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Chapter 13: My 'Mother'
Harry's POV:
Tha look o' shock 'n e'eryone's faces is absolutely priceless! Ta be fair, I was pretty shocked as well 'or a moment 'til I really absorbed wha' tha lass was tryin' ta say. E'eryone's probably so shocked 'cause she's right 'n target with tha' long remark. Uma tried ta brin' down tha barrier 'or tha good o' all tha kids 'rom tha Isle, 'nd they were spendin' all their free time huntin' 'er down so they could throw 'er right back 'n there. Meanwhile this princess fucked o'er e'eryone here 'or 'er own selfish reasons, 'nd they're sad she might be takin' a dirt nap? If anyone from tha Isle would've pulled tha', like Hazel said, they wouldn' bat an eyelash 'r feel no sense of remorse if somethin' happened ta said Isle person. 'fore anyone can comment 'n tha lass' statement, Mal pipes up. "There's only one person, in the world, who might be able to do something about this and that's Hades.", she sighs out. Well, looks likes tha Princess is 'n deep shite then. Ben o' course voices his disbelief 'bout tha', 'nd 'or good reason o' course. I've walked past him a few times 'n tha past, 'nd man does he have a reputation 'n him. People scatter as he walks past, they cower if he as much as looks at him. O' course not e'eryone 'n tha Isle shites themselves when he makes his presence know, but a good majority o' 'em do. Plus bein' a Villain, 'nd not just a VK, gives ya automatic street cred dependin' 'n wha' evil deeds landed ya there. Then all of a sudden, Mal drops possibly tha biggest bomb 1 could drop at a time like this. Tha' Hades is 'er DA o' all thin's.
Hazel's POV:
Honestly I'm not really surprised that Mal's dad is Hades. I mean, after the whole Uma thin' her color palette's been slowly shiftin' ta a cooler toned purple. Her hair and outfit is practically blue for fucks sake, and that sure as Hell didn't come from her mother. Ben takes a moment ta compose himself, so I take this as my opportunity ta slip a question in. "So ya're half fairy and half God? Does that make ya a fairy Demigod?", I ask Mal. She actually looks confused for a second, like she's never questioned that before. "I-I don't really know.", she says in a confused tone of voice. "WELL, next time ya see yare dad that might be a good question ta ask.", I point out. Ben steps up ta speak. "Well I'll have to send guards, to get him.", Ben relents. Ahhh, already makin' exceptions for yare future father in law I see. Uma makes a comment about hitchin' a ride. They didn't even bring UP sendin' ya back, the fuck? Carlos and Jay move ta stand beside Ben as Uma explains that the Isle's her home and stuff. Weren't ya just tryin' ta get off that floatin' rock that ya hated so much a hot minute ago? Harry steps up behind her amd places his hands on her shoulders. "Well then, ya'll need yare 1st mate.", he comments. I teleport next ta Harry in a puff of red smoke and glitter. "I'ma head out ta.", I say while makin' eye contact with Harry. He doesn't make any objections, though everyone else looks hella surprised. "The Isle will be in good hands, and I don't completely understand why you're going back Hazel, but if that's what you really want I won't stop you.", Mal comments.
