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Even though Belle had the only key to her personal chest, she always felt a little thrill every time she heard the satisfying click as it turned in the lock. It was her own secret in a castle already full of them. The lid creaked as she lifted it up to reveal the contents and she smiled fondly to herself at the small treasure trove. A glass box containing the dried remains of the enchanted rose, that Adam could no longer bear to look at, but Belle could not bring herself to throw away. The magic mirror that had survived Gaston's demise and been found near his corpse when the servants went to retrieve it for a proper burial. The mirror that had led her to the spell books that filled up the rest of the space along with loose talismans and amulets, small trinkets with embers of magic, but little more.

It was those large dusty tomes that Belle pulled out. Some fortunately in French, but others in languages she didn't even know the names of. Skimming her fingers over the embossed letters, she could swear she felt a tingle in their wake. Hopefully, her elderly visitor would be able to help her unlock the secrets hidden within. "Here you go," she said minutes later as she rejoined her new friend in the library and had requested that the servants give them some privacy. "This is what I have. I've only been able to read a few of them. Can you make sense out of the others?"

"thanks for the invitation but i must say... this place isn't necessarily the driest of the lot!"

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"My apologies - a recent storm disrupted the roof's integrity. We already asked for the village workers to aid with that..."

"Hnmnnnnnn..."

"i DON'T know how i got here. but i DEMAND to be given a towel!" he said, wringing out his wet clothes, as it has been raining all day.

“You demand you say? Who are YOU my good man?”

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*he carefully takes the child aside and says in a warm and comforting manner* "it is brave of you to stand up against people who make you feel unjustly treated. but you should be careful when it concerns jafar.

while i agree that he is... rather special... in his own way, and probably appears like an easy target to have an argument with, i would advise you to be cautious nonetheless. this man is an actor and not a bad one at that. he will show you his bad-tempered self and you will think that that is all he's got. or he will be kind, maybe even caring? and you think he has suddenly learnt that being kind and caring is what makes the world whole?

he will lie into your face and you will not notice it. i have not noticed it until i let my guard down and he locked me away inside of that lamp of his and held me captive."

merlin knelt down beside her. an arm around her shoulders as he - in a grampa like manner - continued. "he is currently one of the most powerful sorcerers on this planet. and every day he goes unsupervised, he gains more knowledge and, unfortunately, more power. if what he does upsets you, and you are not sure if you can truly face up to his anger once you've triggered him, do not keep on but retreat. withdraw. and ...

maybe tell me about it and we can plot together how to teach him a lesson." merlin smiled at her. "i can tell that you are a strong little girl with a powerful and creative mind. someone like jafar has once been just like you. once, long ago, he also fostered people's talents like i do today. and he was an excellent tutor and very beneficial to the culture of agrabah. but greed ate his mind and his heart turned to stone. i have since wondered just what it was that turned him into the monster he has become..."

"it is very unfortunate. a great loss. think of all the aid his magic could bring to the world. but it's a lost cause trying to persuade him to think different or trying to change his mind. but it's not too late make YOU understand and help and foster your talents to become the magician jafar was meant to be."

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Jafar sounded an awful lot like her grandfather. Clever, good with words, able to make people believe in what he said right or wrong, and have a high position to back up his power.

Difference was her grandfather was a man with no magic.

But both are not nice people. And she didn't want another man like her grandfather causing them trouble.

"... I'll do my best. And try and be polite or walk away."

"well it is twenty minutes into my lectur but i will be lenient since this would be your first day. so if you've made up your mind, let's not waste any more time! grab one of those wands over there by the drawer."

Normally class would be dull and she'd be forced to read books where the words never held still and she'd be scolded for taking so long to read them. So this was an improvement.