A.N. This is quite honestly surprising: I actually have time to write more chapters. Not much can be said for this chapter but still, hope you enjoy this one. Anyway, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Descendants (nothing has or ever will change in that regard).

"Evil damn that day," Carly groaned and Lonnie nodded beside her. Despite how effortless and easy they each made the run look, there was no doubt that it had been a gruelling day: their limbs had turned to lead by the end of it.

"At least we made the team. That's something, right?" Lonnie tried to stay on the positive side but the phantom ache of her legs made it hard to do.

"True."

The scene switched from Carly and Dude to show Ben talking with Audrey and Chad.

Chad: Those kids are trouble.

In the background you could see Mal and Evie by their lockers.

Evie: Bye, Mal.

Mal: Bye.

Ben: Come on, Chad. Give them a chance.

Audrey: Oh. No offense, Bennybear.

Half of the room snorted at that although the majority of that half were better at hiding it. The VK's and their friends, however, didn't bother to even attempt (except for Ben because he is one of several precious cinnamon rolls in the Descendants movies).

Audrey: But you're too trusting. Look, I know your mom fell in love with a big, nasty beast that turned out to be a prince. But with my mom, the evil fairy was just the evil fairy. That girl's mother.

Ben: I think you're wrong about them.

"Hey, thanks Ben," Evie told him.

"Yeah, same here I guess," Jay continued while Mal and Carly nodded beside them.

Ben shot them a smile that nearly blinded the entire room; the only ones not affected were Doug, Jane and the rest of the precious beans in the room (precious child smiles don't affect those that smile precious child smiles).

Ben: I'll see you later.

Chad and Audrey walked off while Ben looked towards Mal.

Ben: Hey!

Mal: Hay.

Ben: How was your first day?

Mal: Super.

Ben glanced towards Mal's locker that had her signature piece of art on it: Maleficent's silhouette rising from green flames with 'Long Live Evil' spelled across it.

Ben: You should really think about taking this talent off the locker and into art class. I could, uh, sign you up. What do you think?

Mal: Way to take all the fun out of it.

She smiled at Ben while saying it, something that he easily returned.

"I ship it!" Candice whispered to Violet who looked at her in slight confusion.

"They're already an item Candy," the fairy deadpanned but her friend only shrugged and continued to vibrate silently in excitement.

Mal walked off when she saw Jane and left Ben standing there.

Ben: Huh.

The camera view once again switched to show Jane and Mal in the bathroom.

"Oh God, here goes," Jane muttered, sinking down into her seat. Carly reached over to pat her head like she would a dog earning a weak glare from the half-fairy.

"It could have been worse," Mal told her but grimaced all the same – she didn't need Fairy Godmother watching this particular scene.

Mal: Hi!

Jane jumped, shocked and a little fearful at Mal's presence.

Mal: It's Jane, right? Ah, always loved that name, Jane.

Jane: That's cool. And you're Mal. I know Carly; she's my roommate.

Mal: Don't go!

Jane turned to leave and Mal stopped her, earning yet another start from the shy girl.

"Jeez, way to scare her, Mal," Jay commented; Jane and Mal slapped him on the arm in unison.

Mal: I guess I was just kind of hoping to make a friend. You probably have all the friends you need though, huh?

"Now I do," Jane muttered and Evie wrapped an arm around her: she could be very protective of Jane.

Jane: Hardly.

Doug honestly looked offended, "What am I then?" He all but whined and Jane smiled apologetically at him. He just grinned back at her.

Fairy Godmother (although no-one else saw) looked at her daughter in concern; Jane had never complained about never having friends, nor did she ever mention it. Now that she thought about it, perhaps that was why Jane wanted to look prettier: being beautiful was what got you noticed in school nowadays.

Mal: Really? I mean, with your mom being fairy godmother and headmistress? I mean, not to mention your own, um... personality.

"Hey, Jane," Mal whispered to the other fairy so no-one could eavesdrop on them. The younger looked at her in silent question, "I know that back then I was just being sarcastic but you actually have a great personality and don't try to change your looks. You really are beautiful."