Harry's POV:
Tha lass can' REALLY be serious can she? She's gonna leave e'erythin' 'hind PERMANENTLY, 'or meh? E'en though I tried ta brush 'er off 'or other women, 'mong other reasons. Celia hops up 'nd asks ta go back ta. Then Mal makes 'nother heartfelt speech 'nd apologizes 'gain 'or lyin'. E'eryone forgives 'er, includin' meh. She's tryin' ta protect e'eryone, e'en though tha villain this time was from their own school.. She has good 'ntentions. We wait 'till Gil comes back with Carlos 'nd Jane ta get tha' ride. Tha ride was pretty quiet, none o' us 'ttempts ta make any conversation. Afta tha limo stops we all pile out 'nd watch Jay drive 'way. Uma takes a deep breath 'fore spinnin' 'bout. "It's been a while. Oh how I've missed this place.", she sighs. Celia's 'ready gone, ran off ta go hug 'er da 'r somethin'. "I could've sworn ya hated this place.", Hazel comments. Please tell meh they're not gonna be constantly buttin' heads. Tha'll get 'nnoyin' real fast. "Yeah this place is kinda the worst, but it's still our home. It's where we're from, and all we've ever really known.", Uma lets tha lass know 'fore takin' off 'n tha direction o' tha Chip Shop. We all follow 'er o' course. As we're walkin', somethin' comes ta me attention. I look o'er at tha lass, she looks back at meh 'nd quirks 'er brow. "Hey lass, yare magic works 'ere 'n tha Isle right?", I confirm. She nods 'er head. "Ya do remember the last time I was here right?", she asks meh 'n an amused tone o' voice. "WAIT, YOU CAN DO MAGIC? Can I see?!", Gil exclaims as he rushes o'er ta 'er side. I roll me eyes as she giggles at his excitement.
Hazel's POV:
"Well what do ya wanna see sweetie?", I ask him. Afta thinkin' that over for a, moment, his face lights up even MORE than it already was. "Can you make grapes appear?!", he asks. WOW, never seen someone so excited over somethin' as simple as, grapes. Though I can't really say I'm, surprised, fruit basically doesn't exist here. "Do ya want red or white grapes?", I ask back. His eyes widen. Oh don't tell me he didn't know there was more than 1 kind of grapes, this poor child. "What color were the grapes ya tried?", I follow up. Harry lets out an exaggerated groan, I'm guessin' he wants ta back ta what he was talkin' about. "Don't worry Hooky, this'll only take a moment.", I say in a sing song tone of voice as I glance over in his direction. "Green, but wouldn't that make them green grapes?", Gil asks. I let out a giggle. "Ya'd think that's how it would work sweetie, but no. Those were white grapes, and don't ask me why they're called that I didn't come up with it. I'll just give ya both.", I tell him. My eyes light up, and with the snap of my fingers, some red smoke and a lil bit of red glitter, a bowl appears in Gil's hand. Filled with red and green grapes of course. He almost drops the bowl in surprise, but thankfully doesn't. Pretty soon he's shovelin' grapes down his throat, and I can't stop laughin' at his enthusiasm. I look ahead and catch Uma lookin' at me. "What?", I ask with the tilt of my head. She shrugs her shoulders. "Oh nothing much, was just wondering how you're able to do magic in a magic free zone.", she replies.
Harry's POV:
Aye, Uma's askin' tha right question. She shouldn' be able ta do any magics 'ere at all, so why can she? Why's tha lass so special? She shrugs 'er shoulders back at Uma. "I have no idea Captain, but the barrier DOES limit what I'm able ta do.", she tells Uma. Uma looks e'en more intrigued. She beckons tha lass at walk at 'er side, I follow ta. Gil stays 'hind us still chokin' down those grapes. "So how powerful are you exactly if you call this limited?", Uma asks 'er. She just shrugs 'er shoulders 'gain. "I don't know, I never pushed myself ta my limits.", the lass answers. So either she's ne'er really bothered with improvin' 'er magic abilities 'r she doesn't actually have a limit. Is tha' e'en possible, 'or someone ta not have a limit? "Well clearly you're more powerful than the barrier.", Uma comments. I ne'er really thought 'bout wha' it means ta be able ta use magic 'ere. I didn' think there actually was anythin' more powerful than the barrier, 'sides tha wand. "Does tha' mean ya're more powerful than tha wand?", I chime 'n. Hopefully Uma won' be mad at meh 'or askin' somethin' durin' 'er grillin' process. E'en though she's not takin' the rough approach it's clear she's sizin' tha lass up 'nd gettin' information outta 'er. "Maybe lol, I wouldn't ACTUALLY know unless someone used the wand against me.", she says 'n me direction. I nod me head, 'nd sneak a glance at Uma's direction. She gives meh a nod, so it looks like I asked a good question then.
