Evie was sitting in her room, practicing her make-up just like her mother wanted her to. As she was about to start working on her hair for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, the Evil Queen threw open her door with a hopeful look on her face.

"Mother," Evie started once her heart rate had come down from the shock it received, "is everything alright?"

"Everything is fine, my little apple." The queen said, stepping into her daughter's room at the house they shared with Maleficent, Cruella, Jafar and their children.

As the queen began to silently pace in front of the full-length mirror located in her room, Evie took the opportunity to study her mother. For once her mother wasn't dressed in her usual outfit. Her raven black hair was, for one of the few times Evie had seen it, out of its confines of the head wrap her mother normally wore. Instead in had been pulled over one shoulder in loose curls. Her normal over the top gown had been traded for a more subdued blue velvet dress the same shade as Evie's own hair. Even her make-up had been toned down to a degree that only her daughter had seen, and even then, it had only been a few times in her life. However, the ever-present ruby painted lips, that were her mother's signature, reminded Evie that this was still the Evil Queen.

"Evie, my little crab apple," Evie rolled her eyes at the nickname, "we have just gotten word that some officials from Auradon are coming tomorrow to discuss things with myself, Maleficent, Cruella and Jafar."

"Okay, that's" concerning, is what Evie wanted to say but thought better of it, "interesting. Do you know what about?"

Evie honestly didn't care very much, she just asked to please her mother. She had been taught that she was only supposed to be pretty, obedient, marry a prince and provide for her mother longer than she could remember. The first thing her mother had taught her was how to apply make-up before she could even walk. "Beauty is everything. If you aren't beautiful, then what are you?" her mother use to say to her when giving Evie her make-up lessons. She wished that her mother saw her as her daughter and not a way to end back up in a castle, but Evie never voiced her opinions. Not after what happened the last time.

"Not a clue." her mother answered, considering the mirror in front of her, "fixing" her hair.

"Alright. Was there any particular reason you decided to throw open the door when you came in then, mother?"

Turning around to face her daughter, the Queen slowly made her way over to the vanity where Evie sat. As she stalked closer, Evie tried her best not to show fear in front of her mother. Even with her less severe look for the day, the Queen was not someone to be trifled with. Even on the Isle.

Coming to stop in front of her daughter, the Evil Queen looked her over before saying, "Oh no reason. Just wanted to make sure you were perfecting your make-up. It was a bit smudged when you came down for supper yesterday." As she finished speaking, she patted Evie's cheek as if she was a small child, then turned around to head out the room.

Evie bowed her head in defeat. She knew that her look had been nothing short of immaculate the day before. Her mother was just trying to make her feel bad about herself. No matter what she did, the Queen was never completely pleased with Evie. She wished that her mother could see her as a person and not a possession.

On the way out the door, the Queen told her daughter that she was to go out in the Isle with the other VKs while their parents spoke to the Auradon officials the next day. Voicing her agreement, Evie watched as the door to her room closed behind her mother, who didn't so much as give her a backwards glance. Alone in her room again, Evie finally allowed a tear to slip from her eye through her make-up.

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"Evie… hey, E. EVIE!" Mal shouted to her blue haired friend as she stared out into the darkened courtyard outside their room.

Startled, Evie jumped from her perch on the window sill causing her chemistry book to fall out of her lap along with the homework she had been working on before she started day-dreaming.

"Jeez, M. You didn't need to yell."

Raising an eyebrow, Mal got off her bed and walked over the Evie who was picking up her fallen papers.

"Sorry, but I was calling you for like five minutes. You were really off in your own little world there for a minute."

Humming in agreement, Evie went to put her things on the desk on her side of the dorm room she shared with Mal. She felt bad for not hearing Mal, but lately she had been spending a lot of time thinking about her mother back on the Isle. Since Ben had recently invited more kids over from the Isle, he had made it possible for the parents of the new villain kids, or VKs as they were known, to keep in contact with their children. Many parents were happy that their children were away from the horrid place, having a better life in Auradon, even if they were villains. Most letters that came in were of well wishes and saying how parents missed their children.

Evie's letters however, weren't so much. Of course, her mother would ask how she was doing, but she never failed to question Evie as to why she had yet to snag a wealthy prince or question her about how her make-up was in the latest interview she had seen. It seemed like no matter how happy Evie was, how renowned she had become for her designs in Auradon, her mother just couldn't be happy for her. She always had something to criticize.

Recognizing the look on her best friend's face, Mal put her hand on Evie's arm to turn her round to face her. She could see the resigned look those deep brown eyes, the way her shoulders sagged just the smallest bit from her usual confident pose. Mal had an idea of what had caused that look, so she did the only thing she could do. Leading her one of the beds, she wrapped her arm around the taller girl's shoulder and pulled her close.

Laying her head on the green-eyed girl's shoulder, Evie allowed the few tears that had accumulated in her eyes to finally fall down her cheeks. She didn't want to admit it, but she hated that her mother didn't approve of her. All the Evil Queen seemed to care about was finding a way to get her title back officially.

"She sent another letter." The green-eyed girl stated. There was no question in her voice. Slowly, she felt Evie nod her head with a sigh.

"Same thing she always says "Hello, Evie. How are you? How's school? When do you plan on marrying a prince? What on earth were you wearing at such and such?" Just the usual."

Closing her eyes to contain her anger, Mal tightened her hold on her friend. "I'm sorry, E."

"It's fine." Pulling back, Evie wiped her face free of her tears and crossed back to the window, finding a lone star in the sky to stare at. "Not like I haven't heard it before."

Still looking out at the star she picked out, Evie let out a sigh "I just wish I had a mother that wanted me. Not a way to something, just… me."

At that moment, a gust of wind seemed to whip through the girl's room. Ducking her head to avoid getting hit with any of the objects flying around, Mal quickly came up with a spell to stop it. Once she was sure it was safe to raise her head, the fae girl picked herself up off the bed and started to straighten her clothes.

"Well, that was interesting. I told you to close the window, E. I knew something was going to- Evie?"

Looking at the spot where her friend once was, Mal came face to face with nothing but a closed window and an indent of where the blue-eyed girl stood just moments ago. Green eyes widened as Mal ran to where Evie once stood. Looking out the window she saw the star that Evie had been looking at when she made her wish, now glowing a bright blue before returning to normal.

"Oh god. E, what did you do?" Mal said still staring at the star. Shaking her head out of her stupor, she bolted from the room to go find Fairy Godmother and tell her what happened. Running through the halls of Auradon Prep, all Mal could think was for her best friend to be safe.