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WILLOW DIDN'T GET MUCH SLEEP THE NIGHT BEFORE

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WILLOW DIDN'T GET MUCH SLEEP THE NIGHT BEFORE. The night before being when they almost stole Fairy Godmothers wand and if it wasn't for Jay and his stupidity, they probably would have. The five descendants sat in Remedial Goodness 101 with their teacher being Fairy Godmother herself. Willow leaned an elbow onto the table, using her hand to keep her head up as she tiredly tried her best to stay awake.

"If someone hands you a crying baby, do you; A, curse it? B, lock it in a tower?" Willow cocked an eyebrow at the second answer, "C, give it a bottle? Or, D, carve out its heart?"

Evie's hand shot up and Fairy Godmothers face brightened, "What was the second one?" Evie asks and with that, Fairy Godmothers face fell. Willow rolled her eyes and says, "C, give it a bottle." It was the only one that actually made sense.

"Correct!" Fairy Godmother cheers.

"How?" Carlos dragged, slumping in his seat and pouting, crossing his arms over his chest. Willow pursed her lips, "Just pick whichever one sounds more boring to you, Carlos," she told him, looking away.

"That makes so much sense." Evie comments and once again, Willow rolled her eyes, placing her chin into her hand. A girl, the same age as the five, walks in but once she caught sight of the VK's she whimpered and hurried past them. She wore a light blue dress with a blue bow in her short brown hair.

"Hello, dear one." Fairy Godmother greeted, bending over slightly on her elevated platform. "Hi," the younger girl greeted, "You need to sign off on early dismissal for the coronation."

    As Fairy Godmother is signing a paper, she says, "Everyone here remembers my daughter, Jane?"

    "Mom, no!" Jane whispers to her mother as she takes a look around the room. Jay and Carlos shared a look on their faces. This was boosting their egos. "It's okay. Jane, this is everyone," says Fairy Godmother as she hands back the paper and gives her a shove toward them and the door.

    Jane swallowed the lump in her throat, "Hi," she says, her voice was barely above a whisper, "That's okay, don't mind me, as you were," she says, as she slowly makes her way toward the door. Once she got closer, she squealed and ran out.

    "Let's move on," Fairy Godmother cleared her throat, "You find a vial of poison. Do you; A, put it in the kings wine? B, paint it on an apple?" As she says the options, Evie raises her hand, "Or C, turn it over to the proper authorities?" Carlos, Evie, and Jays hands shoot into the air almost immediately. Mal was too busy drawing and Willow decided to let one of them have this round.

    Once again, Jay and Carlos were fighting until Fairy Godmother called on Jay, "C. You turn it over to the proper authorities," Jay smirked.

    Carlos hits him, "I was gonna say that."

    "But I said it first! Come here," Jay grabs Carlos, putting him in a chokehold and throwing him onto the table, "Come on, who said it first? Who said it first?" He teases Carlos as he also gives him a knuckle sandwich. Willow snorted at the sight and shook her head.

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