Hazel's POV:
Don't THINK I can't see what Uma's tryin' ta, do. She's tryin' ta figure me out, and if I'm a, threat, ta what she has. For someone who's all of a sudden REAL proud ta live on the Isle, ya'd think she'd know how ta be a bit more subtle about it. The Chip Shop soon comes inta view. "Do you think you could've defeated Audrey on your own if you had tried?", Uma asks. I see we're, still, not done with the this lil 'game' of 20 questions. I shrug my shoulders. "I guess we'll never know.", I sigh while slightly shakin' my head. I skip up ta the front door and kick it open. Then I walk up ta the bar, someone puts a plate of fries in front of me. "Thank you.", I chirp before discreetly magicin' up a fork. Pretty soon cheers erupt as Uma walks in with Harry and Gil at her side. "WHAT'S MY NAME?!", Uma screams. The rest of the crew obviously all scream Uma, even Gil. Wow, constantly seeking validation because of lingerin' insecurities I see. I wonder if that has anythin' ta do with Mal callin' her, Shrimpy, in the past. She gathers the crew around the bar, and stands on the other side. To ensure she has everyone's attention and to establish a difference in rank no doubt, interestin'. "So, what's been going on in my absence? Besides Hazel here joining our crew, I'll already been filled in on that.", Uma asks everyone. I wonder if any of them will bring up that lil, fight of sorts, that I had with Ginny and those 2 female members of the crew whose names I, can't REALLY be bothered ta remember. That wouldn't be a very, wise, decision on their part if they did that and it caused problems for me. Then I'd have ta hurt them, lol.
Harry's POV:
"Harry recruited Ginny as well, she's the new waitress here.", Bonny says while rollin' 'er eyes. Don' know why Bonny's actin' like it's such a big inconvenience 'or 'er, she doesn' e'en have ta interact with Ginny. "Good, means I don't have to waste as much time waiting tables anymore.", Uma replies. Glad she doesn' have any issues 'bout me decision. Surprised no one's given any lip 'bout tha lass bein' back. Speakin' o' tha lass, she's bein' awful silent there just shovin' chips down 'er throat. "Hey can I have some?", Gil loudly whispers as he takes a seat next ta 'er. She slides 'er plate o'er ta him. "Weren't you JUST eating Gil?", Uma asks him. E'eryone shifts their attention ta him, 'nd he freezes just 'fore he's 'bout ta pop 'nother chip 'n his mouth. Uma waves him off as she slightly shakes 'er head. He 'tarts polishin' off tha rest o' Hazel's chips as tha rest o' tha crew fills Uma 'n. Tha lass just sits 'ere tha entire time studyin' 'er nails. I nudge 'er shoulder, 'nd she spins 'bout ta look at meh. She tilts 'er head 'nd shoots meh a questionable look. "Wha's wrong with ya?", I lean 'n ta whisper. 'er arms shoot out 'nd she wraps 'em 'round me neck ta pull meh 'n e'en closer. "Nothin' actually, checkin' in ta see what Mal's up ta.", she whispers 'n me ear. How's she managin' ta do tha'? "Wha-", I 'tart 'fore she cuts meh off. "Imagine lookin' inta a crystal ball or magic mirror, except not needin' ta use either of those thin's ta do it.", tha lass 'plains ta meh. If I wasn' so intrigued I'd clock 'er 'or cuttin' meh off like tha'.
