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Golden afternoon light spills across the courtyard of Auradon Prep, where a brass band fills the air with a bright, welcoming melody. You stand beside Ben, Audrey positioned on his other side, as the sleek black limousine glides to a silent halt. The engine’s hum fades, and a sudden hush falls over the assembled crowd. Fairy Godmother gives a slight nod to the chauffeur; the door swings open. Jay tumbles out first, shoving Carlos onto the grass, a towel still clenched in their grip. "Oh," you murmur under your breath, one eyebrow arching as Mal pushes past them both with a sharp, impatient glare. "Best to leave it," Fairy Godmother whispers, her gentle smile unwavering. What storm do you see gathering in Mal’s eyes?