You were seated on the grass, your nose buried in an Auradon history book. You were helping Mal search for a way to steal the wand, so you were looking through all the history books for a possible spell or a weakness in the museum.

There was the sound of players practicing in the distance a long with music from the cheer team, practicing their cheer routines. You leaned against the trunk of the tree and ran your fingers through your hair. You weren’t getting anywhere with these books.

“I didn’t take you for a history fan” Prince Ben spoke as he jogged up the small hill and collapsed onto the grass beside you, a smile on his face. His hair sticking to his forehead, he had just finished practice.