Museum

It was awkward really, how uncomfortable the four villain felt when the teachers told them the stories about the villains in the room. They couldn't even enjoy of wonderfully evil they were and had been with this talk. The stories wasn't even that much true. They all had a reason why they did what they did but that didn't seem to be important when teaching it to every kid in the class. Of course they all stayed close to their children to make sure they didn't actually believe this. On the other hand the four children of the villains didn't seem so very interested in the stories, they were mostly looking around at all the old paintings of them.

Jason raised an eyebrow and stroked Iago's feathers before walking over to Jay with a small bump to his shoulder. "Hey man, what's going on?" Jay was watching Jafar's old lamp that he had been trapped in once. The memories made him shiver and quickly shook his head.

"Oh... Nothing just thinking about my dad you know..." The long haired boy leaned agains the wall and sighed heavily. "I never did see him as a killer but that's what he was and is" Jay shrugged and rubbed his forehead under his beanie. Never in his life had he seen Jafar as a killer, sure he knew that it was exactly what his father had been up to under his younger days but the very thought of his pajamas clothed dad killing people didn't make sense in his mind. "It's weird"

"I mean, Jafar was always the villain I found most interested in" The other boy let his parrot walk over his arm to Jay's and push his cheek a little. Iago was found of Jay when he was younger and loved to play with him. Now when even he was younger he still had the mindset from when Jay was a boy. "He likes you"

A small chuckle left the son of Jafar while he scratched the parrot under his head. "A pretty boy aren't you" Jay grinned and sighed. "My dad may be interesting but I think he could really let the anger towards Aladdin go... And the genie... I don't need a villain that tells me to be evil... I want a dad... Not a ruler you know" he shrugged and let Iago walk back to Jason that looked awfully surprised when Jay walked away with slumped shoulders. His son wanted a father but he was his father. He might not be the greatest father in the world but Jafar thought he was enough. Apparently he wasn't.

Mallory was watching Mal from her side of the room, simply watching how good she had become. Spending her time with that Ben and didn't even pay attention to when the teacher told the tale of Maleficent. It angered her but still she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "That wasn't how the tale went" she spoke up which caught the attention of Mal. "Maleficent cursed Aurora for different reasons... She didn't do it for the queens pain she did it for the king." She shrugged and glanced over to Mal that didn't look very amused. "What? I know my history"

"Obviously you don't, my mother cursed Aurora because she was evil, she wanted revenge on King Stefan and Queen Leah" Mal continued and took a few steps closer to Mallory with a glare. "You don't know anything about my mother, you have no idea what she is like"

Mallory chuckled and rolled her eyes. "You don't know anything, do you even know what your mother have been through?" She raised an eyebrow with an amused look. "Have she ever told you how her whole kind burned in their own flames? How she saw her mother fight with her last breath for someone that betrayed her in the last moment? You may speak ill about your mother Mal but you know nothing, even I that isn't even family with your mother knows how much pain she had been through and do you know why I know it?" She raised an challenging eyebrow and took another step closer to the purple haired girl, their green eyes meeting etch other. "I read... I ask... I learn, I don't assume things like rumors from people her like you do... She is your mother... Show her respect" a small huff left her when she turned her heal and walked away.

Mal looked after her with wide eyes, that couldn't be true. Nothing of that could be true. Maleficent would have told her those things, she would have told her if the whole dragon kind burned in their own flames being betrayed from people they trusted. Was that why her mother hated humans? Because it was them that left her like the last dragon on the planet? Mal took a step back and furrowed her eyebrows, looking up at Maleficent's statue. Her eyes always showed pain but she never knew this. The young daughter of the mistress of all evil had now in her mind decided to find out the truth. Even if that meant she had to talk with her mother.

Evie had been standing in front of the big mirror for almost an half hour, seeing exactly were her mirror would fit perfectly. The mirror was crushed but they had fixed it, there was only Evie's part that would make it complete. A small sigh left a princess while she fixed her hair.