Hazel's POV:
"GODS, GET A ROOM YOU 2!", one of the other female members of the crew snaps. I let my arms drop as Harry IMMEDIATELY straightens himself out. Everyone's, lookin', at us now. Fun. "Ya should stay out o' thin's ya have no business buttin' inta, but 'or tha record we weren' e'en messin' 'round.", Harry defends. That hoe interrupted a perfectly good moment ta make him question his, clearly incorrect, decision ta not mess around with me anymore. I crack my neck before hoppin' up and starin' her dead in the eyes. She breaks eye contact 1st of course. "Then what were you both doing over there?", Uma asks while placin' a hand on her hip. I whip my head in her direction. Harry's about ta bumble out an excuse or somethin' like that, that is of course before I decide ta speak 1st. "Careful Captain, ya wouldn' wanna come off as if ya're JEALOUS or anythin' would ya?", I ask her. She's most likely annoyed that we took all the, attention, away from her for a moment. That bein' said, bringin' this up will make her back down. She lets out a snort as she rolls her eyes. "As if I could be jealous of you 2, I could frankly care less what you 2 do in your spare time. What I do care about is what you do during MY TIME. So do me a favor and keep the PDA to a minimal and PAY ATTENTION.", Uma says before quirkin' her brow. I glance over at Harry's direction, and I can' tell if he's embarrassed or pissed. He justs silently nods as I salute her. She goes back ta talkin' about whatever she was talkin' about earlier. Harry doesn' look at me for the remainder of this, meetin'.
Harry's POV:
Lass's only back 'or a few minutes 'nd is 'ready causin' trouble. Though when hasn' she caused trouble while bein' 'ere? She sure likes ta push people's buttons. It's pretty fuckin' hilarious most o' tha time, but when it comes ta Uma, tha lass is playin' with fire. Uma dismisses us 'or tha night, 'nd I couldn' get outta there fast enough. Savin' tha world is hard work, I'm exhausted. Tha lass 'tarts followin' meh home. " 'nd where 're ya off ta 'n this fine night?", I jokin'ly ask 'er. It's clear she'll be expectin' ta stay with meh 'or howe'er long she sees fit. She giggles, 'nd I hate how cute it sounds. "Well I AM pretty worn out from taday, so I was plannin' on gettin' a good night's rest on this, lovely ship, I know.", tha lass says 'n an amused tone o' voice. It's gonna be pretty hard ta distance meself from 'er now tha' we're stuck 'n tha same island tagether 'gain. Should I e'en bother tryin' ta fight 'er 'n this? I'm bound ta fall 'or 'er all o'er 'gain if I'm bein' completely honest with meself. I wonder if she knew tha', 'nd tha's why she was so keen ta come with us. "Wha' ship might tha' be, hmm?", I ask as Uncle Smee's ship comes inta view. She skips 'head, 'tops at tha front o' tha ship, 'nd points at it. "Why that one RIGHT, there.", shes says dramatically. I let out a snort as I follow 'er inside. I bound down tha stairs afta 'er, 'nd come inta an empty livin' room. Uncle Smee's 'ready asleep then, otherwise he'd be sittin' o' tha couch ready ta greet meh as usual. "So, ya live here permanently then?", Hazel asks meh.
Hazel's POV:
I already know the answer ta that, but I can't let him know that I've been 'spyin'' on him. "Ya, e'er since yare generous donation, I've been crashin' 'ere. Speakin' o' which, where'd ya e'en get tha' much money anyway?", Harry asks me. Magic, obviously. Does he think magic can't be poofed up from thin air or somethin? He starts leadin' us down a hallway, ta his room I'm assumin'. I can practically FEEL the exhaustion flowin' off him. It's quite sad really, that that LIL of a confrontation took that much out of him. "Magic silly. Despite what, some people, might believe you can in fact POOF up money from thin air. How're ya're sisters by the way? It'd be, 'rude', of me not ta ask.", I explain. He open the door ta his room before usherin' me inside. I take a quick look around. Why the fuck he'd decorate this room almost EXACTLY like his old one beats me, maybe he just really likes this aesthetic. I plop down on his bed as he shuts the door behind him. "Makin' money doesn' really seem like somethin' someone could do with limited magic there darlin'. Me sisters' 're fine, Uncle Smee really laid inta me Da. He doesn' get 'em clients anymore, he has all tha money he needs 'or booze now.", Harry informs me. It's not my fault if other magical bein's are, weaker, than me. Movin' on from that, it's good ta hear that Smee finally grew a pair and stepped up. Harry walks over ta a laundry hamper, and starts undressin'. Oh goody, looks like I'll be gettin' a show before bed. "It's just paper with some fancy print on it, nothin' ta complicated about that. On a softer note, I'm glad thin's are better, ya deserved better than THAT. On a not as soft note, ya want some help with that?", I ask him.
