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“Maybe you should find a way to not be so rude?” Cordelia offered, knowing the statement could come off as rude in its self. She could seen that magic didn’t phase him at all, he didn’t even flinch at the threat and she knew many royals who flinched just by her walking by. She enjoyed that, watching them squirm because they didn’t understand magic. He didn’t though and she wanted to know why. “I’m sure you grew up with magic…is that why you aren’t that scared of it?”

Rolling his eyes as he comment, Mikeal found himself letting out a soft chuckle. "Maybe people should not be so easily offended." He paused at her words, looking down at his gloves. He didn't want to admit to her that he was scared of his powers, what they could do. How he had so much power, and sure he knew how to control it, but he didn't trust himself to. Slowly he took the glove off, letting a snowflake show in the palm of his hand. "I'm not scared of it, because I have it too."

Was it even worth arguing about it? When it came to excuses, his son was as good as him. Yeah, definitely something he got from him. “You’re good at charades. And losing is part of growing. It’s good for you to know how it is to lose.” he grinned. He was good with excuses as well, did he mention that?

“Fire isn’t all I can do. Magic is limitless…I could turn you into a frog.” Cordelia suggested, leaning against the cabinets behind her. Not that she would ever do that. Sure, magic was easy to tap into and it would be simple to turn him into a frog but then, she would be as evil and unstable as Auradon wanted her to be and would never give them the satisfaction. “I’ll just paint something new I guess. It’s not that big of a deal…someone really wanted to see you get in trouble though.” She laughed softly, looking around at the mostly empty classroom. They had all left when they saw Cordelia’s rage spike.

His eyebrow raised at her words, and felt his head shake a little. "Yeah, but I'm still not scared." He replied. He wasn't scared of a lot of things, but people threatening him with magic never was something that brought fear. In fact it was more a challenge, and he liked the idea of watching someone be so bold, but knowing that they would never go through with it. Very few people ever did. "A lot of people do. Probably because they think I was too rude to them, but I don't really care."

“Oh, I—” she paused, shrugging a little, “I just thought you’d want some place private while you were all frosty.” She was quiet for a moment before looking back at him. “I mean, we could test out your power her if you want. It could help you get better control.”

“Okay, Mikeal. Let’s get you somewhere less…public, okay?” Nora nodded slightly. She figured he would want to try and keep his ability under wraps. She paused for a moment, thinking. Surely he couldn’t have been too dangerous—he was just a kid, after all. “Alright, you’re going to feel a bit of a rush.” With that, she took hold of the boy, using her speed to bring him back to Star Labs’ speed lab.

“Yeah,” she replied, although she didn’t get into what exactly her ability was. With her going out as XS, it was too much of a risk. She still didn’t really know anything about the kid. Instead she gave him a slight smile as she took a small step towards him. “I’m Nora, what’s your name?”

She’s about to respond when she caught sight of his hands. She held up her hands, trying to show that she wasn’t going to hurt him. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m a meta, too…” It might not have been the best idea to admit it to someone she didn’t know, but she was hoping it would put the boy at ease.

She nodded along, but the news wasn’t something that Mal hadn’t already considered. She remembered the way Audrey glared at her and her friends, and the discomfort in Doug’s eyes when he first ran into them. There were people that were just waiting for them to slip up, and Mal had no intention of revealing her hand to them.

“I’d say that Ben’s been the only one that was actually welcoming to us,” She admitted with a shrug. “And, I guess you, sort of.”

"Well Ben is nice to everyone." He replied with a shrug, remembering how welcoming Ben was to everyone who came to Auradon. Especially when Mal and the rest of the kids from the Isle showed up. Granted Mikeal didn't have a real opinion on the idea, and honestly found it funny at how much everyone in Auradon had lost their minds when they first announced the proclamation.

"I wouldn't say I was nice, just not horrible."

He looked up at the words, shaking his head as he created a block of ice and held it to his eye. “I didn’t think it needed to be said.” He replied with a shrug, pulling his gloves on before holding the ice to his eye.

“I mean, it does run in my family to be clumsy.” A small smirk sat on his lips as he leaned back on the chair.

Mikeal paused as he heard her words. He wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to something so genuine. He didn’t like getting close to people, and well this was all new to him. Sure Audrey had a reputation, but right now, in this moment he saw something a little different.

Taking a step back towards her, Mikeal paused as he pursed his lips. “I mean I can, but I hope you know that I’m really bad at comforting people.”

@littlebjorgman liked for a starter and got nora

“Hey, kid, are you okay?” Nora can’t help but notice the teen, looking…fairly distressed. She contemplated leaving him be—most likely she couldn’t help with whatever was bothering him—but decides that she can’t. Not with a clear conscience, at least. It’s not like asking would hurt anything, after all.

Everything about him screamed guilty. Because there was no other explanation. Everyone said he did it, he was the one found with it, and he was trying to act like it wasn’t him. With an exhausted sigh, she waved her arm and the canvas bursted into flames. It only lasted for a moment before she made it stop. Though, it was already burnt and she still looked upset. She though letting out some of the feelings she was bottling up would help but it hadn’t. “Fine…it was terrible anyways. I’ll trust you didn’t do it this one time but…next time? You’ll end up like the painting. Got it?”

He covered his face as he watched the flame burst on the painting. Part of him knew that he should feel bad, just take the blame for it. But he wouldn’t, he never took the blame for anything that he didn’t do. Instead he covered his face as he watched the fire, keeping himself a safe distance from it. “Got it, but you don’t really scare me.” He replied with a shrug of his shoulders. “I mean, I can put out fire no problem.” 

“I wouldn’t know. Liars never look alike.” Cordelia huffed, pressing her hands to her hips. She understood why her parents sent her to Auradon Prep. In Narnia, her magic was accepted and she could do whatever she wanted to with it. In Auradon, it wasn’t like that and she usually tried to practice control but the destruction of her painting was really making it difficult. She felt her fingers spark up with flames for a brief moment before she took a deep breath, closing her eyes so she didn’t do anything she regretted to the Prince of Arendelle. “Okay…then. How about you tell me who did it then?”

"Well I'm not a liar." He defended, his hands balling into fists as he looked up at her. He knew that he could protect himself, even just with his words over his powers. But that didn't mean that he wanted to. He was tired of people assuming things instead of accepting the truth. "I don't know." He responded, the confidence backing his tone. "It was like that when I walked in here." Which is exactly what a guilty person would say, and he knew that. But he didn't really have another answer.

❝ i’m not lying to you ! believe me ! ❞ ( @littlebjorgman​ (Mikeal and Cordelia) )

If there was one thing most people in Auradon Prep knew it was to never anger Cordelia. She was usually sweet and helpful, keeping to herself most of the time. But angry? She was a loose canon. The biggest reason was because she wasn’t scared of using her magic, like all the other magic users in Auradon who feared King Adam’s wrath. She didn’t care for it and, right now, it seemed like Mikeal was on the receiving end of her rage.

“Everyone told me that you did it! You are telling me that everyone lied!?” She exclaimed, her hands twitching at her sides. “Just…Just say you ruined my painting and maybe I’ll forgive but don’t lie to me!”

Careful was not his strong suit. In fact he pretend like he was more coordinated then he really was. But that didn't really seem to be an issue, usually he could handle it. But this, this was something else. He didn't actually ruin the painting, he didn't really know who did. He just happened to be the one to discover it, and that left him to take the blame. "Look, you can choose to not believe me. But pretty sure liar is not in my list of qualities." He felt his hand pull on the edge of his gloves, making sure that they were on. He could defend himself if he needed to, but he was too scared of his powers to use them when his emotions were this high.