Large, brown, almond-shaped eyes glanced casually around the hallway as the raven-haired beauty moved with the crowd of her classmates after class. Her eyes easily found the head of golden brown hair near the lockers. She casually wove between people until she could approach the guy with his head in his locker, easily recognizing his number 23 on his blue letter jacket with yellow sleeves.

The girl pulled her white hood over her head as she approached him. A quick glance over his form showed his phone peaking out of his jacket pocket. She approached him casually and "accidentally" bumped her arm and shoulder into him. Mumbling an apology, she continued on her way, stuffing his phone into the pocket of her white hoodie.

With a slight grin tugging at her lips, the girl continued on to the dorms, going up a couple flights of stairs.

She entered the dorm she shared with her friend, Lonnie, to find her roommate on her laptop on her bed.

"Hey Lonnie." she greeted the other girl, passing Lonnie's bed on the way to her own and dropping the cell on the other girl's bed.

"Hey Alia." Lonnie mumbled before her eyes landed on the cell phone now sitting on her pink and blue comforter. "Is that…?" she asked abruptly, sitting up straight.

"Charming's cell. Yep. You're welcome." Alia nodded with a smirk. She unzipped her white midriff hoodie, pulling it off and tossing it onto her bed, leaving her in white skinny jeans and a plain purple v-neck t-shirt.

"You never cease to amaze me!" Lonnie exclaimed, snatching up the cell phone and looking through it, her short, black hair swinging. "Let's see what we can find out about Charming Chad…" she mumbled sarcastically, her eyes fixed hungrily on the screen.

Alia sighed, plopping down on her bed and grabbing her hairbrush off her bedside table. She normally didn't care about her hair, but it was thick enough and long enough that if she didn't brush it regularly it would get nice and tangled.

Thankfully, her hair was cooperative today. She ran her brush through her thick mane maybe ten times and it was back to it's sleek, shining black. Brushing it back off her shoulders, it fell to the middle of her back, the ends tickling the small of her back where her shirt had ridden up.

"Anything good in there?" Alia asked curiously, leaning back on her hands.

"Hmm…maybe…" Lonnie bit her lip, still scrolling through something. Then, her eyes lit up. "Yes! Look at this!" She shot up from her bed, dropping her laptop on her bed, and scurried over to Alia's bed. She plopped down next to Alia and held the phone out for her to see. "Look at all the girls in here."

Alia took the phone from her friend and started scrolling through all the contacts in Chad's phone that he'd recently been texting. There were hardly any actual names apart from his friends and tourney teammates, most of them saved under labels like Blonde Girl, Blonde Girl's Friend, Choir Girl, Maybe Sarah?, Science Class Girl, Girl from Party, and Pet Store Girl.

"And look at what he's been saying to all of them." Lonnie continued, reaching over and tapping a contact at random. She did this a few more times to see what Chad had been texting to all these girls. He was clearly leading all of them on, communicating as if they were all his girlfriends. It was sickening.

"That's just sick." Alia sighed, shaking her head before passing the phone back to Lonnie. "You going to report on it?"

"Of course!" Lonnie beamed, hurrying back over to her bed to grab her laptop. "I'll post it tonight, after curfew." she added, referring to the online video series she'd started secretly, called School of Secrets. Alia was the only person in the whole school who knew it was Lonnie behind the camera, and that was only because they'd thought up the idea together. Alia mostly contributed by getting Lonnie extra information, like she did with Chad's phone. Of course, within the next couple days, she'll return Chad's phone as if he'd left it in his bag or something. He'd be none the wiser.

A loud bang erupted around the dorm room, causing Alia and Lonnie's heads to snap up in shock as Audrey stormed into the room.

"Um, hello Audrey. Please, come in, thank you for knocking." Alia greeted the brunette princess sarcastically.

"You'll never believe what Ben's done." Audrey snapped, sitting down on the edge of Lonnie's bed and crossing her arms firmly over her chest. Lonnie casually slipped Chad's phone into her bag so Audrey wouldn't see it.

"Aw, what's the matter?" Alia pouted mockingly. "Did he not buy you your daily bouquet of roses?"

Audrey glared at her.

"I'll have you know, Ben's just announced his first official proclamation as King." Audrey announced dramatically.

Alia tilted her head slightly, her interest now peaked. "Can he do that? He's not King for another month."

"Well, he's done it!" Audrey shrieked shrilly, making Alia wince and cover her ears, more to be funny than due to it actually hurting.

"What's the proclamation?" Lonnie asked curiously.

"He wants to…Oh, it's too horrible to say!" Audrey exclaimed dramatically, putting the back of her hand to her forehead.

Alia rolled her eyes. She wasn't all that fond of Sleeping Beauty's spoiled daughter. "It can't be that bad. It's Ben. What's the worst he could do?"

