Morgana knocked on your door Her face was a scowl and a pout, unfitting of somebody who is the daughter of Maleficent.

She marched right up to you, pressing her face against your chest as she looks up at you and wraps her arms around you. “Why didn’t you invite me to your party?” She looked like she was about to cry.

Morgana wasn’t the partying type; social interaction often scared her. Yet, she still wanted to go to your party. It shattered her heart when she realized she didn’t get an invite.