𝙎𝙊 𝙈𝘼𝙉𝙔 𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿 🔥 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘

𝙓𝙄𝙄𝙄.

During the lunch the doors of the cafetaria opened once more. Most of the students looked up once to see who it was and cast their heads down again. Jay and Carlos scan the cafetaria for the one person they need. They see her sitting at a table with three other students and head in her direction.

"-were not very happy with her. But though the circumstances are not that well, I'm glad to see father and mother again," Aurelius says when he notices the two boys that are approaching them. "Oh, hi Jay, hi Carlos." The rest turns their heads towards the two former villain kids. "Hello everyone," Jay greets them, but everyone could pick up on the tense and strained expression and body language of Jafar's son. "Is there something wrong," Aria questions carefully.

Carlos and Jay eye each other and as if silently agreed, the former speaks. "Belle is really sick. We are thinking she might be poisoned-"  Aurelius and Aria gasp while Antoinette and Pyper just stare blankly. "But that is horrible," Aria squeaks. Her cheeks were blushing furiously. "Will she be alright," the prince asks.

"Fairy Godmother thinks not so," Carlos respond with a downcast look. He raises his head slightly and glances at his ex-girlfriend. "That is why we need you, Pyper." Anne throws a shocked look at her friend, but Pan's daughter just smiles lazily at him. "Is this a poor attempt at blaming villain children for everything that goes wrong again?"

Carlos shakes his head. "No, it isn't. We all know how knowledged you are about plants and their uses. And, well, I thought of you." Pyper raises a curious eyebrow at his words. "Me?" "Her?" Anne agrees. Carlos smiles softly at his ex. "Yes, you. Question is, will you help us?" Everyone cocks their heads into Pyper's direction. Pan's daughter purses her lips, her vibrant green eyes narrowing. She glances around to test the mood. Nobody seemed to openly oppose to the idea. Instead, they all seemingly agree with the idea.

Pyper shrugs her shoulders. She blows at her dry, black polished nails indifferently. "Guess I have nothing better to do. I can take a little look at Belle."

Lumiére's head peeps around the corner of the door. He looks at the weakened Belle in bed and than at the spectators. He lowers his head for Ben. "Your Majesty, Miss Pan has arrived," he speaks in his heavy accent. King Ben sighs deeply and tightens his hold on his crossed arms. The entire situation made him tense and he was incredibly tired. "Let her in, Lumiére."

The former candelabra mumbles something quietly on the other side of the door. Then he opens it far enough to let the visitor in, closing it in behind her. Pyper struts inside straight towards the bed. On the other side of the door Lumiére slaps his head against his forehead. He had clearly instructed the girl on the protocol she must follow in the presence of the King and the Royal Family. Obviously she had blatantly ignored him.

Pyper let her eyes wander over the former queen. She was awake, but barely. Her eyes constantly drooped shut, only to reopen a little later. Belle was pale and the veins of her wrist stick out black. Up her arm the veins gradually turned blue and less visible. The green haired girl clicks with her tongue. It was not looking well for the queen. Such a pity.