Harry's POV:
'ppose she's right, it is just paper afta all. I'm a VK 'nd a pirate, people don' e'er look at meh 'nd think, aye tha' lad deserves better. Especially someone from 'cross tha water. I don' get why she seems ta care 'or meh so much, right now she really has no reason ta, I've kinda acted like a bit o' a prick as o' late. Yet 'ere she is, don' really get wha' makes meh so special. 'sides me good looks 'nd talents. I pause as I'm 'bout ta shrug me vest off. "Help with wha' lass?", I ask 'er. I'm not e'en doin' anythin' tha' requires help. She lets out a giggle. There she goes 'gain with soundin' cute, it's gonna be a long night isn' it? "Changin' clothes of course.", she says like it's tha most obvious thin' 'n tha world. I raise me brows. Well, tha' didn' take long at all. 'er eyes flash red 'or a split second, 'nd she holds 'er hand up. Then it hits meh, she meant by usin' 'er magic. I almost feel somethin' akin ta disappoint as I nod me head. With a snap me dirty clothes 're 'n tha hamper, 'nd I'm 'n nothin' but me boxers. "What's with the, disappointed, look on yare face Hooky? Don't tell me ya wanted me ta do it with my own hands.", tha lass says 'n an amused tone o' voice as she holds 'er hands out. I did not have a 'disappointed' look 'n me face, tha's a lie! Right, lass is full o' it. Just as a precaution I do make me face go blank as I make me way o'er ta 'er. She looks amused. "Why so amused?", I ask as I cross me arms while standin' 'fore 'er. She shrugs 'er shoulders 'fore snappin' 'er fingers once 'gain. Leavin' 'er 'n 'er underwear. I swallow as me eyes slightly widen.
Hazel's POV:
Teasin' him is gonna be soooo much fun. "Cause ya still want me even afta bein' OH SO, exhausted, from savin' the world earlier.", I point out before rollin' ta my side of the bed and slidin' under the blankets. That makes him get that, defensive, look on his face before he joins me in bed. "I DON' wan' ya like tha', tired 'r not.", he grumbles. I bust out laughin'. That's 1 of the BIGGEST damn lie I've ever heard. EVERYONE wants me, whether they can admit it ta themselves or anyone else for the matter. It's a, 'curse', I seem ta have. There's just somethin' about me that PULLS people in, entrances them, intrigues them. "Ya're funny, Hooky.", I tell him. He quickly turns ta his side so he's facin' me, I do the same. "I'm bein' serious lass.", he replies. Oh is that so lol? We'll see about THAT. I slide over ta him so our faces our inches apart. He tries ta scoot back, cute. I lock my arms around his neck before he get the chance ta though. "If ya don't want me, then this shouldn't be a problem.", I say with a big grin on my face. He narrows his eyes at me. Oh don't tell me I'm pushin' yare buttons mistah tough guy. "It doesn', I just don' wanna be this close ta ya.", he snaps. I fake a hurt expression on my face. "Ow, that cuts deep sweetie, I'm hurt.", I say as I bat my eyelashes. I feel him swallow, good. "No ya're not, ya're enjoyin' this.", he breathes out. Ya're right there, cutie. "Why would I enjoy bein', unwanted?", I ask him with an innocent look on my face. The annoyance he worked so hard to plaster all over his face, falters. Ooo, gettin' CLOSER.
