Mark My Words (A Carlos DeVil Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Petra's POV

I examined the drawstring a bit more, trying to think of any other alternative of what I already suggested. "Stole it?" Mal questioned. "Are you sure? It could've just fallen off." I shook my head and set the bag back down. "No, if it fell off the drawstring would have went with it." I said, already beginning to pace. "Someone took it. And on an island full of villains I shouldn't be surprised." I stopped and ran a hand through my hair, trying to calm down.
After taking a few breaths and regaining my head, I turned around to face Mal again. "I have to go find it." I said confidently. "I'll just go find whoever stole it and take it back. Can't be too hard, right?" As I said all this Mal kept shaking her head. "What? No, no, no." She said, taking my arm and beginning to walk me down the street. I made sure to grab my bag as we walked past the scooter. "Petra, you can't walk around here alone. You have 'Auradon' written all over you, and hero's kids aren't exactly welcome here. Not to mention-" she stopped herself, as if she had said too much. But this only struck my curiosity. "Not to mention what?" I asked. Mal shook her head. "Nothing, don't worry about it." She assured me. "For now, I know a place where we can lay low. But we have to hurry, we've drawn enough attention to ourselves already." I scoffed and looked back at the market we practically destroyed. "You think?"
Mal lead me down a few more shady alleys and dark streets, until finally we arrived at a hair salon. "'Curl Up and Dye'." I read the sign aloud. "Sounds lovely." Mal walked up to the door and held it open for me, although I'm pretty sure the shop was closed. "Hate to burst your bubble, but this is as lovely as it gets around here." She said as I walked inside.
The salon was just about as messy as the streets surrounding it. The walls were covered in paint splatters, and there was some sort of chemistry set on my left. A young girl was in the center of the room sweeping, she looked about 10 or 11. She too, was covered in paint splatters. The girl looked up at me and stopped sweeping. "We're closed, sorry." She said. "We open back up at midnight." Mal walked in after me and stood by my side. "She's with me, Dizzy." She said to the girl.
Dizzy gasped and set her broom aside. "Mal! You're back!" She exclaimed. "Is Evie back too?" Mal scoffed. "As if." She answered, which seemed to lessen Dizzy's excitement. "I uh, forgot that you guys didn't open til midnight. Place looks good." Dizzy giggled in response, and I decided to take a seat in one of the chairs so Mal and Dizzy could catch up.
"So, has your grandmother given you any customers yet?" Mal asked, looking around the room some more. Dizzy shrugged. "A few witches here and there." She replied. "But mostly I'm the one sweeping. Lots of sweeping." Mal frowned and stopped in her place. "That's not fun." She said. Dizzy shook her head and sighed. "Yeah, she went from evil stepmother, to evil grandmother." This caught my attention and I spun the chair to face Dizzy. "Your grandmother is Lady Tremaine?" I asked. It had never occurred to me how many other villains may have had children.
"Yep, my mother is Drizella." Dizzy explained. "She and my aunt are the ones that own the shop, so they put most of the work on me." I frowned and leaned on the arm of my chair. No wonder Carlos was so eager to leave. Sounds like his mother wasn't the only one to mistreat her children. "If I may ask," Dizzy said, walking closer to me and putting her hands behind her back. "Who are you? You're from Auradon right?"
I stood up straighter in my chair. "Is it that obvious?" I asked, spinning the chair so I could look in the mirror behind me. Dizzy cringed a bit, which gave me the impression that it was indeed that obvious. "Well, yeah." She said. Then she started looking closer at my red locks. "But it's probably only the outfit. Your hair is really pretty!" I smiled and spun my chair around again. "Thank you!" I said, running a hand through the ends of my hair. "It's kind of a family thing. You know, the signature Peter Pan red hair."
I saw Mal give me a strange look out of the corner of my eye. "Maybe not throw that name around so much?" I could barely hear her mutter. "Your dad is Peter Pan?" Dizzy said, looking a bit fearful. "You better look out for-" "Hey, Dizzy!" Mal walked between Dizzy and I. I raised an eyebrow at Mal. She was keeping something from me, and I despised being left in the dark. "You used to do Evie, right?" Dizzy seemed to have forgotten all about what I had just said. "Yep, I came up with the little braids!" She said, clearly proud of herself. Mal nodded and sat in the salon chair next to mine. "You think you could do something for me?" She asked.
Dizzy looked at Mal's hair for a moment, she looked extremely deep in thought. "How far can I go?" Dizzy asked. Mal shrugged. "The works." She replied. "As long as I feel like myself. Oh, and you have to do Petra too." I snapped my head up to look at the two. "What?" I said. "My hair is fine, thank you." Mal sighed and crossed her arms. "You said it yourself, your hair is a dead giveaway on your parental identity." I raised my eyebrow, seriously doubting my hair is what will out me for being from Auradon. Mal seemed to sense this, so she continued. "Come on, Petra. Have you ever gotten your hair done before?"
Being from Neverland, I never really worried about how I looked, including my hair. I slowly shook my head. "Good, that'll make it more fun." She said. "We'll make it subtle." I glanced over at Dizzy, who looked extremely excited at the opportunity to work with my hair. That was enough for me to sigh and give in. "Fine. As long as your paying." I said. Mal smirked. "Of course. Dizzy?"
Dizzy seemed to be ten steps ahead of us. She walked over to a table full of styling tools and picked up the biggest pair of scissors she could find. I glanced over at Mal, who simply smiled. "By the time we're done, you'll blend right in around here." She assured me.