When Harry awoke, he completely forgot all about the compass. He was too preoccupied getting ready for the day. He wandered out to the food court, his favorite place, and stood in line. Ahead of him, Gil was dumping several eggs into a glass. Harry wasn't bothered, but Scarlett looked on in a mix of terror and disgust. "Why?" She questioned. Gil turned to her. "Hm?"
"Why this?" She gestured to the glass filled to the brim with eggs. Gil looked back at the glass. "Oh. My father always reminded me to eat plenty of eggs. They've helped him grow, and they're helping me." He shrugged chugging the disgusting mass of….raw eggs. Scarlett stuck out her tongue, squeezed her eyes shut, and shook her head back and forth. Harry thought she might give herself whiplash.
When it was his turn, he stepped up to the counter and looked at the menu. They recycled the foods each week. "Uh, I'll have the cobbler." As the lady behind the counter prepared his breakfast, Harry looked around some more. A voice brought him out of his thoughts. "Sir?" Harry turned, and thanked the woman for the food. He walked over to where Gil, and Scarlett where sitting. As he ate, he looked among the people he wouldn't call friends, but they were the people he was closest to. His thoughts wandered back to Uma. He wondered where she was, what she was doing, how she was, and if she would ever come to Auradon. He was so surprised with this thought, he sat straighter with a confused expression.
He was only brought back into reality when a hand was waved in front of his face. "Earth to Harry. Ya there?" Scarlett asked. Harry shook his head. "Sorry."
"What were you doing?"
"Thinking."
"About what?"
Harry looked down at this, wondering if he should mention it. His eternal battle seemed to last several minutes, when in reality, it was only 30 seconds.
"Home." He concluded. He supposed it wasn't entirely a lie. Not that he should care.
Scarlett seemed satisfied with this answer, and let the topic drop….for a few moments.
"Here-home, or home-home?" She questioned. Harry looked at her, before narrowing his eyebrows. "Home-home."
Gil looked between the two, not sure what to do or say, so continued to eat with a worried expression painted on his face.
"Don't you like it here?"
"I didn't say I didn't." He replied, slightly agitated. Scarlett took the hint in the tone, and leaned back, hands in air in defense. "Alright, chill."
Gil stopped chewing, and looked on in concern.
Harry abruptly stood, and walked out of the mess hall, throwing his mostly uneaten food in the garbage. He had lost his appetite, which was a shame, because he loved cobbler. They never had anything like it at home. Home. That word seemed so foreign to him now. He wandered outside to a part of the grounds he didn't go to often. It was a small balcony on the side of the castle, with a perfect view of the isle. He leaned over the edge, looking at the sight before him. It was so dark over there. He had never realized quite how dark until he had seen true light.
"Trouble in paradise?"
Harry turned to the voice to find you sitting in a lounge chair, a book in your hands. He let out a humorless chuckle. "It would appear so."
Your lips formed a tight line. You stood, and placed the book you were reading down where you were previously sitting. His eyes followed you as you walked towards him. You looked out at the isle as well, in thought.
"Would you like to see it again?"
Harry's eyebrows seemed to disappear in his mop of hair. He leaned down closer, trying to see if he heard you right. "What?"
You chuckled before looking up at him. "I asked if you would like to see it again."
Harry's face held a small smile before it was replaced with a face of confusion. "Why?" He asked, not trusting the compassion. You shook your head. "I wondered if it would help. Plus, you looked like you missed it."
"Aren't I evil?"
You laughed. "You're not as evil as you think you are."
Harry's mind flashed back to the things he stole. He visually cringed, but you didn't seem to notice. He looked back at you. "Don't get your hopes up too high." He warned. You chuckled again. "I'll do my best."
He gave you a fake, pained grin. Thankfully, or unfortunately, you continued. "So. You behave well for a week, and I'll take you over there."
Harry looked off in the distance, considering the offer. You raised an eyebrow at him. "So, do we have a deal?"
Harry nodded, and took your outstretched hand, shaking it.