The daughter of the Tinkerbell and Terence goes after Mal when she runs back to the Isle. There she meets the delinquent pirate, Hook's son, who she obviously hates with a burning passion.
You had picked up your dress earlier but you were completely uninspired and fed up with the world. You didn't want to go in the first place, let alone put effort into how you looked. In the end, you gave up on makeup and decided to go bare faced. Anyone who actually cared could suck it. You were tired, after being kidnapped and all. Slipping on your dress, you thanked Evie mentally for making it so you didn't have to put effort in. After summoning that outfit on the Isle, you'd grown rather attached to the boots. They were like a comforting device so you wore them along with the fairy-like gown you had been gifted.
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It was extremely pretty, you had to admit.
Ever since you left the Isle of the Lost, you felt like you were missing something. Of course, it didn't help when you laid your entire Harry situation down to Jane in a hypothetical context (thank Queen Clarence she didn't catch on that it actually happened) and she informed you that, if this whole thing were to occur, you would most likely have a crush on this totally-not-utterly hot male that you'd described in weird detail for a what-if situation.
By now, you had come to slight terms with this but put it to the back of your mind. Duty was to come first. Truly and honestly, you felt this crush was a liability for you to have put on tour shoulders. It was a rather stupid and hopeless position to be in, especially since he was a Villain Kid.
You sighed, falling backwards onto your bed only to hear the sound of your door opening. Instantly, you knew it was Jane so there was no point in getting up.
"Hey, (Y/N). Cotillian starts in a bit, wanna come early with me? I'll get nervous if it's just me, my mom (that was difficult for me, as a British kid, to type) and Carlos there alone. I would really appreciate it!" She anxiously spouted with a jittery smile on her adorable face.
"Awwww, how can I say no to that face? Of course I will. I want to see how Ben is anyway, you know, being..." You trailed off, realising she knew nothing of the situation that had just happened over the past couple of days "Gone for so long! Yeah, he came with us on the camping trip, ya know."
Jane gave you a weird look before grabbing your hand and tugging you out the door.
"Waiiiittttt! I need my pixie dust if I get bored or tired."
"Be quick!"
You sprinted to your nightstand and opened the drawer. When you saw it wasn't there, you practically ripped your side of the room apart searching for it. That's when it dawned on you.
"Crap, I must have left it on the I- no no, at the camping spot." You recovered quickly. You got up, dusting off your knees. "Ah well, nothing I can do about it now, let's go."
And off you went. All the way there, all you could think of was different scenarios that could happen because of your stupidity. The kids on the Isle may have found your book and dust, you assumed you dropped your spell book too seen as how you seem to be having rotten luck recently. You could only hope they didn't. Obviously, luck still wasn't on your side. When you arrived at the boat, your stomach twisted. You had always been good with predictions and, right now, you knew nothing good would come of what was going to happen later. The fact that it was a boat, a mode of transport you'd had enough of, made the thoughts you had oh so more daunting. By this feeling, you could guess your items had been discovered. Most likely Uma was here to mess things up.
As soon as you were on deck, you sprinted to Lumiere.
"Excuse me, do you know where King Ben is, sir?" You inquired, desperate to make sure he was safe.
"Why, yes mademoiselle. He is below deck. Pourquoi?" He said.
"No reason, continue your business." You replied over your shoulder, simultaneously running to the way down.
When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you could only gasp at what you saw. Uma and Ben kissing to be exact. Before you could turn and sprint away, you were grabbed and pivoted to see a familiar face. Harry Goddamn Hook. Instantly, your face turned a nearly unnoticeable shade of pink. All you could do was pray he couldn't see it. You stood up straighter so you were level height with the pirate.
"I never wanted to see your ugly mug again, Hook. What brings you here, you swine?" You spat at him.
"That's not what that kiss suggested darlin'. And, I'm here to collect something of mine." He spoke smoothly.
