A year had come and gone since Harry had seen Mal. Last he'd heard, she was off with the king. He never would've pegged her for someone who would fall for someone like that, but maybe he didn't know her as well as he'd thought.
As he walked down the street towards the dock, he heard whispers. More specifically, he heard a name whispered. Why would they still be talking about her? The few televisions on the Isle talked about nothing else.
That's when he saw it. A flash of purple hair. It was lighter than her hair was when she left, but he just knew. He peered through the window of Curl Up and Dye, needing to know if it was her.
Once he got his confirmation, Harry walked through the door. He didn't think about what he was going to say, he just knew he had to say something.
"Well, well, well...finally tired of balls and tiaras?" He said, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes moved to the young Dizzy Tremaine. "You know the drill." He tossed Uma's coin bag onto the counter, where the girl began pulling out a few bills from the register.
Mal turned sharply at his voice. Why didn't she think about what to say when she saw him again? What could she say? "Let's just say I didn't fit the mold."
"Ah, love." He chuckled, "You never fit any mold, but you seemed pretty happy about abandoning all of us here while you and your friends lived in luxury with those Auradon brats, especially your beloved king."
Her breathing became shallow as he spoke. She definitely should've thought about what to say beforehand. Harry was the only person who could ever leave her speechless.
"That's over with."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You'll have to do harder than that to gain the Isle's trust back." He said before grabbing the bag off the counter. "Uma will love to hear you're back. Expect to hear from her soon."
"So you're screwing Uma now? Why am I not surprised? She always did have you wrapped around her finger."
Harry stopped in his tracks. Did he detect jealousy in her voice? She had no right to be angry with him for whatever she thought was going on between he and Uma. Not after what she did.
"Have a nice night, Mal." He tipped his hat before making his exit. If Mal planned to stick around, it could mean another war between Mal and Uma, leaving him in an even worse spot than last time.
He made his way back towards Ursula's. He'd have to speak with Uma to figure out their next move.
