6 months have gone by since Harry, Gil, and the core four came to auradon, 5 months since Ben promised to bring more kids over, 3 months since he got "too busy" for meeting with harry about the program. yeah....you and Harry aren't pleased with the...
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warning: talk of non-con selling of sex in last bit of chapter
(note: (n/n) means = Nick name)
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Mal took a heaving breath as she led her scooter towards the edge of the cliff, facing towards the isle of the lost. Harry repositioned behind her, tightening his grip on the cushion below him.
Mal let out a few sputtering sobs and lifted her goggles off the bridge of her nose and placed them on top of her helmet. she swung her backpack off her shoulders and grabbed her spellbook from her bag, hurriedly shifting through the pages to find the correct spell. There it was. "Noble steed/proud and fair/you will take us/anywhere"
The scooter glowed purple for a moment before it went back to normal, and Harry could swear the barrier had shimmered purple as well.
Mal stuffed her book back in her bag and shrugged it back on, turning to Harry while reshifting her goggles back onto her nose "hang tight, and onto me, I know it'll be uncomfortable but I don't know if this will work, and I still can't swim" Harry sighed and released the cushions, wrapping is arms around Mal's torso and leaning against her.
"okay, hoo" she took a deep breath again, revving the engine of her scooter "please work"
"Mal if this doesn't work and we die I am going ta kill yeh!" Harry yelped as Mal suddenly swerved to the right towards the steep slope down towards the beach and lead the bike onto the ocean.
The bike hopped on the surface a couple of times before smoothing out, Mal looked over her and Harry's shoulders back to Auradon and let out a breathy laugh, she was free!!!! Free from the pastel dresses, the invading press, the bobby pins, the painful too small at her toe heels, the rules, everything!
She could finally be herself again.
She and Harry let out a gasp as the barrier shimmered over them, the feeling of her magic draining from her was probably the worst feeling she had ever experienced, yet the scooter was still running atop the water. "odd" she muttered to herself, slapping the handle of her scooter as she remembered FGs explanation of good-intentioned magic being allowed to exist behind the border.