Mal turned back to the screen quickly, unused to and uncomfortable about complimenting someone – even if she meant it – but Jane understood.

Jane: I'd rather be pretty. That's what gets you noticed in a more positive light. You have great hair.

Mal: You know what? I have just the thing for that. It's right... ah, here. Beware, forswear, replace the old with brand new hair.

"Damn, Mal. You really didn't waste any time, huh," Carly remarked out of nowhere, earning a dirty look from the purple-haired girl.

Jane's hair changed to become longer and 'better'; she looked at herself in the mirror.

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

Most of the people in the room were looking at Mal in disapproval. She didn't realise at first but when she did she looked confused.

"What?"

Jane seemed to know what they were thinking and decided to defuse the situation before someone (cough*Audrey*cough) snapped at her (although in Audrey's case it would be because she had an opportunity, not because she cares about Jane).

"Oh, Mal. I know this is random but thanks for apologizing for that," Jane told the girl and her eyes widened in realisation, understanding why half the room was looking at her as if she'd kicked their puppy.

"No problem, Jane. Anyway, you don't have to change. We like you just how you are."

It seemed to appease the occupants of the room who turned back to the screen.

Jane: Do my nose!

"Just get rid of everything. Maybe then she'll be nice to look at," Audrey muttered under her breath and oh boy. Seems like she didn't know about Carly's insanely good hearing.

Thankfully (for Audrey), Carly just wrapped an arm around Jane and gave the prissy princess her most used finger (hint: it's the one between the pointer and ring finger).

Mal: 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 features you wanted.

"Slick, Mal. Real smooth," Jay commented, impressed at Mal's ability to bring up a subject so casually.

"Why, thanks, Jay. Guess I'm better than you at yet another thing," Mal threw back at him to which he stuck his tongue out at her. She retaliated the same way.

Jane fell into Mal's verbal trap.

Jane: 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.

"If your whole shtick is doing magic, why not use your wand?" Evie was genuinely curious why Fairy Godmother didn't use magic and recognising this, the older woman didn't feel offended.

"Because magic isn't used that often nowadays. That means that if I were to use it, everyone would come to me for answers. You see, even if people don't realise it, many believe that magic is a solution to the smallest of problems. If something major were to happen, for example, a life threatening injury or a villain escaping, I would obviously use my magic."

"Huh," was Evie's response. "That makes sense... I guess."

Mal: What a rip.

Jane: Yeah.

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

Mal quickly addressed Fairy Godmother and Jane, "I know that you love Jane, Fairy Godmother. I'm sorry to both of you for saying otherwise."

Jane and her mother smiled brightly at the girl to show that they accepted her apology. In all honesty, Fairy Godmother was less concerned about what Mal said than what her daughter's reaction would be. Hopefully, her daughter knew that she loved her.

Jane: Well, of course she does.

Fairy Godmother breathed a sigh of relief that she didn't dare to acknowledge. Guilt was coursing through her at the fact that she even doubted her daughter's reaction: did that mean that she believed herself to not love Jane? Ridiculous, but Fairy Godmother silently vowed to show her affection to her daughter more often.

Jane: It's... it's just, you know, tough love. "Work on the inside, not on the outside." You know, that sort of thing.

Mal: That's the face!

Mal exclaimed suddenly when Jane made a forlorn expression, shocking the girl slightly.

Mal: Yeah, and then just look as if your... your heart is about to break.

Mal mimicked the very expression she was talking about, acting as if she were Jane talking to her mother.

Mal: "Oh mother, I just don't understand why you can't make me beautiful, too."

Jane: Think it would work?

Mal: Yeah, I mean, that's what old Cindy did, right?

Cinderella laughed, shocking others, and turned to Mal, "'Old Cindy', I love that. Nice to here someone talk about me as if I were just another person, honestly."

Mal wasn't sure how to respond to that and Carly nudged her, snickering. It didn't seem like Cinderella expected a response, thankfully, and turned back to the screen.

Mal: And your mother bibbidi-bobbidi-booed the living daylights out of her.

