Quirky Meets Villainous [Descendants 1]

Goodness Learning

Mal's POV:

During Remedial Goodness 101, we were half-paying attention and half doing our own thing. Fairy Godmother is at the board with a pointer stick. "If someone hands you a crying baby, do you, A, curse it? B, lock it in a tower? C, give it a bottle? Or D, carve out its heart? Evie."

Evie frowned. "What was the second one?"

"Oh, okay. Anyone else? Mal?

"C, give it a bottle," I answered, glancing up.

"Correct. Again."

Carlos grinned. "You are on fire, girl!"

I shrugged. "Just pick the one that doesn't sound like any fun."

"Oh."

Evie's eyes widened slightly. "That makes so much sense."

"Oh..." I began.

I was interrupted by Fairy Godmother. "Oh. Hello, dear ones."

"You need to sign off on early dismissal for the coronation," the girl said quickly.

Fairy Godmother smiled. "Everyone here remembers my daughter Jane? And her friend, Thea?"

We saw a small girl with a brunette bob. Thea caught my eye and glared at me.

"Mom, no!" Jane exclaimed as her eyes widened.

Fairy Godmother smiled. "It's okay. Jane, this is everyone."

Jane gave us a nervous smile. "Hi. That's okay, don't mind me. As you were."

Thea whispered to Jane, "They won't hurt you. Don't worry. They mess with you, they mess with me. I'll kick their little Isle butts."

"Ahem," Fairy Godmother called, drawing attention to us. "Let's continue. You find a vial of poison. Do you, A, put it in the king's wine? B, paint it on an apple? Or C, turn it over to the proper authorities?"

The boys started fighting to say the answer. "Oh!" Carlos grunted. "Ooh... get off."

"Jay." Fairy Godmother called.

"C. You turn it over to the proper authorities."

Carlos frowned. "I was gonna say that."

Jay smirked. "But I said it first. Come here!"

"Ow!" Carlos cried as Jay rubbed his fist against Carlos' head and pinned him to the table.

"Come on, who said it first? Who said it first?"

"Ow!" Carlos cried again. "Stop! Ah!"

Fairy Godmother frowned. "Boys. Boys! I am gonna encourage you to use that energy on the tourney field."

Carlos shook his head repeatedly. "Oh, no. That's okay. Whatever that it, we'll... we'll pass."

After class, we head to our lockers. Evie waved goodbye. "Bye, Mal."

I glanced at her. "Bye."

I grabbed my books and stopped by the bathroom. I was joined moments later by Jane and Thea.

I smiled at the brunette girl. "Hi! It's Jane, right? Ah, always loved that name. Jane."

"That's cool," Jane answered, making her way to the door.

Thea followed, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Don't go! I guess I was just kind of hoping to make a friend. I mean, another friend besides Thea. You probably have all the friends you need though."

"Hardly," Jane admitted.

"Really? I mean, with your mom being Fairy Godmother and headmistress? I mean, not to mention your own, um... personality."

Jane shrugged. "Not really. I'd rather be pretty."

"You are beautiful, Jane," Thea reassured.

Mal smirked. "You know what? I have just the thing for that. It's right..." She flipped through her spell book. "Ah, here. 'Beware, forswear, replace the old with brand new hair.'"

"Oh, ah, ah!" Jane cried, looking at her now long curly hair.

"Wow! You almost don't notice your... other features anymore."

Thea glared at me as Jane's eyes widened. "Do my nose!"

I shook my head. "Oh, I can't. I've been practicing, but you know, I can't do really big magic. Not like your mom with her wand. I mean, one swoosh from that thing and you could probably have whatever feature you wanted."

Jane sighed. "She doesn't use the wand anymore. She believes the real magic is in the books. And not the spell books, regular books with history and stuff. Thea, could you use the book?"

Thea shook her head. "No, I'd probably butcher the spell and you'd grow a tail. And I don't think you or anyone would want that."

I scoffed at Jane's words. "What a rip." I turned to Thea. "You're not touching my book."

"Yeah," Jane agreed sadly.

Thea shook her head. "I don't want to touch that book."

I frowned. "You know, she used magic on Cinderella, who wasn't even her real daughter. Doesn't she love you?"

Jane furrowed her brow. "Well, of course she does. It's... It's just, you know, tough love. "Work on the inside, not the outside." You know, that sort of thing."

I pointed at Jane. "That's the face! Yeah, and then just look as if your... your heart is about to break. "Oh, mother, I just don't understand why you can't make me beautiful, too.""

"Think it would work?"

"Yeah. I mean, that's what old Cindy did, right? And your mother Bibbidi-bobbidi-booed the living daylights out of her. And hey, if your mom does decide to, you know, break out the old wand, invite me."

Jane nodded. "If I can convince mom, you are so there."

"Yay," Mal cheered falsely.

"Bye."

"Bye."

Jane left the bathroom and Thea glared at me. "You hurt Jane, I hurt you."

"You're fiercely loyal and protective. That could be useful."