzy... So...Songs to describe this precious little Rainbow-Child... I actually DO have a playlist, some describe her others just make me think of her so yeah...so... I’ll just list most of them here.. ;)True Colours - Anna Kendrick & Justin Timberlake AND This one. This is Me - Originally from The Greatest Showman When your Feet don’t Touch the Ground - from the Finding Neverland MusicalSuperheroes - The Script Back to Beautiful - Sofia Carson (... Hi Evie xD) This is The Time - Superchick A Million Dreams -  Yes another song Originally from The Greatest Showman (But this cover okay.. omg 💚)Firework - Katy Perry 

EVIE!!!

Evie had only caught the tail end of the harassment Dizzy had been receiving but it had been enough to trigger her queenly reflexes, one doesn’t live with the evil queen for 16 years, without understanding how to run a room.

“Scatter” she commanded, standing even taller in her heels than usual. She watched as the younger girls broke off in every direction murmuring slight apologies as they went. 

Brushing them aside, Evie immediately darted over to the young girl who had began frantically picking up papers off of the cold linoleum floor.

“Are you okay? Here, let me help you” Evie said bending down next to the small brunette and scooping up a handful of what she now realized were letters. Seeing the gently curve of an “E” on the front, the princess flipped over the envelope and realized the letter was addressed to her, in fact they almost all were. 

Her eyes scanned the ground and saw her name flash before her eyes over and over in the same delicate font, Evie thought it might be a better conversation for private but could feel the girls eyes on her now taking in the reaction. 

“Dizzy…I”

Dizzy didn’t even notice Evie’s sudden appearance until the others were indeed suddenly scattering. It was far from the first time that the blue haired girl had saved her, on the Isle it wasn’t a hugely uncommon thing at all for either Mal or Evie, sometimes even Jay stepping in to help when the small Tremaine girl was picked on. This time though it truly did upset her as she tucked yet another small handful of crumpled letters into her backpack - tears already building behind her glasses as she tried to hide them as quickly as she could.

They were letters, mostly for Evie - but ones that she didn’t ever think would be seen by anyone but herself. They were special though and those mean ‘princesses’ had infact stood on several of them much to Dizzy’s horror as she held one of the ones that now bore a footprint right across the paper. She was staring at this one in particular when she noticed a flash of a familiar blue at her side. Her head tilting slightly to peer up at Evie, a look of sudden surprise - a flash of fear crossing her own face as she notices that Evie had picked up one of the letters meant for her.

Even with as many as there were, Dizzy knew from around when each one had been written purely based on the paper. Clean - white printed paper was well, an extremely uncommon thing on the Isle - in Auradon though, Dizzy had quickly found a lot of the pretty paper since arriving. So on the Isle she had used just about any kind of paper she could that could infact be written on. the one that Evie was holding was one such one, written on a slightly yellowed paper she had managed to get from a blank page in a note book she found not long after Evie and the others had first come to Auradon. Each letter was carefully written - but that one and others from that time, she knew held some tear stains within them.

“I..” she stutters and tucks a few more -including the one now baring a footprint - into her bag, scrambling now to grab them all before any more were stood on. “C-Can we go somewhere else..? Please Evie.” The small girl looks around, seeing no more papers she hugs the bag to her chest, her free hand gently grasping onto the blue haired girls - already leading Evie with her, away from where they were standing and towards the small room Dizzy had been given as her own. Evie had seen them - she knew they were letters... maybe it was time these letters were sent to where they belonged.

Maybe.. There was this really mean witch who sometimes came into Curl up & Dye, she always said mean things to me and usually I ignored it. But this one day and Evie was with me and she kept saying mean things about Evie… Granny told me to finish cutting her hair.. So I did.

Her first instinct was to shout, ‘hey,  watch where you’re going!’ to the person who had just collided into her, resulting in her dropping her books onto her feet. She winces, holding in her yelp as she sees that it’s just Dizzy. And there was no way she was about to yell or even get upset at Dizzy.

“Oh, h-hey, Dizzy,” she greets the girl while collecting her books off of the floor. “You alright? I bumped into you pretty hard there.”

She really did need to make sure her Isle-Instincts didn’t totally go away, she needed to be more careful - to pay better attention to things going on around her. Almost everyone in Auradon, at least that she knew - was older than herself, and on the Isle she had to be cautious to survive. Now she was doing things that she had gotten into scrapes for when she was much younger on the Isle - bumping into other people was always a dangerous thing.

But relief flooded her face as she saw who it was she had bumped into, quickly scrambling to pick up a book or two, eager to help, “Quilla!” A wide smile lit up her face seeing the older girl, “I’m alright - I’ve had far worse when bumping into people before, I’m sorry for bumping into you - but it’s so good to see you! I was so bored and had nothing to do, but I am sorry for not seeing you - can I help you with anything? Or can we do something together? I’d love to talk with you more!” There it was, her pep was back in her step as she spoke quickly.

