﹅ ۰ ۰ ۰ 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 ┊ ❪ 𝑨𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝑺𝙿𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚂! ❫
▍𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 ｡ ｡ ｡ ｡ kids from all different backgrounds,
whether that being raised by a villain, raised by a hero,
raised by a mom, raised by a dad, or raised by b...
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៸ ━━━━━ CHAPTER SEVEN, MOVIE ONE! ﹆◞ ·˚ ༘🌹˚.*°࿐ 。 act one: welcome to auradon ·˚ ༘☆ ▍ ❝ my love is 𝒓-𝒊-𝒅-𝒊-𝒄-𝒖-𝒍-𝒐-𝒖-𝒔 ❞
"𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒!"
The crowd erupted into cheers as Ben scored the winning goal of the tourney game. Elizabeth, among the others who were cheering, jumped up and down as she clapped her hands together with a large smile on her face.
She had grown to the realization that she found tourney to be very entertaining.
Standing beside her were Mal and Evie. They joined in the celebration, their expressions a mix of surprise and joy. On the other side of Elizabeth, she noticed a familiar face, Parker, Fairy Godmother's son. He was clapping and smiling, the blue and yellow colors of Auradon Prep vivid on his attire.
Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat as she recognized him. She had spoken to Parker once before, a brief but memorable conversation. Despite their brief interaction, she remembered him.
"Hey, Parker!" she called out, turning to face him fully.
Parker's eyes met hers, his smile broadening. "Hey! Great game, right?"
Elizabeth nodded in reply. "I've never seen anything like this before."
Mal turned towards Elizabeth and Parker, curiosity in her eyes. "Who's your friend, Elizabeth?"
"This is Parker," Elizabeth introduced. "Fairy Godmother's son. Parker, these are my friends Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos."
Parker gave a friendly wave. "Nice to meet you all. Enjoying the game?"
The two girls exchanged glances, a mix of wariness and interest in their expressions. Evie was the first to speak, her tone polite but cautious. "It's definitely different from what we're used to. But it's exciting."
Before the conversation could continue, the crowd's cheering reached a new peak as Ben made his way to the center of the field, microphone in hand.
