~She's a Sparrow~ A Descendants x Fem!Reader Story

Chapter Six: The Search Continues

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When the bell rings, fencing class comes to an end.

Since you'd been told that it was a requirement to don protective gear as a protocol of student safety, you were now over on the opposite wall, shedding all the armor and placing your sword in the bucket.

It took longer to remove the chest plate than anything else did, but once you'd finally wriggled out of it, you sat it with everything else and grabbed your backpack.

On the way out, the coach stops you, handing you a sheet of paper.

Your very own admission form.

Chad, who's been nosily watching the entire time, makes a bitter scoff.

"Didn't know we were accepting cheaters now," he remarked, shoulder-checking you on his way out the door.

"Pfft," you snicker, more amused than irritated. "Okay?"

You head out the room, traveling through the halls to find the main area again. Thankfully, your brain had managed to multitask, copying the twists and turns Audrey had made in bringing you here while you listened to her talk.

Oh, that's right. Audrey had told you to come meet her after class.

Although, she didn't say where. Where on earth would you go looking for her?

You recall her saying something about food. The cafeteria wasn't too far away, you remembered. Maybe you could check there.

Sure enough, after being greeted with aromas that smell better than anything you've ever inhaled in your entire life span, the recognizable bright pink dress comes into view, the princess's back turned to you.

You approach her quietly, tapping on her shoulder once you've gotten close enough.

Her head snaps around curiously, lighting up when she sees you.

"You're done! How did it go?"

"Well..." you begin. "I met Chad."

An eyebrow of hers goes up. "And...?"

"Then Coach made us do some sort of duel."

"And?" Audrey's eyes are getting wide, urging you to finish the story.

With a proud smirk on your face, you tell her, "And I won."

She squeals, clasping her hands together. "Annnnd?" Laughing, you hand her the paper you received, giving her a few seconds to read it.

"You made the team!" she says excitedly.

"I did!" your smirk fades into a small look of surprise when she gives you a quick hug, swaying you from side to side.

"That's great! Oh, come over here, I owe you a snack! Do you like cheesecake?"

"...What's a cheesecake?"

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"Mkay, point made, this is delicious," you moan in delight, licking some of the dessert off your lips.

She can't help but be amused by the way you're tearing into the cake like you'll never see it again.

"Haven't you ever had sweet stuff before?"

"Not like this." Cleaning the fork, you sigh contentedly and take a break before you get sick from eating too fast. "The Isle never has stuff this good. It's always...practically far gone by the time we get it. Even the apples? They're so much crisper here."