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“Those are sweatpants,” Emma replied drily, shaking her head at her stepsister as she continued to tug on her hand, pulling her through Dunbroch castle and in the direction of the outdoors. When she’d seen snow cascading past her through her window, she’d thought she’d been dreaming, but no -- it was a Christmas miracle, and Emma wasn’t going to miss out on one of the few things whose absence had made her homesick for Arendelle. “Come on, Persephone, no one’s going to be out driving in the snow anyway! Can’t you just... enjoy it with me? You said it yourself, it hardly ever snows here in Dunbroch, we should have fun with it while it lasts! Plus catching snowflakes on your tongue is good luck, who doesn’t want that?” she pleaded, her smile widening as she realized that there was less tugging and more of Persephone following her lead now as the front door approached.

Gwen arched her eyebrows pointedly, although knowing Gavin, he wouldn’t get the fact that she was suspicious just from a glare alone. She had to really spell things out for her brother sometimes -- and remind him that he wasn’t at all slick, no matter how hard he tried. “Uh huh... that’s not your ‘I’m gonna be sick’ face, that’s your ‘I’m a stud’ face! What did you really do in that hayride?” she asked, horrified. Gavin didn’t have any other reply but a self-satisfied grin, though, and Gwen hit him in the shoulder, her eyes darting around to try and find any girl her brother was familiar with. “Oh my Beast, the question isn’t what, it’s who, isn’t it? Gavin, that’s a ride for little kids!” she scolded, horrified.

“Right... because it’s an Arendelle cousins tradition and all,” Emma lied, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she followed Oliver away from the small crowd that they’d accumulated at Cassie’s party. Somehow, it had ended up being the game night gang, all gathered together, and her cousin had started acting weird, for no real reason that she could figure out. However, she followed his eyes to where they rested on Becca and Blake, in matching costumes, and she smacked his shoulder, making the connection between his dark look and the Daenerys and Drogo attire that kept getting complimented by their friends. “You dummy! You’re not acting weird because she’s dressed up as Blake’s fictional wife, are you? Because that’s stupid, if you are. It took everyone at Auradon Prep all of like five days to figure out she’s crazy about you -- and you know it, too. Now get back over there and stop pouting at your girlfriend! And let me rescue Will from Blake and his stupid naked abs before he does something he’s doing to regret”

“Yes, I’ve reconsidered my princess and mermaid approach and have decided this is for the best,” Emily informed David, folding her arms over her chest. It did nothing to make her feel protected, though; she still felt exposed to him, after last night’s drunk kissing session, and the way he’d ignored her at today’s carnival had stung more than she cared to admit. Still, Emily’s feelings always had a way of rising to the surface and making themselves known to everyone, particularly the person who was on the receiving end of her hostility, and so she elaborated, her voice growing in hysteria with every word. “After all, our traditional costumes are quite adorable, and our wings can be seen as beautiful by those smart enough to appreciate us. But since it’s not as though you’re willing to be seen in public with a fairy, whether they’re dressed as such or not, why should it matter to you what my costume is?”

Emily narrowed her eyes at Trevor’s statement -- he’d been one of her best friends for years, he should know by now that she didn’t go running off through dusty, stupid labyrinths made of crops. She couldn’t even believe they’d talked her into this in the first place, but for the fact that he and Melanie were impossible to say no to, and Melanie’s brother had been showering her with compliments about how the whole experience would be so much better with her there, as opposed to third-wheeling it with his sister and her boyfriend. “Trevor!” She shrieked, her blood boiling as he and Melanie got a head start, sprinting away and leaving her and Ryder at the innermost point of the maze. “Why am I starting to feel like this is a set up?” she muttered under her breath, but when Ryder didn’t hear her words, she just grumbled, “I don’t run. Do these shoes look like they were made for running?” Emily sucked in a deep breath, trying not to take her anger out on the boy beside her as they started an unwilling trudge back through the corn-walled path.

Cassie stared at the object in her hand in horror, whirling towards Amelia and leaving Gwen and Zoe jumping backwards for fear that she’d wave the sword around and slice them both in half. “You were the one who said we should follow you here! I was trusting you, I didn’t know I was leaning against the SWORD OF CAMELOT!” She usually tried so hard to keep calm, to be the pristine princess people expected her to be, but how could she be calm when she’d just accidentally pulled the most important object in Amelia’s kingdom out of the ground. The sword was supposed to go to a king, to someone who was destined to rule the land with an iron fist... Not to her! Panic bubbled in her chest as she stared at her friends, trying to calm herself as she all but shrieked, “What am I supposed to do with this?!”

“You ashamed of me, Hart?” Zay teased, taking a seat on the couch next to her anyway. He wasn’t disappointed about actually getting a chance to spend time with her without Riley there for a change, but her abrupt change from wanting to go out and prank the whole neighborhood to wanting to stay in made no sense to him... until he saw the stack of scary movies before her. “Oooooooh, nice work, Maya. Riley’d never watch this stuff with you, would she?” he asked with a grin, kicking his feet back and getting comfortable for the long night of scary movies before him. She might have been kidding about that cuddling part, but once they got to the first jump scare, Zay knew he definitely wouldn’t be...

Emily twirled, showing off the full skirt that flared out around her legs as she did so, and then stopped, facing David with a bright smile. His eyes seemed to follow her every move, and though his tone sounded appalled at her choice, his gaze told a very different story. “I believe you advised me to show the princes of Auradon what they’re missing,” she reminded him, straightening her back and jutting out her chest, emphasizing the low neckline that appeared classy rather than tasteless like many of her classmates costumes, if she did say so herself. “What better way to show them than to dress as a princess? For some of you, this may be everyday attire, but not for me, so it certainly seems allowable.” She made sure her crown was secured to her head before holding her arm out and waiting for David to take it. “Every good princess needs a handsome prince, you know. Stop staring and escort me into the ball already, Prince David.”