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Your peaceful slumber was interrupted by loud incessant knocks on the door of your dorm room. Given this was the first time actually sleeping in a real bed, the urge to ignore whoever it was was strong, but the constant knocks refuse to allow herself to return to sleep.

Crankily muttering things, you slip from under the bed's duvet, treading towards the door. The last person you were expecting to see was Carlos, confusedly raising an eyebrow at him.

"Carlos, it's literally like 7 in the fricking morning, why are you here so early?" You mutter, voice still groggy from the sleep-haze.

"Well uhh, for one thing we have classes today," Carlos pointed out. "And two, I wanted to talk to you."

"Why exactly?" (Y/n) asked, gesturing for him to come inside. He walked in, sitting on her bed, as she just stood in front of him with her arms crossed.

"Are you okay? After last night?" He asked.

"Oh yeah," she answered dryly, making her way to her backpack, looking through the contents. "I'm all cupcakes and rainbows now that we have to stay here longer all because of two immature friends, one of which always feels the need to flaunt her status and then insult me and my father."

"Always the sarcastic one," said Carlos with a small laugh. "But, you know she didn't mean it right?" You stared at him with a disbelieving look.

"I don't see her apologizing for it," comes your deadpanning reply. "As far as I'm concerned, after we get that stupid wand, we'll never have to see each other again."

"Please don't do that," the boy pleaded. "That's exactly what she did with Uma, and look what happened."

"And once again, Mal had no right for that either," you tell him. "Uma was—is—a better friend than Mal ever was anyway. And-" A sudden pause pulls over you as you dig into your jacket pockets, pulling open zippers and shaking around the article of clothing. "No, no, crap."

You turn around to face Carlos, running a hand through your disheveled hair in slight unease. "Carlos, have you seen a gold pocket watch anywhe-"

He replies silently by holding up the very thing you were looking for, you thrusting your hand out to grab it, relieved.

"How did you get this?"

"You dropped it when we were running last night, so I picked it up," he admits sheepishly. "I would've given it to you when we got back, but then you and Mal got into an argument and I figured it would be better to give you space for a while."

"Thank you," you mumble, giving him the most manageable smile possible, until reaching a conclusion. "Does this mean you know-"

"Honestly, I found out way before this, by mistake," Carlos shrugs. "But I'm not telling anyone. It's your life, your choice of friends, not anyone else's decision to make."

Yeah, out of all the members of the Core Four,  the son of Cruella was definitely your favorite. He had a mind of his own most of the time, besides the crazy dog horrors his mom filled him with.

"You're the best, pup." He groans at the use of the nickname he could really care less for.

"Please not that again." You snicker and move to your closet, pulling out your clothes for the day.

"Stay there, I'm gonna go change real quick," you inform him, pulling the top and pair of shorts out before speeding to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. He decided to still host a conversation with you through the door.

"So are you gonna forgive Mal?"

"In your dreams, furball!" You call back. There would have to be an apocalypse upon Auradon before you even considered such an option. Carlos barks out a laugh in reply.

"Of course. But you'll try not to kill her, yeah?"

You open the door to the bathroom, stepping out before sighing dramatically. "If I must, then sure, I'll keep my cool." He sends you a grateful look at you shove on your black leather jacket.

"What's the point of wearing shorts and a leather jacket?"

"It's a fashion choice," you shrug, throwing a beanie over your head, hair hanging down on your (hair length). "Let's go, I don't want Pixie Dust to have a reason to insult me again."

The two of you walk out your dorm room and turn a hallway, where the other three were already out, waiting for you.

"There you are!" Evie calls, fluffing your hair about. "Come on, we have to get to class."

"What class?" You ask, and Jay sends you a look, one you deciphered before he even answered the question.

"Goodness class."

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"Well somebody get her a crown, since apparently now she's the queen over me!" you yelled sarcastically.

Yeah, things had escalated between you and Mal in the 5 minutes it took to get to the classroom, and while you had promised Carlos not to lose your cool, you were already clutching onto the pocket knife you kept in your sleeve.

