It had been a few weeks since her arrival in Auradon, and Uma had to admit she wasn't exactly loathing it.
Sure, Remedial Goodness 101 was boring, her room was hideous and everyone was annoyingly happy, but Uma knew she was free in Auradon. She couldn't cause wreckage in the streets, but she could practice magic and plot schemes that could actually work.
She'd been put in a room with CJ Hook and Freddie Facilier, and although they weren't the worst roommates, Uma wanted to be in a room with Evie. She knew she could twist the blue-haired girl into evil again if she could just take Mal's place in that room. In fact, Uma was looking forwards to replacing Mal in every aspect of Auradon life.
She'd already reluctantly applied to fill Mal's spot in the cheerleading team, as well as offered to be Ben's date at the Cotillion weeks previously. However, it was as if no one was willing to admit Mal was really gone for good. Ben pressed on with the Cotillion, revealing the stained glass painting of him and Mal despite her absence. Life in Auradon continued, however an empty place on the cafeteria table would always remain for Mal.
Uma despised it. She wanted everyone to forget about the purple-haired girl with the green eyes. She wanted Ben to fall for her, not for love but for power. She wanted Carlos and Jay to ask her to hang out, and for Evie to ask her to do fittings. She wanted what Mal had, and she'd stop at nothing to make that happen.
So, with a plan brewing in her head, Uma made her way to Fairy Godmothers office, finally setting her plan in action.
Once upon a time, Mal would've sneered at the idea of working with a team. She spat on the idea of friendship, and loathed every single minute of company. However, something changed within her a long time ago, and she learnt to appreciate the strength numbers could give you.
Which is why she was currently dueling with Harry on the ship, laughing gleefully as they practiced.
"You know, you're not too bad with a sword," Harry praised, blocking Mal's attack swiftly with both his sword and his hook.
"And you're not too bad with that hook," Mal replied, smirking as she twisted her sword, causing the hook to be stuck on her sword and fly out of Harry's hand, "Oh wait, looks like I lied."
She grabbed the hook for herself and quickly disarmed Harry, his sword clattering onto the floor. Cheers erupted from the crew members as their captain once again defeated her first mate.
"Good match," Harry complimented, taking his hook back, "Knew you'd be a natural."
"I did some training in Auradon," Mal replied, biting her lip as the final word slipped out of her mouth.
She'd made a vow not to think or speak of Auradon, nor of the friends and experiences she'd left behind. In fact, she'd tried her best to ignore the fireworks erupting in the sky from the Cotillion she'd spotted a few weeks ago. Her life was on the Isle now, she'd made that choice and she was going to stick with it.
"At least they taught you somethin'," Harry shrugged, inspecting his hook, "Nice hat, by the way."
Mal smirked. She'd found an old pirate on the Lost Revenge, dying it dark purple and decorating it with scraps of purple and green leather. She'd never been much of a seamstress, but she was quite proud of the hat that now loyally sat upon her head.
"I needed a wardrobe change," Mal shrugged, turning to walk away, "I'm going to go scare some children. You coming?"
Harry smirked, "I wouldn't miss it."
"Fairy Godmother?" Uma called as she opened the door of the office, spotting the woman in her signature lilac dress.
"Come in dear!" Fairy Godmother called back, distracted by the array of papers on her desk.
Uma made her way into the office tentatively. The whole room was painted a gentle cream colour, with accents of lilac and pink to match the lively woman. Uma made her way to the plush chair in front of Fairy Godmothers desk, seating herself in front of the woman.
"How can I help you dearie?" Fairy Godmother asked, still rifling through papers.
"I was actually wondering if there's any chance I could have a room change?" Uma asked, wincing at her own sugary-sweet tone, "It's just that me and Evie have bonded so much since I've arrived in Auradon, and in all honesty, I feel like CJ and Freddie are quite a bad influence for me considering the... Circumstances."
"Oh of course!" Fairy Godmother replied happily, "As long as you can have Evie sign the correct paperwork, we can have you moved in straight away."
"Paperwork?" Uma asked in confusion, cursing herself mentally as she'd overlooked the flaw in her plan.
"As it's Evie's room, we need to have physical evidence of her agreeing to share a room again," Fairy Godmother explained, waving her hand in the air, "Health and safety issues."
Uma had already begun plotting how she could get Evie to agree to share a room when an idea sprung into her head. Concentrating quietly, Uma could feel the necklace around her neck glowing, a clear sign of her mothers powers.
"Fairy Godmother, please look at me," Uma demanded, feeling her eyes glow blue.
Fairy Godmother looked up slowly, immediately entranced in Umas eyes. With a smirk, Uma began speaking.
"You will let me move into Mal's old room with Evie immediately," Uma began, "You will act as if I have already given you the paperwork, and you will not question this any further. You will forget this conversation, and have plans for me to move immediately."
Uma clicked her fingers, breaking the trance. Instantly, the necklace and her eyes stopped glowing. Fairy Godmother seemed confused for a few seconds, but the confusion soon turned into a smile as she looked into Umas now normal eyes.
"Ah, Uma! I was just about to come find you!" Fairy Godmother explained happily, "I received the paperwork from Evie, so we'll be sure to have you two moved in together by tonight!"
"That would be wonderful," Uma smiled wickedly, her plan finally kicking into action.
Harry, Mal and the crew of the Lost Revenge ran through the streets of the Isle of The Lost gleefully, loudly shouting as they destroyed anything in their path. Spraypaint flew all over the walls of the alleyways, 'Lost Revenge' decorating every blank wall in their path.
Mal had missed this freedom. She'd missed being able to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Her purple hair blew behind her as she sprinted through streets, Harry by her side. The once straight purple hair had become slightly curly from seawater, the bangs pushed to one side and sometimes pinned back when she was concentrating.
The purple leather jacket that she once wore religiously had been abandoned in favour of a longer dark purple jacket, similar to Harry's. Black, purple and green ripped fishnets wrapped around her legs, a long ripped black shirt with different spray paint stains centering her new look. The only things that had remained the same were her boots and her gloves, the trusty leather still in place.
They eventually returned to the ship after Harry had stolen enough scarves to last him for the rest of the year, all the crew members eating whatever they'd been able to scavenge on their trip. Mal sat on the edge of the ship, her feet dangling above the water as she watched the waves lap each other.
She'd never been a fan of the sea, but that had been because she'd never stopped to admire its beauty. It was vast and mysterious, and although she couldn't swim, Mal just wanted to dive in and explore the depths, and find the treasures that lay below the water.
"Havin' fun?" Harry asked as he sat next to her, his boots dangling off the edge of the ship.
"Just thinking," Mal sighed, "It's nice to just stop and think sometimes."
"Don't go soft on me now," Harry joked, nudging his friend.
Mal laughed, looking out to the bustling docks.
"You know, it's a lot different here now," Mal mused as she leant back, "Without my mother I have nothing to live up to, you know? I've never had time to just be me."
"And what about us?" Harry asked, "You know, we haven't talked about it since you came back."
"What's there to talk about?" Mal replied nervously, ignoring the camera flash directed towards the pair.
"Before you left," Harry explained, "We should talk about it."
"There's nothing to talk about," Mal stubbornly replied, standing up, "Come on, we have mischief to cause. I've had an idea."
Meanwhile in Auradon, unbeknown to them, Uma was stirring her own kind of trouble. Evie was interrupted from her sewing when a knock echoed on the door room door. She opened it carefully, coming face to face with Uma and a rather large suitcase gripped in her hand.
"Evening Evie," Uma greeted, smirking, "Or should I say roomie?"