He should've expected this.

When Fairy Godmother said the class could choose partners for the Magical History, Max knew no one would come to his table. Princesses were gathering in their cliques to decide how to split their group into twos, princes were fistbumping and being obnoxiously loud.

Unfortunately, Max was the only VK in the class. Otherwise he would've worked with Hazel or Felix. But Fairy Godmother had split the VKs up in hope that they'd make more friends. So far it was backfiring spectacularly.

"I'm pretty good at Magical History," Max said casually, not speaking to anyone in particular. He was never one to go quietly.

One of the blonde girls, probably one of Aurora's kids, sneered over her shoulder. "Good at cheating, I bet. We don't need any Isle trash fingerprints on our presentation, Hatter."

"Now class, let's be kind," Fairy Godmother said passively with that stupid fake smile. Someone could walk over and slam Max's head into a table and she'd still say the same thing. That's how all the Auradon Prep teachers were. They preached the same script about "respect" and "kindness", but never actually did anything when a VK was getting bullied.

"I'll be his partner," you spoke up suddenly. Max wasn't sure exactly who you were as you always sat in the back.

"How wonderful," Fairy Godmother said. "Maybe you could help Mr. Hatter out a little bit."

Help him out. As though being raised on the Isle meant he was an illiterate moron.