"This is mother's room," Mal shuddered. It was just as cold and dark as Maleficent was. "It's worse than I thought."

Ben turned to look at Mal, confused. "Wait, you've never been in here before?"

"Mother forbade me to come here, or it was off with my head."

Ben nodded and they looked around. There was a huge bed with black bedcovers. There was a huge black armchair in the corner of the room, probably what Maleficent thought was her throne. There was a huge shelf in the other corner, filled with spell books and potion bottles.

A huge window was open, letting in the cold air. Ben shivered and closed it, while Mal looked at the shelf. She looked closely at it, and saw a picture pressed in between one of the books. She tried to take it, but she couldn't get at it.

"Uh...Ben?" She turned to Ben.

"Yeah?"

"Help me with that." Mal pointed at the picture.

"What is it?" He asked, standing on his toes and pulling it out.

"I don't know." She replied, taking it from his hands and flipping it.

"Aww..." Ben said, peering over her shoulder at the photo. It was a younger version of Mal. She was smirking, and wore a purple shirt and light green pants and her hair was flowing freely around her. There was a frowning Maleficent in the background. "You're so adorable."

"Shut up," Said Mal, but she was smiling.

"Who do you think took this photo?" Ben asked, taking it from her hands to look closely at it.

"My dad, probably.(By Mal's dad I'm referring to Diaval, from one of my oneshots in Mal and Ben forever. Those of you who have read it will understand.) Remember I told you about him?" Ben nodded. "Or Evil Queen. She was always telling mother to make use of my 'innocent and adorable face' as she put it."

"Well, I don't care who took it, you do look innocent and adorable all the time."

"Whatever," said Mal. "You can keep it if you want."

"Cool," Ben grinned, tracing the picture with his thumb. He placed it in his coat pocket, and they turned to look for something else.

"Hey, look at this," Mal said, pulling out an old book with a black leather cover. "You sure love to find things," Ben joked, and walked beside her to look at it.

"It's getting late," Mal said. "I'll give you a quick tour of my room and we'll then find the fortune teller. We can examine this when we get to Auradon."

"Okay," Ben replied, taking it out of her hands and placing it on the shelf.

They went out of Maleficent's room and to Mal and Evie's. It had two beds. One was with dark purple bedcovers and there was Mal's Long Live Evil tag in bright green on the headboard. The bed on it's left had dark blue bedcovers and there was Evie's crown symbol on the headboard. There was a black dressing table in one corner of the room and the walls were painted half purple and half blue. A bright green closet was in the corner and a red closet in the other.

"Woah..." Ben gasped, looking around.

"I know, right," Mal smirked, and then squealed. Ben followed her gaze and saw something that was...not girl's bedroom material.
It was hard to describe. There were ropes dangling one after the other in the corner of the room.

"I hung those here when I was like...four," Mal explained. "To practice my swinging skills. Stupid, I know, but fun."

She jumped on the first rope, dangling back and forth.

"Mal! You'll hurt yourself!" Ben shouted, worried. Mal didn't listen.

"Look at me!" She shouted, letting go of the first rope and grabbing the other one.

"I can't, or I'll be tempted to do that myself," He said saracastically before his expression turned to one of worry. "You'd fall, Mal!"

"No, I won't," She replied, letting go of the last rope and landing on the floor on her feet.

Ben let out a sigh, wrapping his arms around Mal. "You scared me."

"I like doing that." Mal smiled.

Meanwhile, Jay and Carlos entered Evie's sewing room to find her looking around in her box of fabrics.

"What are you looking for?" Carlos asked.

"I left some of my dresses and clothes here, but I can't seem to find them."

"The same that you're mom didn't like?"

Evie nodded. Just then Audrey entered the room, wearing a blue tank top under a crop black leather jacket. She wore ripped black jeans.

"Hey!" Evie walked closer to Audrey. "That's my outfit!"

Audrey smirked. "I know. But do you expect me to spend the rest of my life in a tank top and skirt?"

"You stole the rest of my clothes too!" Evie realized, and lunged forward, ready to attack.

Audrey dodged her with ease, and was about to punch Evie, when they heard a voice behind them.

"Hey, what's going on?" asked Mal, entering the room, hanging on to Ben's arm. Her gaze fell on Audrey. "Didn't Evie make that outfit?"

"Nevermind," Said Ben. "We'll handle Audrey later. Its getting dark and I suggest we go find the fortune teller."

"Sure." Evie smiled at them and glared at Audrey. "Let's go."

They walked out into the chilly air, and pulled their jackets tightly around them. "She's got to be somewhere around," Mal stated. "I've passed her many times."

They kept walking, until they heard someone say, "Hey...beautiful." The five turned to find Anthony Tremaine standing there, grinning at Mal. "Long time no see." He inched closer to Mal.

Ben stepped in front of Mal. "Excuse me, but that's my girlfriend you're talking about."

"Oh...so Mal found herself a boyfriend. Pity he's not so charming as I am..." Anthony said smugly.

"Come on, Mal," Ben said, glaring at Anthony as he pulled at her hand.

She nodded and walked with Ben, the others in tow. "You know him?" He whispered. "Yeah, he wanted me to start dating him."

"Thank heaven you didn't," He said quietly.

"Look there!" Jay pointed. They all turned to look where he was pointing, and saw a small table with a crystal ball. An old woman was standing behind, wearing a long robe, and her black curls were pulled back with a bandanna sort of thing. The fortune teller!

"We found her," Carlos sighed, and they walked towards the fortune teller.

"Excuse me?" Mal asked.

The woman turned to them, and cracked a smile. "Call me Luna. I can tell fortunes, and I can see all of your futures, good times and bad."

"That's good, but, umm do you remember Gaston?" Ben asked, wincing slightly at his name.

Luna thought for a moment. "Ahh...yes! He came here twenty years ago!"

"Do you remember what you told him?" Jay enquired.

"Yes...I told him his first born son would be killed by a young lady called Mal."

"That's me," Mal said, stepping in front. "What did you see? How is he going to die?"

Luna stared at them. "Well, I saw that..."