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Welcome to the idyllic town of Addersfield, located on History Island in Auradon, home of Illedale University.

Students here are children of some rather famous faces. And some have made fame in their own right, like King Ben or the Lady Mal. We’re proud to boast a diverse student culture and a rich history–

[–and that’s enough of THAT broadcast! Is this thing on? Hello? Can you hear me?

Good. I’ll warn ya right now, everybody– if you thought Auradon Prep was wild, you ain’t seen nothing yet! Illedale is bigger, meaner, and with the past not so distant to us, tensions can run pretty high around here.

‘Course, you probably know the story by now. When preparing for his coronation, King Ben declared his first royal proclamation to allow over 4 VKs from the Isle of the Lost to come to the city. After a whole showdown about good and evil, the four integrated into Auradon society pretty well, and then after drama at Cotillion, Mowgli rallied the Auradon people to fight for the disbandment of the Isle, sending the villains to rehab and their kids to Auradon Prep.

Catching you up since graduation, pretty much all of us ended up moving to Addersfield for higher education in Auradon’s system– cuz man, I gotta tell ya, it’s a lot better in Auradon than it is anywhere else. Well, ‘cept for all the evil takeovers, I guess.

But not everyone’s cut out for college itself. The nice thing about Addersfield is that it’s all a pretty tight-knit community based around the school itself. More of a college township, as it were. So some of AP’s graduates moved to town to work with a crowd they know well.

I can’t stay much longer, but don’t let the stuffy advertising fool ya about this place, folks! We’re a lot more than what the surface wants to pretend. I’d drop your application while you can if I were in your shoes! This is P. Warner, sending you right back to your regularly scheduled programming!]

–and enroll in your future today at Illedale University, where the story starts anew.

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Open Starter: I Just Wanna Win

“THAT’S finally over, at least,” Sabrine is grumbling as she walks out of Remedial Goodness, heading back for her locker.

She’s been beyond over that class, but right now, as it stands, it seems, she’s still stuck with it. She plasters on a painfully fake smile when she reaches her locker, clearing her throat at the student standing in front of it. “There a reason you’re blocking my locker there, champ?”

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“Well, no offense, but…isn’t that exactly what it is?”

“Maybe I’m just bein’ a little homespun here, but I’ve never heard of a ‘good’ witch, ‘cept in Harry Potter.”

“That’s because history is written by the victors, who bring in numbers and weapons what the witches can’t in just magic. They called my mother ‘wicked’ when all she was doing was protecting the lands she was born to. Then, I got labelled as nasty just for being her daughter. Sabrine Eastwind, and you are...?”

Sabrine raises an eyebrow. She has a feeling about who she’s talking to right now. And she’s not one to interfere too much with whatever genius Dex is working behind the scenes, but if she’s going to have this conversation she’ll HAVE it, properly.

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Upon opening her locker, Sabrine can see a simple but clearly out-of-place composition notebook sitting on top of everything inside. On the first page is a passage in the process of being written: "I'm back bitches. These journals are enchanted so we can communicate without needing to be near each other. Can't blow our cover, now can we? -L"

Sabrine blinks, picking up the journal, watching the note write in, then a second note starts to appear scrawled under it in pencil. She raises an eyebrow and smirks at Dex’s note.

Between you and Fitz, it’s starting to feel like a real party. Are we having fun yet? I’ve been making a friend, or something along those lines, of real interest around here. Name might be familiar, Sabby-- Abigail Gale. -D

She chuckles dryly as she pulls out one of her pens.

Well, well, well. And here I was proud of befriending Axel’s new gem. You’re a genius as always, Dex. -S

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Emala shuddered, miming gagging. She shook her head. “That’s just the worst. Good luck with dealing with her, really. I wouldn’t survive that class.”

The pirate grinned and nodded excitedly. “I hope so! It sounds like it’s really fun, just from how different it is.” She wrinkled her nose, giggling. “Absolutely. Oh, we should exchange numbers so we can talk more later!” She grabbed her phone and held it out to Sabrine with a smile.

Sabrine smiles brightly and takes her phone, putting in her own information before handing it back to her. “Absolutely. Just send me a text letting me know it’s you. I’d better get going before it’s too late to be considered fashionably so.”

Smiling sweetly, she wrinkles her nose and shakes her head a bit at the other before she heads off in the other direction for class. Way too easy. She’s kind of proud of it, though.

