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Holly made her way to Ursala's fish and chips; She could feel the difference in the atmosphere, she could tell there was something off. She felt the eyes on her, people who had once been on her side glaring at her, kids who had waited for her return looking at her in awe, and those who had never sided with her cackling as they wondered what Uma had cooked up. It unnerved her, it made her skin crawl. She hadn't felt this exposed since she had renounced evil and started attending social events. 

She steeled her nerves she wasn't gonna get Hayden back by losing her cool. With a deep breath, she pushed the salon-style doors open and stepped in. Her heavy boots hitting the hollow wood floors sounded like the gates of the underworld opening, quickly alerting Uma to her presence. 

The Moment the witch met her eyes she shivered. Holly may have left but the isle never left her. She may have put on a taira and traded her staff for stilettos, but she couldn't change who she was behind those eyes. She could see it in every broadcast, the malice, the cruelty, the insanity that made her the queen of the isle. It was all still there, no stint in paradise would take that from her, deep down she was still a ruthless villain, a queen who was more of a tyrant, a woman with no mercy and of that Uma was sure. "I'm back," the demon sung.

Uma steeled her nerves, she wouldn't get what she wanted by showing her fear and hightailing it out of there, "Loser party of one, right this way," she gestured to the table nearest to her. The moment the former Queen stepped towards her she pushed the chair at her harshly. Holly caught it, of course but upon doing so she could feel how out of practice she was, she felt a stinging in her hand, a sensation that a year ago she wasn't familiar with. While she may have been at full power in Auradon she was weakened by the cushy life she was living now. She needed to get back into practice. "Demon,"

"Demigoddess Actually," Holly countered. She sat the chair at the table and sat down, back straight, legs crossed at the ankle, hands folded on her lap and with a critical eye. "The place is still a wreck. Even my leaving didn't give you any incentive to get it together how sad." 

Uma slammed her hands down on the table showing how much Holly's words bothered her, it was pathetic, "I'm sorry we're down a butler today, Princess." 

She rolled her eyes, "Where is he?" Holly had always been annoyed by Umas inability to hide her emotions. It was pathetic. Even in Auradon she had to hide her emotions in front of others the tabloids were vultures. If her mother managed to teach her anything in the handful of times, she was alone with her growing up it was that emotions were a weakness, it was the only lesson she would ever thank her for. "Actually, why me? He's Mal's boyfriend." 

Uma took off her apron dropping it on the floor. That was the moment she felt Auradons grip on her because she wanted nothing more in that moment then to pick it up and scold her. "You know I've dreamed of this, you wanting something from me, and me watching you squirm like a worm on a hook to get it." 

She raised an eyebrow and smirked, "I'm so flattered you dream of me, haven't thought of you since I left." This was a lie. And both of them knew it. Every package and food delivery were tailored specifically for the resident by Holly. Even after the horrible thing Uma did. Holly still made sure she liked her care packages and that her food orders were enough to run the restaurant on. She sent her little things from Auradon that she thought she would like, Maps, a cartography set, new hats and jackets, a sharpening stone. 

Uma was on her mind more these days than she ever was growing up.

Uma slammed her hands on the table, a few seashells weren't going to make up for a lifetime of animosity though. "Obviously," she leaned down to Holly's face and said in a low whisper, "You have your perfect little life." She pushed back and yelled out to her crew, "doesn't she have the perfect little life?" there were murmurs of agreement. Holly rolled her eyes, it was clear that Uma had only garnered more followers because they were scared of her, she wasn't respected she was feared. These men would turn tail and run at the sight of a real threat to their captain. They were only on Uma's side because they thought she, Holly, had grown soft. They would switch sides if Uma was losing. If Uma though quantity overruled quality this may be easier than she thought. "And were twenty years into a garbage strike."