(Y/n) Jade Sparrow, daughter of the legendary pirate, Jack Sparrow. One day, out of the blue, she's forced by her friend Mal's mother, Maleficent, to go to Auradon along with Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos, and retrieve the wand of the Fairy Godmother...
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"Any idea what we're gonna do about this wand situation?"
"I dunno, seems like you're handling it well enough," you quip, pairing it with a shrug of your shoulders.
Mal purses her lips, glaring at you briefly. "Okay, does anybody who's actually allowed to speak on this matter have an idea of what to do about the wand situation?"
Baffled, you crane your head over in her direction. "Allowed to speak? Sorry, I forgot I'm not supposed to tell the truth backhandedly before noon."
"Can you not?"
"I was just saying, you acted like you didn't need anyone's advice last night, so what's with the sudden change of heart?"
"Because last night, the plan got screwed up," she mutters.
"The half of a plan."
"Whatever! That doesn't matter! What does matter is that we need a plan, and fast."
"A backup plan would be good, too," you add, this time without any ridicule tied within your voice. "Just in case things fly south again. Because if we mess up again and the alarms get triggered, they'll know something's up."
Surprisingly, Mal nods without saying anything, which was as close to a "she's right" as you'd probably ever get.
"Well, whatever plan we come up with will have to wait until after this," Jay says, pointing to the hall where your Remedial Goodness class was about to start.
You groan inwardly, already underwhelmed by whatever this class had to offer.
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Okay, why is this class so long?
It's been over an hour, and the five of you are still sitting at the desks answering some of the most ridiculous questions.
Well, most of the group was.
You answered maybe one question towards the beginning and then stopped paying much attention to the class after that, drifting off somewhere else mentally.
Near the wand, preferably.
As you're scribbling something in a notebook, Fairy Godmother pulls you out of your head and back to the chalkboard.
"Miss Sparrow," she calls, and you frown while glancing up, chin resting on your fist. "Since you're taking such good notes today, would you mind telling me what the answer to this problem is?"
Sighing, your eyes move over to the board she's standing beside, spotting the answer without even looking at the question.
