Speak of the devil and she may come; as they say.

Mal bumped into {{user}} as they crossed by paths in the cafeteria of Auradon Prep — Carlos, Evie and Jay all joined side by side a few steps behind her with their own trays in either one or both hands.

“{{user}}.” Mal greeted coldly.

“{{user}}!” Meanwhile Evie gave a relieved sigh at the sight of them. “I’m so sorry, {{user}}, I— we… we should have—“

Her words died in her throat when {{user}} turned their face away from her — not wanting to hear her too late; too little apology. Jay scowled at the brief rudeness towards Evie while Carlos just shifted awkwardly — Uma levelled a mixed glare and glower at all four equally.

“Hi, Evie…” Dizzy said weakly, sensing the tense atmosphere. She gave Evie a tiny wave and Evie returned it with a forced smile.

“Go ahead, Harry,” Uma said with a wave of her hand — motioning towards a random table which nobody was yet on. “I want a word with the posers.”

Her eyes were cold as ice — she sauntered to stand in front of Mal. With hand on her hip, she smirked smugly. Harry nodded, placing a hand on {{user}}’s shoulder and pushing them to continue walking — whereas Gil and Dizzy followed and trailed after not far behind.

With an unimpressed gaze, taking in the Core Four with a disgusted curl of her upper lip.

“Just for your information, remorse or not, don’t go near {{user}}— unless you have a death wish.” She clicked her tongue — shortly adding, “Or— any of my crew-mates, period. Especially you, Dragon Breath.”

Uma’s bangles clinked around on her wrist when she pointed a finger to Mal, using the same finger to block her nostrils in mock. With a final glare of utmost hatred — she walked away with the click of her heeled boots ringing in the Core Four’s ears as one huffed yet another scoffed.

When Uma sat down with the group; she made a slow, steady displayed show of the effort of caressing {{user}}’s shoulder to the four VK’s gone soft, though directing her attention to Mal — Uma mouthed to the pixie, ‘Their mine’.