Carly snorted, covering it up with a cough. As soon as everyone looked away, she turned to Mal with a shit-eating grin on her face but her pseudo sister beat her to it, "Don't. Say. A. Word. You dirty minded De Vil."

The dog lover mimed zipping her mouth shut and throwing the key away but the damage was done. Jane, Ben, Lonnie, Doug, Jay and Evie got what she was implying and the past events on screen had to be paused so the laughing fit could pass (it did... eventually... after 15 minutes...)

Mal: And, hey, if your mom does decide to, you know, break out the old wand, invite me.

Jane: If I can convince mom, you're so there.

Mal: Yay. Well, bye then.

Jane; Oka– Oh! Your friends with Carly De Vil, right?

Mal: Yeah... so?

Jane: Um... she's my roommate but I haven't met her yet. I won't say anything if she's staying with you but I just want confirmation since I'd kind of like to meet her. And if she isn't with you then I need to tell someone.

"Aww. You were worried. Cute," Carly teased the young fairy, ruffling her hair and getting a scowl and blush for it.

Mal: Oh! Yeah, she was staying with me. If you want to meet her, I can tell her to go back to her dorms to see you but don't be offended or anything if you don't see her. She's kind of hard to get a hold of if she doesn't want you to find her.

"It's a gift, darling," Carly preened in a mock imitation of her mother, much to the amusement of her friends and Roger and Anita (not that they would admit it but it was kind of funny).

Jane: Okay. Bye, then.

"Well, that was an incredibly awkward scene to relive," Jane muttered to Mal who silently nodded in agreement.

Ben, who had listened in, decided to add his input, "Just wait until the tourney game where I sing about Mal."

The three of them shuddered in unison, remembering how embarrassing that was (Jane could just imagine how they felt).

The scene shifted to show Evie, Doug and Chad in a chemistry lab. Evie was staring at Chad with what looked like dreaminess at first glance, but was more calculating under the surface. Evie turned to Doug, addressing him directly in regards to Chad.

Evie: Any chance he's in line for a throne? Anywhere in line?

"Gold digger," Chad and Audrey (along with the other students who didn't like Evie and the VKs) murmured under their breaths.

Doug: Chad. Prince Charming, Jr. Cinderella's son. Chad inherited the charm but not a lot of there there, know what I mean?

Evie: Looks like there there to me.

Doug and Evie were just cuddling together (Snow White, her prince and the dwarfs had to muffle their 'awws' at how cute the scene was) and were trying to ignore the scene: it was quite an embarrassing moment for them to experience.

Evie really wanted to explain why she needed to marry a prince (in the past, at least). But there was no way that they would believe her. Thing was, on the Isle, they didn't have the same luxuries as a prince would have; if she were to marry into a royal line, her future would be safe and secure. But the people of Auradon would never be able to understand the necessity to be in an area free of danger and disease.

Mr Deley: Evie. Perhaps this is just review for you. So tell me, what is the average atomic weight of silver?

Evie: Atomic weight? Uh, well, not very much. I mean, it's an atom, right?

She laughed a little nervously but stood up to go to the board when Mr Deley looked at her meaningfully. On the way, she grabbed her magic mirror.

"Um... you know how to calculate the atomic weight of elements?" Jay stated/asked.

Evie blushed but responded, "Yeah, but no-one likes a smart girl." (A.N. So not true.)

Evie: Let's see. How do I find the atomic weight of silver? That would be 106.905 times 0.5200, plus 108.905 times 0.4800, which, Mr Delay, would give us 107.9 amu.

Doug: Amu?

Mr Deley: I forgot. Always a mistake to underestimate-

Evie: A villain? Don't make it again.

She tossed the piece of chalk back to the teacher and sat back down, receiving a note from Chad and staring dreamily at him while Doug sulked.

The scene ended there and Belle actually addressed Evie.

"Evie, you know that you don't have to hide how smart you are. And if you don't understand something, it isn't a bad thing to ask for help," Belle advised her and felt pleased when she saw that the girl seemed to be actually considering her words.

"I may do that, Queen Belle," Evie smiled charmingly at the older woman who smiled reassuringly back.

A.N. I know it's been a while. Sorry for that. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!