Three Wishes

Chapter 8

After combat class is finished, much to my glee, I notice that I have a free period next.

"Might as well get Coach to sign it now..." I mumble to myself, going to the changing rooms to change back into my original clothes. The only problem was that the closest changing area for my gender was half-way across the school, by the tourney field, since the cheerleaders are always there. Therefore, to save myself the stress I go to the nearest restrooms instead, which are located right by the main lockers. On my way there I pass Ben, who is staring dreamingly at a spray painted locker. Although messing with him would be fun, my body leaves him alone, just really wanting to change clothes.

After about a 25 second walk I arrive at the restroom, only to hear people already occupying the place. However, it wasn't really so much the people that surprised me, but it was the voices that had me startled.

"You know what? I have just the thing for that." I couldn't really pin down the voice since it sounded unfamiliar, so I opened the door slightly. This 'thing' somewhat intriguing me. However, me opening the door didn't allow my range of vision to increase, so I wiggled my fingers in front of the door, allowing blue mist to flow from my right hand, and make the restroom entrance transparent. This way I had visuals and audio.

Now, I know that this is a bad thing to do, and it is pretty rude, but after seeing the two people associating in the room, my feet became stuck to the wooden floors. Short lavender hair and rocker clothes told me that Mal, daughter of Maleficent, was probably the one who made the older statement. This was obvious because the other person's, Jane's, voice sounds very different. Mal mumbles while flipping through a few pages in a book before pointing at a particular space with vigour while calling out,

"Beware foreswear, replace the old with brand new hair," following these words was a flick of her right hand which went left, right, up, then down, only for Jane's head to move with these movements.

"Is this magic?" I wonder after witnessing Jane's hair transform from its bob cut, to fabulous curls that fell over her left shoulder. Jane just couldn't help but touching her hair, and when the difference in texture and length was felt, she rushed to the mirror in amazement. Mal follows up behind her, giving her a shoulder hug.

"Wow...you almost don't notice your," Mal pauses as if trying to say something offensive in the most polite way, "other features anymore." See, I knew it was going to be offensive.

Although the comment was harsh, the headmistress's daughter saw no problem and quickly asks for another request,

"Do my nose," she demands enthusiastically while pointing to the book, making me believe that the bounded pages in Mal's hands was a spell book or something.

"Oh, I can't," Mal says sadly, "I've been practicing but I can't do really...big magic." She quickly covers up her insult by moving on, "Not like your mom, and her wand," more wand talk...what is really going on here?

"I mean one swoosh from that thing and you can probably have whatever features you wanted."

"She doesn't use the wand anymore, she believes that real magic is in the books. And not the spell books, but the regular books with history and stuff." Jane pouts causing Mal to scoff.

"What a rip."

"Yeah..."

"You know she used magic on Cinderella, who wasn't even her real daughter...doesn't she love you?" What kind of manipulative thing is Mal trying to pull here? Now I know that she's just playing, I mean, who in their right mind tries to pin a daughter against her mom. Lucky Jane defends her mother, although not with as much vigour as I had hoped.

"Of course she does...just...you know tough love, work on the inside, not on the outside. You know that sort of thing."

"That's the face!" Mal slightly shouts, causing me to jump as she points a finger to Jane's pouting face, "Yeah, and just look as if your heart is about to break." She put up a finger, signalling Jane to hold on as she goes into a miniature monologue while having the 'my heart is about to break' face.

"Oh mother... I just don't understand why you can't make me...beautiful too..." Mal then breaks out into a smile.

"Think it would work?" Jane states hopefully, her face illuminating.

"Yeah. I mean that's what old Cindy did right, and your mom bippity boppity booed the living daylights out of her. And hey, if your mom does decide to, you know, break out the old wand, invite me!"

"If I can convince mom, you're so there." With this they say their goodbyes, causing me to hide in the shadows while Jane walks out of the door. As soon as Jane is out of sight I see Mal picking at her dark purple nails, not noticing my presence.

"What are you up to Mal?" I inquire knowingly, startling her, but not enough for the shock to appear in her movements or facial expressions.

"What do you mean...Gem right?" she asks in a sweet matter, acting as if she hadn't just manipulated Jane.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." I'm usually not one to beat around the bush, but I just want to see how she is going to handle this.

"I honestly don't," batting her eyelashes at me in an innocent manner, "and if you would excuse me, I have to get to class."

"I know about the trip to the museum last night." I say, making her stop mid-reach for the handle of the restroom entrance.

"Are you going to snitch?" All the sweetness was gone, and only bitter venom remained.

"That depends on what you are planning to do with the Headmistress's wand."

"How do you-"

"You don't necessarily speak soft, now answer the question." I was done playing games now.

"I don't think I should, I kind of like Auradon and wouldn't want to leave so soon." My hand grips her wrist, pulling her back to face me. Her lime green orbs glowering at my onyx ones.

"Don't mess with a genie Mal, and if I didn't care for Ben, I would deal with you myself," I let go of her hand, "But then again, where is the fun if I win so easily?" She looks at me in pure confusion, my last statement boggling her mind. And before I get say another word she is gone, leaving the open door in her place.

"I guess I will change at the tourney field. Here has too much negative energy." I cringe before leaving the washroom to be unattended once more.