Disclaimer: I do not own Descendants or Isle of the Lost nor do own any of the character.

thought '...'

speaking "..."

I did not read the book isle of the lost so if people want to send some characteristic or summaries or anything about the book they think I should know I would appreciate it.


Mal's point of view

Mal knew that Jay was up to something. She was just unsure what, and that irked Mal. Mal knew that even though she called Jay' just a thief,' he was more than that. He was just a good a schemer as she was. "It's fine," Mal muttered, "Jay would never…." Mal shook her head; a villain was never loyal. Jay really could turn on them at any time. That thought alone made Mal queasy.

"Hey," a bright voice shook Mal out of her thoughts.

"Hey," Mel replied back, watching as prince charming and Audrey threw her a dirty look before turning down the hall.

"How was your first day?" Ben asked. Mel paused at the puppy dog look on the prince's face wanting nothing more than to tease the boy.

"Super," Mal chirps, sarcasm painted on her smile.

The prince doesn't seem discouraged, and Mel can't help but wonder what the prince's hazel eyes are searching for. "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 looks between her locker door painted with her emblem and then at the prince. "Way to take all the fun out of it" Mel smirked at Ben's confused "huh."

There was an awkward pause between the two. "I don't know. Professor Esmeralda is a pretty awesome teacher."

"Awesome isn't a word I would ever use to describe a teacher," Mal muttered, slamming her locker, remembering the academy on the island and the teacher's oh so helpful lessons. Ben looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole with how awkward this conversation was going.

Mal watches as Jane passes by over Ben's shoulder. "That said, catch you later, princey." Mal does her best to not appear rushed as she follows the shy girl into the bathroom.

"Hi! It's Jane, right?" Mal smiled, doing her best to appear as friendly as possible. "Ah, always loved that name. Jane."

The little girl looked ready to jump out of her skin. "That's cool." The girl does her best to zip around the villain.

"Don't go!" Mal shouted, masking her frustration behind a pout, "I guess I was just kind of hoping to make a friend. You probably have all the friends you need, though, huh?" Mal looks at the floor, scratching her arm pathetically.

"Hardly," Jane scoffs, but Mal could see the lonely girl.

"Really? I mean, with your mom being fairy godmother and headmistress? I mean, not to mention your own, um" shit why were complements so hard "personality."

"I'd rather be pretty," Jane said, staring at the floor "you've got great hair," The girl chirps, trying to reach for Mal's hair. Mal was very proud that she only flinched slightly at the girl so invading her space.

Mal placed the smile back on her face. "You know what? I have just the thing for that. It's right…." Mal picks up her spell book flipping through the spells frantically. "Ah, here." Mal straightens her shoulders and gathers the magic in her core. "Beware, forswear, replace the old with brand new hair."

Jane makes "Oh, ah, ah!" As her head begins to move back and forth. Mal watches as the hair begins to lengthen and curl. Finally, the magic stops, and Jane stands tall. 'Damn, I'm good,' Mal thought, taking Jane by the shoulder guiding her to the mirror.

"Wow! You almost don't notice your…." Nice Mal, need to be nice "your other features anymore."

Jane is in ah of her new look "Do my nose!"

Mal shrieked back at the girl's zealous. "Oh, I can't. I've been practicing, but you know, I can't do really big magic." It irked Mal to say that, but the show must go on. "Not like your mom with her wand. I mean, one swoosh from that thing, and you could probably have whatever features you wanted."

Jane's features softened. "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."

Mal huffed. "What a rip?" These idiots can use magic to learn it and all that unlimited potential, wasting it.

"Yeah," Jane says, a pout on her face.

Mal could smell the mommy issue. "You know, she used magic on Cinderella," A flinch from Jane told Mal all she needed. "Who wasn't even her real daughter" Another shade of sadness appears on Jane's face. "Doesn't she love you?"

The girl perked up, ready to defend her mother. "Well, of course, she does." Jane bit her lip. "It's just, you know, tough love." Mal strained to keep her smile on her face, tough love like these people knew anything about tough love. "Work on the inside, not on the outside. You know, that sort of thing." Mal could tell that Jane didn't believe a word that she said. After all, how can you love what's inside when people like Audrey exist to constantly beat people down.

"Oh, that's the face! Yeah, and then just look as if your…your heart is about to break." Mal worked on her own heart back face to show as an example. Her lip wobbled, and she made her voice sound pathetic. "Oh, mother, I just don't understand why you can't make me beautiful, too."

"Think it would work?" Jane asked, 'It better,' Mal thought, the very idea that another of her plans could fail irking her.

"Yeah. I mean, that's what old Cindy did, right? And your mother Bibbidi-bobbidi-boooed the living daylights out of her. And, hey, if your mom does decide to, you know, break out the old wand, invite me."

"If I can convince mom, you're so there," Jane squealed, touching the ends of her hair.

"Yay," Mal said, clapping 'if the plan fails, it's not from lack of enthusiasm.'

"Bye," Jane chirped, waving.

"Bye," Mal sighed when the door closed. Dropping her shoulders and her smile, "How do people smile for so long without their face hurting."

Mal walked out of the bathroom, wondering what she should do now. 'We have some lax time now that we don't have an actual schedule. This would be a good time to focus on the planning, but how many different plans can I make and initiate without being obvious.'