Audrey glared at her again. "He's chosen four kids from the Isle of the Lost to come here!"

Silence fell for several moments as Alia and Lonnie stared at her. Despite being so upset about it moments ago, Audrey seemed satisfied to have their attention now.

"Um,…okay. Did he say why he made that decision?" Alia asked, still slightly in shock.

"Some nonsense about how they're not their parents, and that the children are innocent." Audrey explained with a roll of her eyes. "Absolutely ridiculous if you ask me-"

"Well, he's right." Alia interrupted before Audrey could go on a tirade. Interrupting someone went against all her schooling, but she also had her opinion, and she fully intended to state it. "Everything those villains did happened years before their children were born. It's not fair they were pretty much born into exile."

"Of course you say that now." Audrey scoffed. "You don't know who he chose!"

"Well, then tell us!" Lonnie exclaimed, shaking Audrey's arm.

"He chose the children of some of the most horrible, evil villains in history!" Audrey exclaimed. "Cruella De Vil! The Evil Queen! Maleficent!"

Alia winced slightly. She stood by what she said, but she also could understand why Audrey would be scared of Maleficent's child coming to Auradon.

"Audrey, I'm sure it'll be fine." Lonnie soothed, rubbing Audrey's back. "No one will let Maleficent hurt anyone, and her son or daughter won't necessarily be like her."

"You said there were four villain kids coming to Auradon." Alia pointed out slowly. "Who's the fourth?"

Audrey gave her an arrogant look, as if she was superior to Alia. She was silent for a few seconds, as if she were trying to be dramatic about the reveal. Finally, she spoke a name that had sent chills down Alia's spine for as long as she could remember.

"Jafar."

Alia struggled to swallow for several seconds. She managed to maintain a blank expression, though she wasn't sure if her normally tan skin maintained it's usual color, or if it paled slightly.

"Oh." was all she managed to utter.

"Not such a great idea now, is it?" Audrey sneered.

Alia glared at her. "Actually, I still think it's a great idea. It's not fair to punish children for the crimes of their parents."

"Even after everything Jafar did to your family?" Audrey asked in disbelief. "He tried to murder your parents, he took over your grandfather's throne, he-"

"You don't have to remind me of every crime that man committed." Alia snapped, glaring at Audrey through narrowed eyes. "I know better than you what he did. I know the history of my family and my kingdom better than you. You don't see me rubbing Maleficent's crimes in your face. So just drop it, Audrey."

Audrey huffed. "Fine." Standing up, she flounced out of the room and down the hallway, probably in search of someone who would sympathize with her dilemma.

"Well, I think things around Auradon are about to get a bit more interesting." Lonnie mused, glancing over at Alia. "Are you really okay with Jafar's son or daughter coming here?"

Alia sighed, glancing back at her bedside table at a picture of her family. "I guess I won't know for sure until I meet them."

The photo on her bedside table was an official royal family photograph of her and her parents. She sat front and center in the photo, dressed in a purple-colored Arabian dress that had lace sleeves, her thick, black hair falling down her back. She had her mother's eyes, both in color and shape, thick, black eyebrows, and a nose that was similar to her mom's but not quite as narrow. And though her dress hid her curves, she was far from fat, but she didn't have the slim waist her mother had.

Alia's mother, Sultana Jasmine, sat behind one of her shoulders, seated a bit taller than Alia due to a taller chair, though that wasn't shone in the photo. She was dressed in a similar elegant dress that draped delicately over her slender shoulders, but in a light sea green that made her tan skin glow in a way Alia envied. She hadn't changed much in the last twenty years since she married Aladdin. Her hair was still thick and as black as a raven's feathers. She wore it pulled back loosely in the photo so it hung down past her waist. Her big, almond-shaped, brown eyes sparkled in the photo, and her smile was as warm and loving as it was in everyday life. She'd matured mentally and physically in the years and rarely wore her casual sea green tubetop other than at home.

Finally, behind Alia's other shoulder stood her father dressed in his cream-colored Sultan robe and pants, his turban covering his black hair that had a few strands of gray on the sides. He was still fit, though not as built as he once was, probably due to the many lavish feasts in the palace that made him only slightly plump around the belly, though he was nowhere near as large as Alia's grandfather, the former Sultan who still lived with them in the palace in Agrabah. In the photo, he was smiling politely, though Alia couldn't help noticing the lack of that usual mischievous glint in his brown eyes. It was still a genuine smile, but it wasn't his usual smile that he typically reserved for family and friends.

Alia sighed, laying down on her bed and gazing distractedly at the wooden floor.

She just really hoped that Ben's new proclamation didn't allow history to repeat itself.