( * / 𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 )

The smirk returned, lopsided. “And hey, careful sayin’ nice things like that out loud. Pirate or not, I do remember stuff like that.”

" You know I do not say things I do not mean. "

“Oh, so what I got so far is that you’re calling me a fickle creature,” She winked, teasing him. She loves joking around, making the conversation light-hearted, so people come and talk to her. Malia took a deep breath before replying. She doesn’t know her goal, but she knows what's in her heart. That has to count for something? “When we were given the chance to be free, I took it. The majority of us want revenge for our parents, and I just wanted to run away from her.” Morgana was definitely not Mother of the Year. Hell, every parent on the Isle should never become parents. “My goal in life is to help people, sounds cliché, but I want to show these Auradon losers that we’re not our parents and we can make our own mark. I've been working back-to-back double shifts at the hospital, even to demonstrate to the head staff that I can be good. You understand, right?” 

"I would be if you were my muse, but that spot is still on reserve." And he hoped it remained that way forever. He preferred to keep the source of his inspiration a more abstract target. His own feelings were complicated enough without involving another person. "Honestly, I don't see why everyone hates the comparison. Yes, my father was no gem. More of a squid, actually," he shrugged. "But feeling the need to prove myself just because people who have never cared about us before are feeling judgy - I'll pass." He was not above any other villain child, but he only did things because he wanted to. "I mean, it's pretty bogus that you have to work twice as hard just to achieve the bare minimum results as any other nurse. Well, to be fair, you're a kinder person than I, so your way of thinking will probably do you better here." The rules of the Isle no longer applied, and he saw how others, and even himself, were struggling with that.

Ulyana smirks at her new recent design, damn, she is really good. Capturing the true essence of a person's character, she knows what makes people pop. When Anthony Tremaine asks Ulyana to make him some royal outfits, you know Ulyana can’t turn down money. The economy is expensive. Plus, Anthony is like a dear friend, always someone she likes, and that's part of her inner circle.  “So, you are spending a lot of money to make yourself look like a prince? What do you think is missing?”

Anthony's eyes slid over his own figure, taking in every stitch and every inch of fabric of his new suit. Since this will be his first real ball, the faux balls he threw in his childhood do not count, he would spare no expense to make sure he was more than well dressed. "It needs to sparkle. Not with actual glitter. That's far too gaudy, but something that will catch the light at the perfect angle." He tilts his head. "A good pocket square or better cufflinks should do the job." He knew he could be frank with Ulyana without her taking it as an insult. They both had a good eye for detail or else he would have never come to her to begin with.

“Attention Auradon citizens, please sign this petition to change the history books. WE MUST TELL THE REAL HISTORY OF AURADON!” Willa screams with a microphone, gathering everyone's attention. Slowly, some came by and signed the petition, while most ignored her. Willa gave the petition to someone to walk towards someone who caught her eye. “Well… Well… Well…” A guy from the past. Harry Hook. The history between Harry and Willa is not the best, but they were a siuationship. She would always go by the docks because she had an alliance with Uma, and they crossed paths. Really just friends with benefits… without being friends.  “Harry Hook, what brings you to the University. Last time I checked, you are unemployed and not a student?”

Harry was departing from campus since he had failed to persuade Gil to skip another one of his classes. He knew he should find other ways to fill his time when Gil was busy, but he could only pester Uma for so long before she threw him off the ship. There was the thought that he should consider a job, but he was too likely to hook anyone who was not Uma if they felt they could boss him around. His sulking was interrupted by a familiar face. " Yer checkin' on me ? Ye shouldn't 'ave, " he remarked in favor of giving her a real answer. " What's t'at fer ? " He nodded to the microphone.

Malia had no idea what to expect when she was invited to King's Castle. It was an honor and a privilege. She wasted no time getting dressed in the nicest outfit she could afford. This means everything; she could finally show King Ben that not all villain kids are destined for evil. Putting a lot of work overtime, she showed everyone at the hospital that she may be the daughter of Morgana, but she is nothing like her mother. She is here for her own destiny and to control her own life.  “Your Mastery, let me say it’s an honor to be invited to this lovely home of yours,” Malia said as she walked through the doors. Granted, she was lost trying to find the office Ben occupied, but with luck and help, she was able to find it. With the biggest smile on her face, she held her breath, trying to help ease all the anxiety going on in her head and the butterflies in her stomach. Is it normal to be nervous? “What– I mean, how can I be of service?”

" I know your time is important, so I will get straight to the point. It has come to my attention that our healthcare system might not be equipped to handle the needs of our transitioning citizens. " He paused before continuing. " And I wanted to ask the opinion of someone who would have a more personal insight of the situation. "