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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You huffed in slight frustration as you pushed a bush out of your way, you had gone to several shores along the Strait of Ursula looking for a certain sea witch, knowing that she wouldn't be able to get back inside without using the remote or a certain spell.
And it seemed you finally found the one she had washed ashore at. Sitting at the line where the waves hit the sand, was Uma, curled up and her bun undone, her braids laying freely across her back and grazing her legs. Her face was buried in her knees, her heels kicked off a few feet away.
As you walked closer her head snapped up and she spun around, her honey-brown eyes widening in shock "you-what are you-?" she went silent as you stopped just in front of her and set down a black and red messenger bag, then took off your backpack and took out a large red towel. You tossed the towel around the frozen sea witch, who gasped at the heat coming off it. "I put it in the dryer so it was warm for you" you muttered, sitting down in front of her and picking up the black and red bag, holding it in front of her and waiting patiently for her to take it.
She just stared at it, untrusting of you and it. "it's just clothes and food, staying in a wet dress on a cold summer night is never fun" she glanced at you, swallowing down her fear when she saw no deception in your eyes. She carefully took the bag and set it on her lap, flipping open the flap and peering inside.
The first thing she could see was a large red long-sleeved shirt, with a hook on sewn to the chest. She slowly took it out of the bag, rubbing the soft fabric with her thumb. After a few moments, she threw it on her shoulder and dug back into the bag, next pulling out a pair of black jeans that seemed to be her size "How'd you know my size?" you snorted and shrugged
"Gil" she nodded at that, Gil was usually the answer to most things, and he had made her clothes before so it would make sense, he would know her sizes. She stared at the change of clothes, then look at you.
"um..." she muttered, glancing between the clothes and you. You popped your lips and shrugged.
"uh, use magic?" you suggested, smiling as Uma squinted for a moment then snapped her fingers, in a flash the clothes switching with her dress. She stared down at the sparkly turquoise dress, bunching it up in her hands and tossing it into the sand, ripping off her gloves and tossing them on the dress as well.