"My my dearie, you are very talented." A voice beside Mal spoke out.

Mal looked to her side an elderly woman with curly blonde hair that was starting to turn white and a colorful outfit that is shrouded underneath a red velvet cloak with gold trimming her hands wrapped around a large carpetbag in front of her.

"I'm sorry, do I know you." Mal already knew she didn't, but Mal was unsure about this women's aura. Mal could sense a large amount of magic. It was as if this woman was oozing magic.

Mal could feel her magic start to react to this stranger. "Oh, come now, dearie, don't fret."

"Who are you?" Mal snapped, feeling her hackles start to rise.

"Hmmm," The woman smiled, tilting her head as the long dangling spider earring bounce with her head movement. "Professor Cromwell at your service."

"What do you want?" Mal tried to step back, but the women followed. Mal had never met a person like this. Even Fairy Godmother didn't feel like this. 'Then again, Fairy Godmother's power came from a wand, and this all this magic is coming from her.' Mal felt her eyes turning green, and a sharp ache in her mouth appeared. Were her teeth starting to grow?

"I frightened you. I'm sorry, dearie" The women tried to soothe.

"I'M NOT SCARED" Mal shouted. She had only ever felt a power like this from her mother, but even then, the barrier muted the power. Mal could see and feel her mother's power but was thankfully never on the receiving end of magical outbursts.

"My apologizes, the wrong choice of words" The woman looked sweet nonthreatening, but Mal didn't trust the happy-go-lucky attitude. "I just felt a burst of magic and came to make sure everything was okay."

"What?"

"Magic, dearie, if one knows how to look, one can sense all the magic in the area. Like, say outside of school grounds at a certain museum after hours."

Mal's eyes widen. She didn't know that. No one said anything about that. "Granted, small spells equal a small signal, so it could be that I was wrong." The old woman clapped her hands "after all, more minor spells are harder to pinpoint, but not impossible. "

"I don't know what you're talking about," Mal said, trying to calm her nerves down.

Cromwell tapped her chin, but before she could respond, a loud "MAL" ripped through the air.

Both females turned towards the noise and watched as Jay started to run towards them.

"Jay," Mal asks, confused.

Both teens star at each other for a moment. "What's up, Mal?" Jay says with a smile standing close to the young girl.

"You tell me you're the one that screamed my name across the courtyard." Mal raised an eyebrow at the older teen but would die on the stake before admitting that she felt more comfortable with Jay.

"Just wanted to see your new friend," Jay says with a smile, slinging an arm over Mal's shoulder.

"This is professor Cromwell. We were just having a chat." Jay knew that Mal was uncomfortable, but this was serious for Mal to actually sink into Jay's embrace.

"Oh," Jay says, standing to his full height. "My bad, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"It's alright, dearie. We just had a little chat about magic."

"Magic," Jay says, unable to get stop his face from twisting.

"It was just a little chat, nothing serious. I did want to meet you three." Cromwell says with a smile

"Four," Mal corrects

"I'm sorry."

"There are four of us," Jay explains, wondering what precisely this granny wanted.

"Oh, I see, but only three of you possess magic-"

"Two," Jay interrupted, tensing. Mal tapped Jay's wrist, a warning for the boy to calm down.

"No, dearie, there are three, I may be old, but I'm not senile yet." Agatha smiled, watching as the boy tensed. "Although I will say, darling, your magic looks very interesting." Agatha placed her bag on the ground taking a step towards the two teens. Mal grabbed the boy's wrist a show that she was still there.

Jay stood still, only wincing when the women's hands rested on both his cheeks. Jay tensed when the women's hands began to warm, her fingers gently digging into the boy's skin. "My my, what pretty red eyes you have." Jay retched his head back, a snarl appearing on his face. Mal stepped in between the two, green eyes blazing.

Jay pulled the girl to his chest. "I'm fine, just wasn't expecting it." Jay held onto the girl making sure she wouldn't do anything crazy. After all, this is one of the teachers that is willing to give them a fair shot. Mal didn't lower her stance watching as the elderly woman walked back to her bag. 'Brave to turn her back to a villain,' Jay thought, snarling at the voice in his head that told him he's the one that needs to tread carefully.

"Dearie, do you mind helping an old woman with her bag to the bus station." Agatha was all warm smiles again, acting as if nothing had happened between her and the teens.

Jay really wanted to tell the woman to off but bit his tongue, placing a smile back on his face. "Of course, granny" Jay was hoping to anger the woman with the nickname, but she simply laughed to herself.

As Jay moved forward, Mal grabbed the boy's bicep. Mal's eyes were still green but less intense now. "Don't" Mal tightened her grip on the boy.

Jay gave a wolfish smile. "Careful, Mal, keep acting like this, and I'll think you actually care about me."

Mal doesn't take the bait, still staring at the tall teen. "It will be fine," Jay says, grabbing Mal's hand, only to have the girl's nails dig into his skin.

"She's dangerous," Mal whispers, and Jay can practically tell that Mal hates that she admitted it.

"We're dangerous," Jay reassures, removing Mal's hand from him.

"You come to my room after." Mal orders

"And if I don't?" Jay teases, already knowing that he will be in Mal's room after this.

"I'll burn this place to the ground" Green eyes blaze, and Jay can't help but feel like safe.