Dark Castle
Aveena listens as her papa complains about true love, rolling her eyes as she practices with Excalibur and Trista continues to sew a new dress for her, a dark red dress that made her dark hair stand out and accentuated the fact that Aveena was becoming a woman. Papa hated it, but decided that his daughter could have it as long as she didn't wear it in front of guests.
"Prince Charming is enough to get on anyone's nerves, but Snow White is so sweet she could make your teeth rot," he grumbles, pacing back and forth in front of his spinning wheel.
"I kind of like Snow White," Aveena muses," she's strong and independent, and she doesn't need a man to defend her. Why shouldn't she fight for her true love?"
"It's not that, it's the fact that only a few weeks ago she asked for a potion to make her forget Charming and I'm sure he'll be here any minute to ask for a potion to fix her." At that moment, a handsome man barges into the room, looking frantic and he rushes over to Rumple.
"What did you do to Snow," he demands. Rumple turns to face Aveena and Trista with raised brows.
"What did I tell you?"
Storybrooke
"Hey, Miss Blanchard," I smile, one arm wrapped loosely around Henry's shoulders as I walk him into the classroom where I'd be aiding today. Mary-Margaret grimaces, looking up at me with a worried frown. "Pay no attention to those blood hounds we call townsfolk, they're idiots."
Recently the town gossip had been all about how Mary-Margret, the nicest person in Storybrooke, had been having an affair with David Nolan, a recently awoken, ex-coma patient. I knew it was true, but I still hated to hear the gossip since Miss Blanchard had never been anything except nice to everyone.
"How can I not? Some parents have requested having their children moved to a different class."
"If it makes you feel any better, last year someone spread a rumor that I did the dirty with the entire soccer team."
"And you had people to defend you."
"Yup," I nod, twining our arms together," and now it's my turn to defend your honor for a change. I'll tell Chloe Duvall that Mrs. Nolan was just freaking out for nothing and being a crazy, possessive bitch and that rumor will spread like wildfire, true or not." The teacher gives me a weak smile, going to sit at her desk after handing me a stack of papers to make copies of for her later classes.
In the workroom, said rumor mill, Chloe, was talking to her buddy about recent news. I set the first paper in the copier and press seventeen, then start, all the while listening intently to the Gossip Queen's conversation.
"Yeah, they found her car, but no Katherine," Chloe whispers. "They said she couldn't have run away on purpose because her bags were in the trunk still, so the police are thinking she was kidnapped."
"We all know who has a reason to get her out of the way," one of Chloe's lackeys replies," I bet the whore is happy to finally have Katherine out of her way so she has a shot at David."
"My papa told me that Katherine was complaining in his shop the other day," I pipe up, gaining their attention. "Said she was going on and on about how she couldn't wait to leave this place and find a new man to sink her claws into. Maybe where she's going she doesn't need clothes, at least, not much of them. I've heard strippers make good money." Grinning, I grab the papers and walk back to the classroom.
That should help out Mary-Margaret for a little while.
Dark Castle
Aveena watches with interest as her papa places two strands of hair in a vial, pink magic swirling around inside it. It was a new spell Rumple had discovered and bottled, the impish man staring at it gleefully. He places it on a shelf with similar vials, the marking on the new one proclaiming it to be True Love.
He had finally done it.