"You look just like her" Grace stepped up from the shadows and smiled slightly. The sight of her daughter were she truly belonged made her heart all warm. "Like the queen I mean... I can see why everyone calls you the fairest of them all"

The blue haired girl looked back at her and shrugged. "I suppose so... I don't really know how she looked when she was my age, there is no paintings or pictures of it. Though I imagine her looking like me..." She smiled politely and put her mirror back in her bag. "Thanks... I guess... Being the fairest of them all was my moms goals... I'm just me" she sighed and brushed off her skirt. "I only want to be me and be able to be smart without being ashamed about it"

Grace looked surprised, nothing said her daughter couldn't be smart. Sure it was looks that mattered but the evil queen herself was hardly stupid. All she knew about chemistry she had leaned by reading in the library in her own youth. "My mother always told me that there is more then a pretty face... I should know right" she chuckled softly and played with the ring on her finger. "She also said that men enjoy girls that has a brain but it's dangerous for a queen of a princess to express her opinions when most of the royals are in the old thinking... She also said that you shouldn't be ashamed to be who you want to be... If you want to be smart... Then be it" she smiled softly and sighed. "I'm sure your mother would say something nice about it"

"You have never met my mom, she would say that pretty is what pretty is... Apply more blush darling you are looking awfully pail" Evie shrugged sadly until she felt Grace stroke away some hair from her face.

"Don't judge your mother like that... She loves you" the other girl whispered before walking over to Mallory and Jason. Leaving a confused Evie behind.

Meanwhile on the other side of the room Ella walked over to Carlos and tilted her head. "She had nice hair I have to admit it" she chuckled softly and looked over at the shorter boy. She had never noticed how small her son actually was. Had he always looked so much like a broken puppy that needed belly rubs? She didn't really want to care but she couldn't help it. She tensed when Carlos sighed heavily and carefully grabbed her hand. Ella had been talking with him a few times the last couple of days just quickly in class and when she bumped into him at lunch. This wasn't something she was used to. Holding her son's hand. It was like Carlos was two again and only relied on that Cruella would protect him from the world. She knew very well she had failed that mission and let him fear her instead of get to know the side of her that loved her son.

"Thanks..." Carlos looked up at her with a small smile. He had clearly been getting teary eyed from the minutes he had even standing in front of the big picture of a young Cruella with what looked like a small baby bump on her stomach. "You are the only one that hasn't asked how she was"

Ella simply shrugged, she knew very well how she could be against Carlos. "I don't feel like I need to know it... I know how it is to have a mom that doesn't really show much affection..." She glanced down at their joined hands and smiled slightly. She had missed her son. More then anything.

"Well when you have the devil as a mother you don't get a lot of belly rubs... I don't blame her for hating me but only once it would be nice to be hugged... Even if it was for only a moment."

The other teenager furrowed her eyebrows and pulled him into a hug, running a hand through his hair much like she used to do when Carlos was little. "Villain or no villain Carlos... Mothers always love children... Some doesn't show it as much... But everyone wants to show them how much they mean to them." With that she pulled away and quickly made her way over to the others in her group leaving a young teenage boy that looked awfully confused from the affection, running a hand through his hair. He had felt that once before. That one time Cruella had picked him up and carried him under her fur coat when the winter hit the isle colder the usual. She had stroked his hair until they had come home and Carlos had fallen asleep against her chest. It was a weird feeling and he quickly shook it off. Maybe Cruella was bad but that was a moment he would remember for his whole life.

When the four teenagers met in the middle of the room Jason immediately wrapped an arm around Grace that laid her head against his shoulder. "Let's get out of here and get something to eat" he kissed the other girls hair and looked to the others. Mallory simply nodded and took Iago when he landed on her hand, Ella shrugged and walked out before the others while Grace and Jason stayed behind. "How are you Queenie?"

Grace sighed and shrugged. "Evie have to talk to me... Like the real me... We have things to solve like everyone else have with their kids... But now I'm hungry and need to eat" she hesitated before cupping his cheek and pressing a deep kiss to his lips, making the boy blush deeply. "The show must go on"

"Indeed it do" he nodded and lead her outside the museum. He felt like this romance was probably the best thing that could happen at the moment.

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