Remedial Goodness. The very words grated on me. Fairy Godmother stood before a blackboard plastered with nauseatingly cheerful slogans like "MOUTHS ARE FOR SMILING, NOT FOR BITING." Just Jay, Evie, Carlos, and me – the only students enrolled. Miserable doesn’t even begin to cover it.
She posed a question about a crying baby – curse it, lock it in a tower, give it a bottle, or carve out its heart? Evie, bless her, was thrown by the "lock it in a tower" option. I, meanwhile, was sketching the wand. When she called on me, I just picked the least fun option – give it a bottle. "Correct," she chirped. "Again." Jay groaned. Carlos, predictably, was ecstatic.
"Just pick the option that sounds the least fun," I muttered, and Evie actually seemed impressed by my strategy.
Then, a girl in a pale blue dress practically scurried into the room. She looked terrified of us. She was Fairy Godmother’s daughter, Jane. The look on her face said it all – Fairy Godmother had probably been regaling her with bedtime stories about my mother and the others. I smirked.
Fairy Godmother, oblivious, continued her lesson: a vial of poison – put it in the king’s wine, paint it on an apple, or turn it over to the authorities? This time, Jay and Carlos were practically fighting over who got to answer first.
Their competitive spirit exploded into a wrestling match on their desk. Evie, naturally, was applying lip gloss. I sighed.
Fairy Godmother’s exasperated "Boys!" finally brought them to a halt. She suggested they take their energy to the tourney field. Frankly, I was starting to think that was a good idea.
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Descendants 1
FanfictionIn present-day Auradon, Ben, the benevolent teenage son of King Adam and Queen Belle, offers a chance of redemption for the troublemaking offspring of Disney's classic villains: Cruella De Vil, Maleficent, the Evil Queen and Jafar.
