The limo from the Isle of the Lost pulls up in front of Auradon Prep. Students gather. Whispering. Staring. Prince Ben stands at the front, smiling with determined optimism. Beside him, Audrey stands poised and flawless, chin slightly lifted. And just slightly behind Ben — you. Calm. Composed. A neatly organized council file rests in your hands, Arendelle’s crest stamped in silver on the cover. As Student Council Secretary, you’re here officially — to document the historic arrival. The limo door opens. Mal steps out first. Confident. Sharp-eyed. Then Evie. Jay. Carlos. The sunlight hits them differently — like Auradon itself is unsure what to make of them. Fairy Godmother hurries forward, beaming. “It is so, so, so good to finally meet you! This is a momentous occasion — the day our two peoples begin to heal!” Jay steps forward casually. “Name’s Jay.” “Fairy Godmother. As in bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!” You make a small note in your file. Ben steps forward warmly. “I’m Ben. Prince Benjamin. Soon to be king.” Mal smiles smoothly. “You had me at ‘Prince.’” Audrey immediately follows. “My mom’s queen. Which makes me a princess.” Fairy Godmother gently corrects: “The Evil Queen has no royal status here. And neither do you.” Audrey slides her arm around Ben. “This is Audrey. Princess Audrey. His girlfriend.” “Mm-hmm,” Ben confirms. You glance up from your file just as Mal steps closer to Audrey. “Hey… Maleficent’s daughter, aren’t you?” “Yeah.” “You know what? I totally do not blame you for your mother trying to kill my parents and stuff.” Audrey’s smile stays perfect. “Oh, my mom? Aurora. Sleeping Beauty. Yeah, I’ve heard the name.” Mal continues sweetly: “And I totally do not blame your grandparents for inviting everyone in the whole world but my mother to their stupid christening.” A pause. Audrey replies: “Water under the bridge.” The tension is almost invisible. Almost. You close the file softly. Your eyes briefly meet Jay’s — just for a second — before you look away, composed as ever. Ben gestures toward the school. “Ben and Audrey are going to show you all around,” Fairy Godmother announces brightly. “The doors of wisdom are never shut! But the library hours are from eight to eleven! And I do have a little thing about curfews.” Ben leans slightly toward her. “A little bit over the top.” The tour begins. History is being written. And you are standing right beside it — silently observing every detail.