I'm Not Wicked

Part Four

Dorian sat on a chair next to Gabriela in the school doctors office.

She was still unconscious.

He heard a nock at the door and reluctantly answered it.

"Madam Morrible." He said, seeing the woman in the doorway.

"My dear, I received your digital letter." She said, referring to the text message he had sent her.

Dorian let the woman into the room and closed the door behind her.

"Do you know what to do with it?" Dorian asked.

"Oh, yes dear. But I do need to ask you; could it talk?" Madam Morrible asked.

Dorian gave her a confused look.

"I'm not sure." He answered.

"Oh, that's alright, dear." Madam Morrible said, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

She left shortly after that. Dorian sat back down next to Gabriela.

Waiting for her to regain consciousness.

*meanwhile...*

"Ella!" Mal yelled.

Mal was at the edge of Auradon. Eleanor had just flown over on her broom.

Chestery was flapping behind her. She was holding her trunk in one hand, and holding onto her broom with the other.

Mal looked at her now hooded figure. She could see slightly under her cloak. Red streaks still ran down her face, bloody and scabbing.

"I'm going back to the Isle." She said plainly.

Mal gave her a confused look, quickly shaking it off.

"Me too." She said, chocking down a sob.

"Me too!" Chestery said happily.

The two girls laughed weakly at the monkey's comment.

Mal grabbed onto the handles of her motorcycle, and kicked up the kickstand.

Eleanor grabbed onto her broom tightly. She chanted something from her spell book that Mal couldn't understand.

Chestery moved closer to her, almost sitting on her shoulder.

Mal took out her spell book.

"Noble steed, proud and fair, you shall take me anywhere."

*on the Isle...*

The first thing they did was head to see Dizzy. On the way, Eleanor explained to Mal what had happened. Mal doing the same.

They walked into the hair salon, seeing Dizzy sweeping.

"Eleanor! Mal!" Dizzy said happily.

She ran over, giving Eleanor a hug.

"Is Evie back too?" She asked hopefully.

"As if." Mal said.

Dizzy looked a little disappointed but bounced back quickly.

"I forgot that you guys don't open till midnight. The place looks good." Eleanor complimented.

Dizzy gave a small laugh and looked around.

"So, what's your deal? Has your grandmother given you any costumers yet?" Mal asked, walked around a bit.

"Just a witch here and there. Mostly a lot of scrubbing and scowling and sweeping. Lots and lots of sweeping." Dizzy said, making Eleanor frown slightly.