Cora’s mother would be frumious with her for not paying attention to her surroundings (assassins could be lurking anywhere), but Conner hadn’t possessed her in a while, and truth be told, Cora was beginning to feel…almost safe at Auradon Prep. It wasn’t comfortable, or familiar, but it wasn’t threatening, nor was it an environment like the Isle, where you had to constantly be on your guard. Consequently, Cora had spent less time surveying her surroundings recently and been spending more time with her nose buried in books from Auradon’s library. Such was the case when she walked straight into a smaller figure.

“Oh! Sorry, Dizzy!” Cora apologized, embarrassed.

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Usually Dizzy was far more careful, at least on the Isle she had been far more cautious in where she was going and always did her best to pay more attention for other people. But Auradon seemed to be dimming some of the cautiousness that she had been known for, in her opinion though - she wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing. So the fact that she ended up impacting with someone else - someone taller than herself and sent Dizzy tumbling to the ground - well she was starting to think it was a bit of a bad thing.

But she gave a small sigh of relief, quickly offering a small smile as she recognized the voice before she even looked up. “Hi Cora!” she spoke as she got back to her feet, easily brushing off their bumping into each other. “It’s okay - are you alright?”

The question caught Mal a bit off guard. Her breakup with Ben wasn’t exactly public (but it was far from private either since he was the king…); but luckily it seemed that Dizzy had stayed out of all the gossip. 

“Ben and I…we aren’t together anymore, Diz.“ she sighed. She wasn’t exactly sad about it, but she did still care for him. He was the first person in Auradon to ever really care and see her as more than just a villain. 

Dizzy did hope she hadn’t said anything bad, but she trusted that Mal wouldn’t yell at her - if she had said something bad, Mal would tell her not to say something. Right? There was still the persistant voice in her head that sounded an awful lot like Granny, that when she was asking questions would often shout at her to shut up. It was annoying, and still sometimes scared her enough that she did keep her mouth closed, but at least for some people it was easy enough to ignore.

Her eyes widened when Mal did speak up, surprising the young girl enough that she actually almost tipped herself off of the bed. She had heard a few people talking about the King and Mal recently, but like she always did - she tuned it out, she had heard more than enough rumors and gossip in the past that she didn’t pay attention to those things. “Wait.. really?” she blinked several times before pulling herself up, her legs tucking under herself as she peers back at Mal.

“But... you’re not sad.. you’ve been like.. super happy lately..”, Dizzy’s head tilted slightly, looking at Mal curiously. “I don’t get it.. you were happy with him.. but now you’re happier..” it was a puzzle for sure, one that now had Dizzy very curious. Did she miss a piece of the puzzle? “I like that you’re happy Mal.”

Dizzy had found herself bored, and a bored Dizzy Tremaine was rarely a good thing. Well it wasn’t like she’d do something bad, but rather her attention wasn’t focused - which could, in many cases be a little entertaining. But for now she found herself wandering around aimlessly, her eyes darting around eager to find someone she knew - perhaps she could find someone to speak with, or many even do something with. The thought put a spring in her step but also distracted the young girl enough that she didn’t see the other person coming right towards her.

The little girl’s excitement to share her craft embraces Quilla with a warmth she had missed, reminding her of herself at a younger age. Working on her own amateur experiments, rushing off to show them to her parents each time. It hits her hard as she realizes Dizzy may not have had much of that experience, herself. Perhaps some, but she can imagine Lady Tremaine and her daughter Drizella not being the types to go out of their way to support Dizzy’s work. Or support her much at all. Yet here the girl is now, her motivation to create still burning.

“Of course, Dizz, I’d love to see more,” she insists on. Excitement bubbles up within her, too, as Dizzy agrees to work on her hair. As she asks more questions, Quilla realizes that she hadn’t fully prepared. Between tests and extra-curriculars, she hadn’t allocated enough time for herself to go shopping. “I knew I was forgetting something! Thank you so much for the reminder. I totally forgot to buy a dress for the party! Maybe I could work with something I already have…perhaps alter it…” She taps a finger to her chin for a moment, in thought. “The party’s Friday, so I don’t have much time.”

Dizzy was holding herself back the best that she could, her feet were wriggling and her hands were itching to move and grab things to show the older girl. But she was doing her best to not start bouncing around and rambling, not everyone appreciated her energy and excitement - let alone her utterly hyperactive enthusiasm. But her smile was wide and bright as she listened eagerly, the praise was something soothing really - she had rarely on the Isle heard nice things about what she made, other than from Evie - and sometimes Mal. Her Grandmother had always thought her little ‘creations’ were well - ‘a waste of space and utter trash’. Thinking the words almost made her cringe just at the memory.

The more they spoke, the more excited she was getting and it was hard to tame her excitement as ideas began to form in her mind. “Alterations are completely acceptable - and a little creative, of which I certainly admire - I’m sure if you speak with Evie she’d be more than happy to help as well even if its a last minute alteration!” Dizzy chattered happily, “Do have a color in mind for you dress though? I could help you too!”

Evie told me they were going to Auradon.