Harry's POV:
"Tha's not wha' I meant!", I exclaim. I wasn' tryin' ta make 'er feel unwanted either.. 'ppose tha' message got lost 'n translation afta I said I didn' wan' 'er- oh.. "What DID ya mean then?", she softly asks meh. Any trace o' jest 'r 'musement leaves 'er face, she looks vulnerable. She wouldn' just let tha' slip if she didn' it wan' ta. Is this 'nother game, 'r is she chosin' ta trust meh with this side o' 'er? "Ya're enjoyin' watchin' meh squirm.", I say. Yah it's a bit o' a cop out ta 'er question, but I don' wanna do this right now. I'm tired I just wanna at least get some shut eye 'fore havin' ta have 'nother serious conversation. "Would ya rather us switch positions and YA watch ME squirm?", she jokes. Tha' lighthearted look comes back ta 'er face, I can 'ell it's forced. "I t'ink I'll pass lass.", I snort. She lets go o' meh 'fore scootin' back ta 'er side o' tha bed. "Don't think I didn't notice what ya did there a second ago. I'll give ya a pass, just this once, cause ya're tired and I'm considerate like that.", tha lass says 'fore turnin' 'round ta sleep. "Yah, considerate.", I mutter. I'm lucky she didn' press 'n til I caved, but me luck'll run out by 'morrow I'm sure o' tha' much. "Fuck.", I mutter under me breath when I realize I 'orgot ta turn out tha lights. I don' have tha energy ta walk all tha way o'er there 'nd back, course this is just me luck I guess. I'm 'bout ta shove tha sheets off meh when I hear a snap. Tha lights 're snuffed out, 'nd tha room's 'lmost completely dark 'cept 'or tha light comin' 'n from tha window. "Thanks lass.", I tiredly say just 'fore I pass out.
*Minor Time Skip*
Hazel's POV:
I wake up 1st again, which isn't surprisin' considerin' how tired my poor baby was last night. I lay in bed for a hot minute, usin' my magic ta see what's goin' on in Auradon naturally. Audrey's alive, damn it, and everyone looks like they're in better spirits. Oh great, what'd I miss? This just won't do. I rewind time just a lil bit, and all of a sudden Hades is gettin' out of a limo bein' flocked by body guards with chains around his ankles and wrists. Isn't that a lil bit, excessive? Hades and Mal have a short exchange all while he points out the double standards goin' on there. Then Hades and Beast have this weird growl off afta Mal gives him the glowin' rock. Is Hades part dog now or somethin' I'm lost. He wakes up Audrey, and the bitch of course looks 'sorry'. Her and Mal have a moment, yada yada yada. How borin' and OH SO, predictable. As if she even DESERVED their apologies, but MOVIN' ON from that. As Mistah Blue Flame is bein' towed away Mal runs afta him, they have a heart ta heart kinda thin', it was actually pretty sweet. I wonder what havin' a dad is like.. I fix time, bringin' us back ta the present. I hear footsteps, heavy footsteps. I take it that's Mistah Smee. There's a knock on the door. "Harry, son, Uma just stopped by she said-", Mistah Smee starts sayin' as he's openin' the door. He obviously stops short when he sees me layin' here. I wave at him, he hesitantly waves back. I nudge Harry awake, which takes a moment cause boy he did NOT wanna get up yet.
Harry's POV:
I feel someone shovin' me shoulder, I try wavin' 'em off but they're persistent. I crack me eyes open 'nd it's tha lass. "Ya better not be wakin' me up 'or-", I 'tart grumblin' out 'fore she puts a 'top ta tha'. "Ya're Uncle's here.", she explains. I just 'bout break me eyelids 'rom openin' 'em so fast. I sit up when I realize how bad this looks right now. "Uncle Smee I promise this isn' wha' it looks like.", I stammer out. He nods his head. "I believe you son, but even if this was exactly what it looks like I wouldn't be mad. You're a young man after all and-", Uncle Smee 'tarts 'fore I plug me ears. I can hear tha lass' muffled cacklin', o' course she'd t'ink tha' this is funny. "Can we not have THA' conversation right now? Wha'd ya come 'n 'ere 'or anyway?", I ask him as I slowly pull me hands 'way from me ears. "Oh right! Uma just stopped by, she is such a sweet girl, and she wanted me to tell you dress nice because Lady Mal and King Ben's engagement party is this afternoon.", Uncle Smee tells meh. They really couldn' wait a day 'r 2 ta rub their happiness 'n e'eryone's faces could they? Tha lass sits up, tha look o' dread plastered 'cross 'er face. "Don' tell meh ya left all yare Boradon dress back 'n Boradon.", I joke. She playfully rolls 'er eyes at meh. "Yes, but that's not really my concern. I can poof up a frilly dress if I need ta.", she plainly says. "Well, uh, I'll just leave you two to get ready. It was nice to see you again Hazel.", Uncle Smee says while shieldin' his eyes. Why's he- oh wait. Lass isn' wearin' a shirt. T'ank Hades she's wearin' a bra, 'r else this would've been awkward.
