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Mal frowned as Audrey kept asking the same question over and over again.  What was it like on the Isle?  Is it as bad as people say?  Do they really eat their trash?  Mal had kinda warmed up to Audrey since coronation... not enough to necessarily admit it, but still.  That didn’t mean that Mal was going to recount her whole life story to the prissy pink princess.

“Audrey... and I do mean this with the utmost respect, shut up.  Seriously, you don’t want to know the answers you’re asking for.”  Audrey would probably have her head literally explode if she learned how horrible the kids on the Isle were living... that was if the princess cared about anything other than herself.  And, normally, Mal would say she did, but sometimes... sometimes, she wasn’t so sure.

Coming to the isle had been a difficult decision, in fact she was surprised when she received the invitation as she never saw any of the isle children as her friends and she assumed the same for them, but what made the choice difficult was her own mother. Sure Narissa had been angry over Nerina not being chosen in the first wave of students to be sent over (mostly because how dare they choose Maleficent’s daughter over hers) yet when Nerina had gotten the invitation she’d been furious, however Nerina went anyway.

Now here she was no longer wearing tattered clothes walking down the hallway with hero’s children going to.........class. “Ugh this place is too goody goody.” she thought out loud.  “And now I’m lost.” This place seemed more confusing then the damn Isle. Although Nerina hated asking for help she didn’t have a choice because she’s been roaming the hallways for 15 minutes and still hasn’t found the room. Looking around she spotted another student. “Hey you! Stop!” 

It had only been about a month or so since he was freed from his prison on the Isle by Zeus. Since then he’d enrolled in Auradon Prep, not because he needed to learn anything, but to give him a chance to get to know the one day rulers of the land. He’d always believed that as a god, even a god of death, getting to know the mortals of each generation was important. That and he found that many times his best of friends where mortals. 

Mal looked over to Audrey when she commented about the mud that was dragged up in the path between the house and the shed she was currently set up in.  Her easel was out, sporting a fresh painting in the process of drying as she was sprouted out on a chair, her legs on a table, as she sketched in her sketchbook... that she, admittedly stole, but the owner didn’t actually mind, so where was the harm?

“If mud, outside, bothers you so much, Princess, take it up with Mother Nature.”  Sure, she knew it was likely from her boots, which she spent a good ten minutes in here cleaning, that was to blame, but she couldn’t be bothered to let Little Miss Golden Child treat her like the adults in this house.  “I’m sure you’ll just sing a lovely little tune and all the birds and wildlife will come to your aid to help you rid the world of mud once and for all.  I just hope they thank you before they realize that all of their food can’t grow without the dirt the mud it’s made from.”

Was she laying on the princess joke a little thick?  Perhaps.  But the sooner it got her the peace and quiet she wanted before having to go back into that house and be reminded that she was unwanted since birth and that was why she slept up in the old breezy tower on nothing but a straw mattress and a blanket that had long outlived its usefulness.  She was certain the only reason why she never got sick was because the curse had to keep things the same as it always has been.  

Mallory sat there on her bed at the school.  Like expected, Ben wasn’t overly happy when she admitted to him that she took the limo, but, when she explained to him that she just had to get away after a particularly bad argument with Audrey, he decided he understood.  Unfortunately, it was a lie.  The particularly bad argument didn’t happen until after they had gotten back to Auradon.  For now, it seemed that Audrey was keeping quiet about the Sleeping Curse, and the trip to the Isle, but she had no idea how long that was going to last.  Audrey had made it quite clear that she hated her.  But she had to know.  That comment about Maleficent was far too pointed, far more fact, for Audrey.  There was something behind it, and she needed to know what Audrey seemed to think she had over her.

Which meant she had to corner her and talk to her.  She knew she’d never get her to talk to her about it when they were public, and she could already tell that it was not a conversation she wanted anyone else hearing.  Which meant Audrey’s room.  She was one of the few princesses that had their own room at the school, and, if legend had it, her closet was soundproofed to keep relaxation to a maximum... or something like that.

So she slipped out of her room and into Audrey’s before she could get Audrey to yell out, shutting the door behind her.  And, with that, her arms folded in front of her chest.

“We have to talk,” she said quietly, before Audrey had a chance to yell out.  Hopefully, the fact that Mallory was back to her normal blonde looks and Auradon-styled outfits helped.  Heck, she and Audrey had bought the shirt she was wearing together about two months before she came here.  Hopefully that appealed to the other girl.  “I get that you hate me.  I don’t know what I did to get you to hate me, only that it happened long before Ben came into the picture.  What I do know is that I lost control of my magic when that curse happened.  It was not intentional, and yes, I got scared.  I didn’t think anyone would believe me when I told them that it was an accident and that I had no idea how I even did it.  So I came up with the only solution I could think of to get you out of the curse without involving anyone... even if that meant going to the one place that scared me the most.  I don’t even want to think about what might have happened if someone saw us there.  But you only spent about an hour in it, and, according to my mom’s notes, you shouldn’t experience any of the after effects.  I really do hope you find it in you to forgive me.  And I... I know you don’t owe me anything, but... if you made that comment about Maleficent for any other reason then to hurt me, please... just tell me.”

To say that Snow wanted this conversation to happen was a definite lie.  She didn’t want to admit that she was nervous about Evie being here, just like Audrey was nervous about Mal being here, but someone had to talk to Audrey about her attitude, before it drove a wedge between her and Ben.  The kids of the villains being here was Ben’s proclamation, his project.  Which meant his girlfriend not supporting it would only push him away.  And maybe Audrey didn’t realize that.

Which was exactly why she had stopped Audrey in the hall and invited her into her classroom and closed the door behind them.