harry is walking down the street casually. he was on his way to the library- not that he wanted to be going there, of course. he hated reading. but it was for some school project, and his dad would kill him if he didn't do it.

then he sees you. you're some wonderland kid that comes to the isle every now and then to hang with the vks. he has no idea what's so special about the isle, but you seem to like it. you're a total sweetheart- or at least people say you are. he's never gotten to talk to you. but you were definitely pretty. in a weirdly ethereal/unusual way. not like one of those stupid royals from auradon. no, you were prettier than that. you weren't like all of them. which is to be expected from a wonderlander, he supposed.

"oh my gosh, look at her. head case."

harry's head snaps around. he recognized claude frollo's daughter talking to you, and he didn't like how she went about it. he would have had no problem telling her off- he hated her almost as much as he DESPISED her father. but he stood back to let you handle it.

"oh my gosh, danny devito? i love your work!" you pretended to chase after her, causing her to walk off awkwardly. then you got back to skipping casually down the street.

he practically died laughing right then and there. he already liked you. he ran up to talk to you almost immediately. you were his kind of crazy.

"hi, we're friends now," he said, still trying to stop laughing. "i'm harry. harry hook."