#swynmirabel

In which Mirabel brings Bruno to Casita and it does not go well...[takes place: March 26]

@julicta, @accident-prone-agustin, @lift-lats-luisa, @waitingona-mirabel, @letitrain-letitsnow-letitgo, @haveyoumet-dolores, @camilo-makesyousmile

[cw -- minor injuries, property destruction?]

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@waitingona-mirabel​

Vixey was just coming out of the back after sorting through a bunch of new clothes. People donated a bunch right before back to school, which was nice. It was bloody boring. Even though she had a podcast in. Everything about it was just...slow and monotonous. She had finished now, though, and while she’d been back there, an idea had been percolating.

“Hey, Mirabel, you got a sec?” Vixey asked as she popped back around to the counter with a smile. “I wanna talk to you about something. No worries, it’s a good thing. Hopefully!”

She glanced around, but it was an awkward time of day, so the shoppe was pretty empty which was nice. Meant they wouldn’t get interrupted.

@waitingona-mirabel​

"Jambo, Mirabel!” Simba chirped, swinging the door to his house open wide. A sea of golden retrievers poured out, surrounding the girl with enthusiastic tail wags and happy barks. They recognized her, he was sure, since they’d all met before at various town events. Not to mention, her uncle was Simba’s bestie! Simba liked all the Madrigals, even if Berlioz, for some reason, disliked Isabela.

“C’mon in! Do you want something to drink? I’ve got cranberry juice, water, er--” he counted off on his fingers as they moved into the house “--that might be it. Unless you want milk? Sorry, we gotta do a grocery run clearly. Anyway--”

“I was thinkin’ we could go up to Ber’s studio, he’s got all his music on the computer there. We just gotta be sneaky because if he catches us, I’m gonna be in trouble.” This wasn’t true, for the record, Simba had told Ber this was happening, but it still made Simba feel very Mission Impossible.

“Did you say what you wanted to drink?” he asked again as they made their way into the kitchen and he poked his head into the fridge.

@waitingona-mirabel​

Mirabel had started school. Everyone seemed very happy with this. Even Abuela. So, Isabela tried to be happy too.

The problem was: she wasn’t. She wasn’t happy with Mirabel in school a hundred miles away in Bristol. She wasn’t happy with Mirabel in school at PrideU. In fact, she hated Mirabel at PrideU more than anything. But what was she supposed to say? Nothing. She couldn’t say anything. And she certainly couldn’t go against Abuela.

After dinner, Isabela went up the stairs and knocked on the open door of Mirabel’s room. Casita opened the door further with a creak and Isabela stepped inside. She rarely went into Mirabel’s room, but she did not glance around. Isabela did not want to see the emptiness.

“Mama said not to forget your coat,” she explained her appearance lamely, holding it out with one hand and examining her manicure with the other.

@waitingona-mirabel​

Isabela hated Insta lives. Usually there were a few thousand people turned in and it always felt like there was this pressure boring down on her. One wrong move and she’d lose a thousand followers, which was a potential thousand clicks on her affiliate links, which was money. That was the only reason she was doing any of this, after all. For the money. (And, yeah, okay, maybe sometimes she did love the spotlight, but even then it felt like she tricked herself into that.)

Today’s topic was a new lotion that she had received from a brand that was ethical and pro-magick. None of the ingredients had anything bad in them, which Isabela hadn’t even had to worry about in Avalor, but in places like America and Europe, most make up products still included mermaid scales. 

Literally horrifying.

“Hola, mis princesas y mis principes!” Isabela had started before launching into a conversation about how it was important to check the ingredients in your make up, not only for your skin but for the environment and for Magicks!

She kept one eye on the comments as she rubbed the lotion into the back of her hand. It was nice lotion, sweetly-smelling, but not overpowering. A few were rolling in asking about her room, as they always did. Isabela felt torn about that. She loved Casita and wanted to show it off, but also--showing her bedroom to thousands of strangers deeply, deeply irritated her. Nosy jerks.

“I see a lot of people asking about where I am! This is my room, yes, I know there is a lot of flowers. It’s also very warm. Mi casita keeps it nice and temperate in here for me. No, we don’t have the heat on! Casita is a magical house. Here, I can show you around a bit.” 

Isabela stepped off the dias where her vanity sat and headed, backwards, down the steps and towards the door, keeping the camera away from the deeper part of her room, where her bedroom and relaxing parts were--even if the curtain of flowers was hanging down over it. 

“Yes, I grew all these myself and they stay--”

Isabela caught movement behind her in the camera. Someone was in her room. Isabela whirled around and locked eyes with her little sister. Ugh. What was she doing in here? Had Casita opened the door? Traitor. Isa took back all the nice things she had just been saying about the house. 

“Oh, everyone!” Isabela perked back up after glaring at Mirabel out of the camera’s view. She adjusted the camera to include both of them. A vine appeared behind Mirabel and nudged her into the right place, where the lighting was better. 

“This is mi hermanita, Mirabel! Mira, chica, say hello to all my followers.” 

@waitingona-mirabel​, @sommer-girl​

They had chosen to meet on neutral territory: Main Street Park. Which suited Isabela just fine. She didn’t really want to have people over to Casita and it was a nice day. It didn’t make sense to try and plan an outdoor prom indoors anyway. And, since herself, Mirabela, and Anna were all representatives from each of the different groups they’d been sorted into, Isabela was happy to meet as a group.

She didn’t know anything about Anna Sommers, other than she was Elsa’s sister, apparently. (Isabela also hadn’t known Elsa had a sister, but it wasn’t like she stayed particularly up to date with the owner of the ice cream shoppe besides a passing hello.)

When Isabela arrived the others were already there sitting beneath a tree.

“Oh, this is a lovely spot. Did you choose it Anna?” Isabela announced herself as she placed her bag down and waved a hand. Vines crawled down from the tree and looped together, making a simple swing that Isabela perched herself in, one toe pushing her back and forth idly.

“What do we want to start with? I was thinking music, perhaps? That will be the hardest to coordinate between everyone’s tastes.”

@waitingona-mirabel​

Isabela was laying on one of the couches in the main area of la Casita, her laptop on her stomach as she lazily edited a few pictures to post on her Instagram story tomorrow. Almost everything she posted was backdated at least a day so she could perfectly curate it. There was a picture from her mani/pedi date with Snow. Something from the gym. A nice scenic picture of the stables on her way home the other day. One of Dolores and another of a spread her mama had made for dinner the other night.

Since she was the only one in the main area at the moment (which was usually the case during the day, since almost everyone had a job at this point), she was blasting ME! by Taylor Swift. Which meant she didn’t notice her sister come through the front door at first as she hummed along to the music. Taylor Swift was a recent discovery when she’d moved to England (she’d known of her before, but hadn’t listened to much English-speaking music until they’d moved, when she’d found it helped her learn the intricacies of the language better than struggling through it in conversation.)

It was Casita, who nudged the couch cushion, who alerted her to Mirabel’s presence. Isa stopped singing along under her breath and tracked her sister across the room for a moment before hitting pause on her music.

“Hola,” Isa greeted, the word neither warm nor cold. It just was. She didn’t bother sitting up. “You’re home early.” Was she? Isa honestly had no idea, what had she been doing anyway? 

In which Isabela and her family and friends go on her bachelorette weekend to Monaco...[takes place: June 22-25]

@waitingona-mirabel, @haveyoumet-dolores, @lady-snow-flower, @genevieve-davenport, @displacedprincess, and Luisa and Camilo in spirit.

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