So Many Ways to be Wicked

Chapter 4

After strolling down the long hallway, Mal finally found her and Evie's room. Mal pushed open the door and recoiled at the pink. The sunlight bounced off the pristine cloth all over the room, causing white spots to dance in her eyes.

"Boys, close the curtains. Evie, do you have the alcohol?" Mal instructed. The boys immediately set off to close the drapes while Evie rummaged around in her purse, pausing slightly when her hand brushed against the magic mirror her mother had gifted her before she left. Eventually, Evie pulled out a small, brown bottle that was about halfway filled with liquid. The liquid was a disgusting liquor made from rotten food and distilled in the back of Ursula's shop. Uma really could come in handy. The alcohol was disgusting to drink and hurt like hell on open wounds, but it did clean them as best as it could when they didn't have clean water (which was every time). Evie also pulled out her tweezers. She stuck the tweezers in the bottle, disinfecting them and then instructed Carlos to tilt his head to the side. She pulled out a handkerchief that was washed as best as possible before dipping the fabric into the concoction. She gently dabbed the cloth onto the boy's skin, ignoring his hiss of pain. After wiping down the scratches, she went to work with her tweezers, picking out dirt and grime from the wound.

"There, that's as good as it will get," Evie smiled, patting Carlos gently on his unharmed cheek.

"You're amazing, E," he responded, gripping her hand tightly before moving to where Jay stood.

"Whatever," Evie waved off, blushing. Mal shook her head, a smirk on her lips.

"Always so humble, evil, Evie. Take the compliment, the kid sure as hell isn't lying," Mal said, sauntering up to the girl, grabbing her hand. Evie's blush grew darker and she didn't respond.

"Anyway," Jay broke in, "shouldn't we be looking for the wand? It'll be a lot harder since the old hag doesn't carry it around with her and we don't know where to look." Mal straightened up, remembering her plan and becoming dead serious.

"Right," Mal answered before turning to Evie. "Your magic mirror supposedly works out here doesn't it?"

"Yes, as does your magical spells, remember?" Evie reminded her.

"I know that, but it's a lot easier to ask a mirror than to set up a tracking spell. Sometimes you need ingredients that would be hard to find in Auradon," Mal said. Evie sighed before digging into her bag, pulling out the small ornate mirror.

"Here goes nothing," Evie murmured to herself. "Magic mirror, show me Faemina's wand location." The mirror zoomed in on a sleek, modern looking building. The VKs barely got to read the words Museum of Cultural History before the mirror moved in more to show the wand, floating in the middle of an exhibit. It seemed to be suspended in a blue, shimmery light.

"How's it floating? I thought magic was forbidden nowadays?" Jay asked.

"I have no clue," Evie replied, "but it probably has something to do with the blue light surrounding it."

"Would your magic mirror know what that is?" Carlos inquired, looking intrigued.

"Evie, ask it. We need to know what we are getting into with this," Mal ordered, leaning close to Evie's face. Evie blushed a pretty pink color and Mal had to suppress a smirk.

"Magic mirror, what is the blue light surrounding Faemina's wand?" The words 'force-field', 'security' and 'alarm' flashed across the smooth surface of the mirror.

"Fuck!" Mal cursed, pulling away from Evie. "It's a security system."

"If we touch it, an alarm will go off. I could maybe hotwire it, but I would need to see the control panel first," Carlos explained. "The system could be too advanced for my Isle knowledge on how to take that thing apart without setting the alarm off, but we would need to check to be sure."