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New Beginnings
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waystobewickedIt wasn't that Auradon hadn't worked out. It was that staying in a school with your ex, and his friends that were his friends before you, and with everyone blaming you for ruining the supposedly proposal that was coming was just not the ideal situation. Not for Mal. Not for any of them.
Thankfully Belle hadn't been willing to return them to the Isle, and Ben had begged them to stay, but in the end Belle had contacted another school. One that might be more suiting to them. So the four had packed up their things, been sent magically to another realm and found themselves standing on platform 9 and 3/4, waiting on a train.
Aboard the train the boys had quickly found the candy trolley and eaten themselves into nearly a sugar coma. Mal had waited and watched as they unloaded with the other students. They were older than most, and coming in a few weeks after the year had started. There was talk of sorting and that was a flurry of a talking hat, and a bearded wizard who treated them with bright smiles and offers of lemon drops.
Being told they would be in different houses was interesting, helpful and scary. They would learn more that way, but they would also need to find a place, somewhere to meet. Which was why Mal had grabbed Evie's hand and set out about the castle.
"Well, this is different." Gone was the bright sun, the brilliance of Auradon traded for the Scotland storms. Mal rather liked it, if she were to be honest. More her.
Thankfully Belle hadn't been willing to return them to the Isle, and Ben had begged them to stay, but in the end Belle had contacted another school. One that might be more suiting to them. So the four had packed up their things, been sent magically to another realm and found themselves standing on platform 9 and 3/4, waiting on a train.
Aboard the train the boys had quickly found the candy trolley and eaten themselves into nearly a sugar coma. Mal had waited and watched as they unloaded with the other students. They were older than most, and coming in a few weeks after the year had started. There was talk of sorting and that was a flurry of a talking hat, and a bearded wizard who treated them with bright smiles and offers of lemon drops.
Being told they would be in different houses was interesting, helpful and scary. They would learn more that way, but they would also need to find a place, somewhere to meet. Which was why Mal had grabbed Evie's hand and set out about the castle.
"Well, this is different." Gone was the bright sun, the brilliance of Auradon traded for the Scotland storms. Mal rather liked it, if she were to be honest. More her.