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Emala whistled softly, chuckling a little. “Yeah, if it were answering based just on what your first impulse was, I would fail miserably because I’d rather keep watch than be a snitch.” She wrinkled her nose. “That just- That’s absurdly obnoxious.”

She closed her locker. “I’m so sorry you’ve got to deal with her so much. I feel like I get too much exposure to her, and I only see her in passing once every few days.” She sighed, shaking her head. “Gods, and she’s treating you like you’re an actual child, too. I’d punch her, to be perfectly honest with you.”

“I want to, but would that be the--” here, she does air quotes and another lighter-pitched mockery of the headmistress, “--’morally good’ choice to make? I’m trying to get OUT of these classes, not get more put back on my schedule.” Sighing, the witch shakes her head.

“Unfortunately, I have to suffer through it. But hey, once I’m loose, I get my choice to replace this hour. Maybe I can get into History of Dragons with you.” Sabrine smiles at her. “I have a feeling we’re gonna be great friends.”

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“Seriously?” Emala rolled her eyes. “That sounds so annoying. I’m so sorry, I couldn’t even stand her in the five minutes she was talking to my parents when they dropped me off.” Though, she had been telling them what she wasn’t allowed to do… not that that stopped Emala from doing it anyway.

The pirate shook her head. “Zeus’s beard, that’s dumb. I can’t believe they cut out fun classes to make room for Fairy Godbitch to lecture you on how not to poison an apple.”

"Oh, believe me, it's worse." Sabrine rolls her eyes. "It's, no joke, multiple choice questions being read aloud to you as if you're five years old, with one clearly good answer and three evil answers. I'm not even kidding."

Straightening up, she jokingly attempts to mimic Fairy Godmother. "Your friends invite you to go spray paint the side of the school building. Do you: A, buy your own can and make up a design somewhere else, B, offer to keep an eye out for them, C, paint nasty messages about your teachers, or D, tell the principal?" She rolls her eyes and gags again.

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Emala shrugged, sighing. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” She smiled and hummed. “Well, I believe my next class is History of Dragons with Miss Park. I’m definitely curious about this one. I mean, this might be my first actual school, but I don’t think dragons are part of the curriculum anywhere else.”

She giggled and pulled her hair out of her face. “What about you? Where’re you headed?”

Sabrine groans and rolls her eyes. “Remedial Goodness. Tell me that DOESN’T sound condescending in the title alone. And then you really need to hear Fairy Godbore herself say it and then it definitely sinks in. Okay, sure, I’m sure my lessons at Wyvern Hall for Witches back on the Isle probably aren’t super practical here, but seriously, Remedial Goodness?”

Sighing and rolling her eyes, the pink-haired witch grumbles and pulls at her hair. “Oh, and they had to cut my schedule down for it, so I’m not even taking History of Dragons, at least, not till I get out of Remedial Goodness, but the ways to pass that class are so arbitrary and just plain ridiculous. Y’know, half the time, kids get out over time, but Mal and her special little gang got out for fixing a mess they created in the first place. How in the HELL is that fair?!”

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Triple Solo Para: Wicked to See You

Fitz whispers a spell over the two apples at his desk, watching them both vanish abruptly as he waves his hand over them. Perfect.

It wasn’t much more than a promise. The simplest of messages. But it was enough to get the point across.

I’m back. Miss me?

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As the witch sits down at lunch, an apple appears on her tray. She blinks, looking around, noticing no one else seems to have taken notice. Reaching up, she taps it, pulling her finger back abruptly as it suddenly rots away into nothing, leaving a grimy smudge where it had sat.

Wicked to see you, too, Fitz.

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Dex yawns to himself, slouched in his seat as he doesn���t really pay attention in Remedial Goodness. Blinking, he takes a double take in his seat in the back. An apple? Now how did…

Fitz. Without thinking too much about it, he rests an arm between it and his partner at his table so the other can’t see it. Ever so slightly, he moves his hand and brushes a finger against it, watching it rot into nothing on the table before him.

Well, it’s about time.

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Emala made a face of disgust, grumbling. “That’s just awful. Absolutely awful. Why would somebody do that?” She shuddered. There was no way that her parents had done that to Eris, though, right? She was a true villain, who’d done everything she could to bring Syracuse to its knees, right? She’d been terrible to humans for centuries, torturing them and using them as toys… right?

“It’s really sad that the so-called heroes get away with trying to erase things people did from history, but you do one actually bad thing and you’re locked away under a barrier around a rock.”