"Don't forget who's the daughter of the mistress of evil," Mal seethed.

"Too late," you sang, a fake smile plastered your face as you continued to taunt the already irritated girl. "What was her name again? May? Mary?"

"(Y/n)—"

"Excuse me students," Fairy Godmother interrupted, causing your gaze to snap over to hers and send a death glare. "Let's begin with today's first lesson in Remedial Goodness, shall we?"

Not caring anymore than usual, you roll your eyes, digging into the backpack set beside your seat for a notebook and pen, drifting off into another part of your mind. The moment was short lived however, when Fairy Godmother broke you out of your ignorant state.

"Miss Sparrow," she called, you cocking your head to the side to face the older woman. "Since you're taking such good notes today, would you mind telling me what the answer to this problem is?" You sigh, unamused, and briefly glance at the chalkboard before turning back to the woman.

"The answer is B," you state simply, going back to back to scribbling on a sheet of paper.

"And how did you come to that conclusion?"

"I looked at the question, read the optional answers, and chose the correct one."

"By the way guys, just pick the one that doesn't sound like any fun," Mal added, you pointing to her as a sign of agreement, the others responding with an "ooh," since this class seemed to confuse them so much.

Suddenly, a girl walked in, looking to be the same age as the VKs, although much more Auradon-ish, timidly squeaking at the sight of you all and making her way over to Fairy Godmother.

You also couldn't help but notice Mal eyeing her, like she was already planning something in her mind. Pulling out a bottle of rum, you sip on it while watching in amusement the scene playing out in front of your eyes. This outta be interesting.

"Hello dear one," FG greeted the new girl warmly.

"Hi," she spoke quietly, handing her some paperwork and a pen. "You need to sign these off for the coronation." FG nodded and began to write.

"Everyone here remembers my daughter Jane." You didn't, but carry on.

"Mom, no!" Jane turned around to face the other teenagers in the room, taking a slight gulp. "Don't mind me. As you were." With that, she walked out of the classroom, Mal staring at her until she disappeared from sight, a smile evil smile settled on her face.

"Oh, I know that look," you hum. "You've got some little trick up your sleeve, don't you?" The aforementioned girl then stared at you  with that same smile, leaving you to wonder what her plan was here, till there was a thudding noise. Carlos and Jay fighting.

More like Jay bullying Carlos. Of course.

"Boys," FG called them to attention. "I'm going to have to encourage you to use that energy on the tourney field."

"Uh, no thanks," Carlos laughs awkwardly, straightening himself up. "What ever that is, we-we'll pass."

"It's actually mandatory for new students here. And Miss (y/n), I believe there's an active class that fits you as well."

You arch a brow, shrugging and continuing to down the alcohol.

"Class dismissed for today." Everyone began to get up, stuffing their items in their bags and heading out the door. "Sparrow."

You reluctantly stop mid-stride, head whipping around with the bottle of rum in your mouth, sporting an impatient look.

"Your upbringing was similar to a pirate lifestyle, yes?"

"If that was your formal and terrible way of asking me of I'm a pirate," you retort with a smirk. "Then yes."

"Right," said FG, choosing to ignore the slightly mocking comment. "Therefore, I think you'd be very interested in our fencing class. I'd like it if you considered it." While you didn't want to show it, but a slight interest poked at you.

"Another thing. We don't exactly condone extreme alcohol indulgence, especially at your age young lady."

And there it is.

"It's always that one line," you murmur under your breath, shooting Fairy Godmother a cold gaze. "I'll think about it. And last time I checked, you're not my father, so I can drink as much I want, as much as I please. Next time, keep it to yourself."

Turning on your heel and making an exit, you throw yourself on Evie's shoulder, groaning for what seemed like the millionth time today.

"This place is the bane of my existence," you swore.

"Exactly," Jay agrees, throwing his hands up. "I mean, tourney class? Physical education? Come on."

"Soon guys," Mal assured as the five of you continued walking. "Soon we'll be free from this place."

You hoped she was right.

~The End~