Descendants Fanfiction Collection

We Are Off to See the Wizard Part 2

   "Hey! You're back!" Evie grinned widely at the two as they strode through the door. As soon as her gaze settled on Uma, however, an even wilder grin came onto her face as she clasped her hands together in front of her in her nigh insane excitement.

"And you brought Uma! Just wait, I have got the perfect outfit for you," Evie told the pirate with an almost maniacal glint in her stare.

Uma's eyes immediately widened in terror, and she started trying to surreptitiously back out the door. Mal simply shut the door before Uma could leave and the dark-skinned girl eyed her with a somewhat miffed expression before turning back to face Evie with a horrified stare.

Evie started digging through her dreadful closet of clothes, and if she had a tail, Mal was sure it'd be wagging at ninety miles per hour. She was completely in her element as she sifted through fabrics and various compositions of those materials.

Just as Mal was sure Uma was going to jump out the window or something in her haste to get out of the room, Evie rematerialized from the huge forest of clothing.

"Here you are, Uma. I've got costumes for Harry and Gil, too, so just send them here or bring them when you can," Evie instructed as she reached over and handed Uma a back mass of fabric.

Uma very hesitantly took it from her with a skeptical glance. She let it fall loosely from her grasp as she examined it.

"Are you wanting me to be some kind of ghost or something?" Uma checked with her.

"No, no, it's not a ghost outfit. Take a look at this." Evie suddenly handed her yet another article of clothing and Uma gaped at the sharp pointy thing that had just been placed in her grasp.

"A witch costume?" Uma questioned as she examined the tall hat.

"Not just any witch costume. It's a Wicked Witch of the West costume," Evie clarified, waving a finger at Uma with an enormous, face-cracking grin. Uma raised an eyebrow as she regarded the clothing.

"This is kind of weird, and I'm honestly not sure whether it's better or worse than a ghost," Uma told her unashamedly, but Mal couldn't help but note the way that she examined it a little too closely to be completely uninterested and unimpressed.

"So, M, are you ready to get dressed up?" Evie hopefully questioned, and Mal's eyes widened as the bluenette headed toward her vanity to most likely launch another attack on Mal. The purple-haired girl rushed over to Evie, taking her hands as she tried to distract her from her mission.

"Actually, I have a bit of a costume change plan," Mal admitted to Evie. The bluenette quickly paused in her hurried actions, locking eyes with the pale girl.

"What? Why?" Evie asked, the disappointment in her gaze easily detectable as her soulful brown eyes started to reflect every sad emotion in her.

"We're still going with your idea!" Mal quickly assured her, squeezing her hands in her grasp firmly. The change in the taller girl was almost immediate as she grinned happily but with some confusion.

"Okay... I'm afraid I still don't get it," Evie prompted Mal to continue and the younger girl took in a breath to finally propose her idea.

"I will agree with your idea on the conditions that I get to be the concussion girl and you get to be the scarecrow," Mal finally told her. Evie lost whatever smile that might have been on her face in favor of a shocked expression.

"What?" Evie questioned, her eyes wide and her voice small as she gaped at Mal.

"You be the scarecrow and me be the girl that gets hit in the head."

Evie was quiet for a moment as her whole face showed her utter bafflement at the idea.

"You want me to be what?!" Evie asked, her jaw practically touching the floor as she gaped at Mal in complete shock and even slight horrification. Mal huffed in frustration. After all, she had repeated herself about two times beforehand.

"Did she not just hear you all forty-five times you said it?" Uma asked Mal from her position lounged on the nearby bed. Evie shot her an unimpressed glance, her lips pursed, but quickly returned her gaze to Mal with a more desperate look on her face.

"But, M, I've got all of the measurements done! The scarecrow outfit won't fit me," Evie desperately tried, really hoping that Mal wouldn't see through her lack of logic.

"The scarecrow outfit is baggy, so it'll fit you just fine. Besides, I'll do well in your dress that you made. I'm not that much smaller than you," Mal informed her as Evie sat there attempting to think of some reason why she shouldn't be the scarecrow.

"But I just don't want to," Evie finally admitted, looking at Mal with that super pitiful expression that only she seemed to be capable of pulling off so perfectly.

"Well, this was your idea, princess, so suck it up," Uma told the bluenette with a wicked grin, enjoying defending Mal purely to aggravate Evie further.

"I don't want to be a scarecrow either," Mal replied simply. Evie huffed, studying Mal carefully before looking down at their still joined hands.

"Well... I want us all to match and I guess I fit the scarecrow a little better than you do," Evie admitted, and Mal looked at her with a bit of confusion.

"How is that?" Mal couldn't help but ask her.

"M, we've been over this several times already," Evie chastised gently before turning to the bed to straighten the costumes that were laying on it.

"Our costumes have symbolic quality. Carlos looks like a scaredy-cat on the outside, but he's really brave deep down. Jay seems at first like he's hard-hearted and unfeeling, but he's really a big marshmallow on the inside," Evie paused for a moment, considering her next words carefully before meeting Mal's eyes.

"And most people look at me and see an airhead and a dumb girly girl, but my grades say otherwise," Evie told Mal, and the green-eyed girl smiled softly at the bluenette.

"Uh... Is it bad that I still see you that way?" Uma piped up with a wicked grin, and Evie shot her an unimpressed, half-hearted glare before turning over to the beautiful vanity that Mal herself had picked out for Evie.

"Now. Sit down. I've got work to do," Evie instructed and Mal hesitantly took a seat at Evie's torture chamber.

"Uma, can you dial Carlos' number and put it on speaker? I have to tell him I need him to get Jay and come here," Uma nodded in response, taking Evie's sparkly phone in her hand and unlocking the screen.

Mal glared at Uma jealously, wishing that she was in that position instead of being the one that was about to be slathered in cakey makeup. Uma glanced up and noticed Mal's stare. The pirate chuckled before attempting to fuel the fire.

"Man, am I glad I'm not getting in that chair anytime soon," Uma grinned and Evie looked at her with an almost chilling sort of glint in her eye.

"Uma, don't you know what the Wicked Witch of the West looks like?" Evie asked. Uma raised an eyebrow as she pressed the call button on the phone when she pulled up Carlos in the contacts list.

"Uh, no? In case you haven't noticed, I'm not well-versed in the art of reading," Uma laughed, shaking her head.

"Well, let me be the first to tell you that she is completely green all over," Evie told her, satisfaction evident in her voice.

Uma lost all semblances of humor at that point.