“Now, don’t forget, some of us, the crime was just who our parents were,” Sabrine points out with a sarcastic sneer. “But! Enough with all the sappy crap. Can’t change it, can only move on from there, huh? Where are you going next from here?”

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“Really?” Emala said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “That’s interesting. You see, my parents? Totally average. They’re just your regular old sailors travelling the high seas.” She delivered the lie without hesitation. After all, she’d been trained to say it to any new people she didn’t completely trust yet.

She laughed, flipping her hair ironically. “It’s Greek. We have a way with having last names that are very fun to say.” She sighed and shook her head. “Gotta love heroes who decide what history is really history and what’s villainous propaganda.”

Sabrine shrugs and smiles. She snorts with laughter. “It’s even better when they don’t wanna even mention their ‘villain propaganda’ to cut down on the size of the textbooks. Most people don’t know a single thing about my mom or my aunt beyond the titles they got from precious Queen Dorothy.”

She gags a bit at that. “Don’t even get me started on her or the wizard. We’ll be here all day. They seriously claim that Oz ‘lost’ historical records when my mom tried to complain through Yen Sid. Yeah, lost the fact my mother was trying to survive, that my aunt was protecting Oz. Wicked witches being helpful? Let’s just misplace that information. Wouldn’t want another Wonderland situation.”

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“It’s not for my mom. What I’m doing, what I want, it hasn’t been for her in a long time. As far as I care, she can rot in the rehab center. And it’s not for my aunt either. It’s for me. What I’m doing is for me and me alone and I don’t care who I have to crush and leave behind to get there. I don’t actually hold full respect for any VK who’s still motivated by their parents. We went through hell, not just because of King Beast, but because of our parents, anyone knows it at this point.”

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“Forward is perfectly fine with me,” Emala laughed. “Emala Alexakis of Syracuse. There. We know each other. Which means you have a friend now.” She shook her hand firmly, giggling before motioning forward. “Come on, walk with me.”

Without waiting for a response, she started walking on again, looking to Sabrine. “Eastwind is a pretty cool name. I don’t think I’ve heard that one before. And I’ve heard a lot of last names. I’ve traveled all over the world.”

Sabrine laughs, smiling a bit and walking with the other nodding a bit. “Well, you probably never went over the rainbow to Oz, or to the Isle of the Lost. My mother is Nephrina, more colloquially remembered as the Wicked Witch of the East. That’s part of the reason I’ve had trouble making friends.”

She shrugs. “Though I don’t know how impressive Eastwind is as a last name when your last name is Alexakis. It sounds a lot prettier, at any rate. Mine’s just a little tweak to a title historians bestowed on someone they never knew. And, well, we all know who writes history...”

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untxld-stxries​:

Emala hummed to herself, flipping through some schoolwork as she walked. Was she actually looking at it? No, of course not, she’d done all her studying and homework the night before. No, no, she was using it as a distraction to make her seem too busy to be scoping out people like she was.

Since sailing in, she’d made nearly a thousand dollars on just stolen wallets and phones. Of course, she was saving half of it for upgrades for the ship.

The pirate looked up, smiling and stopping in her tracks. “It’s no big deal. I was too into my work to notice that I’m close to my locker, so actually thanks.”

“Mm, no problem,” Sabrine smiles a bit. “Guess it’s probably forward of me to just introduce myself after something like that, but I’ve been here awhile and haven’t really made any friends so, hope you don’t mind, I’m Sabrine Eastwind.” She offers her hand to shake the others.

Can’t imagine why a wicked witch has trouble making friends. Though, it doesn’t look like she has any right now to others, because Dex has been staying away from her, so there’s that.

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Closed Starter: This Should Be Fun

Sabrine twirls a pen idly between her fingers. Per a text from the one and only Dex, who still wasn’t trying to be seen around her because he was playing a most fascinating angle with, apparently, Ozothy’s little spawn, her right hand man and so far the only other Conqueror in Auradon, a certain old rival of hers had a pretty serious crush.

And Sabrine wasn’t one to not take advantage of that kind of opportunity. As she idly plays with her pen while walking past the girl she’d identified from Dex’s messages, she suddenly drops her pen in front of her and kneels to get it. “Oops, so sorry.”

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“You say witch like it’s a bad thing, darling.”

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I hear Ozothy had a kid after all—and that that kid’s here now. Whatcha think of that?

“Hm. Interesting. Nothing’s changed, it’s just gotten interesting. I’d love to meet the little rat. See what I’m really up against. Something tells me it won’t be much.”