Hazel's POV:
"It was nice ta see ya ta Mistah Smee!", I chirp as he makes his way out. I poof up my phone and shoot a text ta Ben. Is this just dress nice, or mandatory formal? I'm fucked if it's mandatory formal. "Oye, who're ya textin' lass?", I hear Harry ask me as he leans over ta try and see for himself. I laugh as I hold my phone out of his eye sight. "Hey! If ya must know, I'm askin' Ben somethin'.", I tell him. He looks a bit surprised. "Ya can get through ta Boradon?", he asks as if I didn't just say Ben. I nod my head as I shoot him a 'duh that's what I just said' kinda look. "Well wha'd ya ask 'im anyway?", he questions. I swear, his burnin' curiosity's gonna be the end of me. "If I just have ta dress like I'm NOT goin' ta a strip club, or if it's a mandatory formal kinda thin'.", I inform him. My phone pings, I've got a reply from Ben. My heart sinks, it's mandatory formal because why wouldn't it be, it's Auradon afta all. I suppose I could break this rule, no one would really say anythin' ta me about it, I break rules ALL the time. That'd be dishonest though, and like I'm disownin' my mother, my adoptive mother I mean. "Well, wha's tha verdict darlin'?", Harry asks me. I quite like the endearin' term, darlin', when it comes from him. I let out a long sigh before grumblin', "Mandatory formal.". He quirks a brow a me. "Wha's so bad 'bout tha'? Ya just have ta wear a fancy dress 'r somethin' right?", he asks me. I take it the Isle doesn't have mandatory formal, I honestly didn't expect it ta, but I figured people here would've at least HEARD about it on the tv.
Harry's POV:
"It's a BIT, more than, that. Yes ya have ta dress real fancy, and there's no way of gettin' out of that. Ya also have ta flaunt yare royal title if ya have one, if not it's daughter/son of whoever yare parent(s) is. Wear a crown if ya're royal, and wear yare parents colors/somethin' that shows who ya're the child of.", tha lass 'plains ta meh. Tha's wha' she's worryin' 'bout? So wha' if she has ta.. " 'nd cause ya're adopted tha' makes thin's difficult?", I ask while tryin' ta look sympathetic. She hops out o' bed, I follow 'er. "I don't need yare sympathy, and that's not even the issue.", she defends. Was it insensitve o' meh ta ask? "Then wha' is lass?", I ask as I move ta 'tand 'n front o' 'er. I know family's a sore subject 'or 'er, probably shouldn' have brought it up. "I have ta parade 'round announcin' who my adoptive parent is, which I'm usually subtle about. I don't wear their colors or anythin' I just wear somethin' nice that could vaguely allude ta them.", tha lass points out. I perk up at tha'. Tha lass ne'er did tell me who 'er 'parent' is. "Do ya not have a good 'lationship with 'em?", I ask. We make eye contact. "We do for the most part, they don't agree with 'how I conduct myself' sometimes, but otherwise we're good. Before ya ask the issue has been that people like ta point out how I'm adopted, and also 'cause of who my 'mother' is and what that makes me.", Hazel further explains. If they get o' fine it shouldn' matter wha' some pricks 'cross tha water might say. Though I'm sure I'd feel tha same way ta if I were 'n 'er shoes, me Da's a touchy 'nough subject as is. I can' imagine havin' ta throw bein' adopted inta tha'.