you, the daughter of mother gothel, always used to fight with mal, the daughter of maleficent, on who was the best out of you two. So let’s say the two of you were neve friends. Mal at this point was back on the isle of the lost, she was walking around as she was in her new look, no more blonde but purple hair again with bangs, she was holding a bag and she was just simply walking around when she bumped into someone, you. You the daughter of mother gothel, you and mal had never gotten along before. So this was just great.

“Oh.. it’s you.” she spoke with a bitter smile.