𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘, descendants

𝟎𝟓. the museum

i'm gen so sorry i disappered :sob: but i have worked on my writing style :) and rewrote some of the dialogue

the five finally escaped the dorms. truthfully they had no idea what direction they were going in. evie checked her hair in the mirror, not really paying attention to anything around her.

"check your mirror." mal said, glancing over at evie.

evie gasped, looking frantically into the mirror now. "why? is my mascara smudged?"

"yeah. and hey, while you're at it, why don't you see if you can find the wand?" mal responded, a hint of sarcasm present in her voice.

evie had a moment of realization. "sure. this way!"

evie held the mirror out in front of her like it was a flashlight. the glass shimmered faintly, and she squealed. "left! definitely left."

"you sure?" jay asked, his voice low but teasing.

"of course i'm sure." evie tossed her hair, nearly blinding herself with the shine of her crown pin. "it's my mother's mirror. hello? it doesn't do wrong."

carlos muttered under his breath. "unless it's showing us all getting arrested."

sora nudged him in the arm, giving him a half-smile. "come on, it's just a museum. how bad could it be?"

"famous last words," carlos whispered, hugging his jacket tighter.

they followed the path out of the courtyard, across the bridge, and up toward the looming white columns of the museum. it looked... huge. intimidating, even. like every stone carried a history they didn't belong to.

mal stopped at the bottom of the steps, staring up at the building. "this is it."

for a moment, nobody moved. the air was heavy with expectation.

then jay cracked his knuckles. "dibs on any gold."

"there isn't gold." mal hissed.

"it's a museum. there's always gold." jay smirked, already bounding up the steps two at a time.

the others exchanged glances, then followed him inside.

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the museum of cultural history in auradon was quiet at night, its golden banners swaying gently in the breeze that drifted through the open courtyard. stone statues of heroes long past lined the path to the tall, gleaming glass doors. every corner of the building glowed under security lights, but the silence made it all the more intimidating.

mal stood out front with her arms folded, tapping her boot impatiently against the ground. "so this is it," she muttered, her green eyes flicking up toward the giant banner that read auradon: celebrating heroes and happy endings. her lip curled. "disgusting."

"oh, come on, it's kind of... pretty," evie said as she smoothed the front of her skirt. her sapphire-blue hair shimmered under the lights. "imagine all the history in there. all those dresses, tiaras, royal portraits—"

jay cut her off with a scoff. "we're not here for your fashion show, princess. we're here for the wand." he slapped the strap of his backpack against his shoulder and grinned.

carlos shuffled beside him, glancing nervously at the building. "yeah, but do we really have to break into a museum? like... alarms, security cameras, motion detectors—probably laser beams—"