Philomena Pan, Daughter of Peter Pan and Wendy Darling, had grown up hearing tales of her mother and father's great adventures.
However, the girl was most accustomed to the story of her fathers fight against his archenemy Captain Hook, the pirate c...
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chapter 25~ Lose control
It was, to all who passed them, a strange sight to see a tall dark pirate trailing after a pretty blonde with furrowed brows and a pout on her lips. The pirate would take it upon himself to glare at any passer-by who was to look at the girl for more than a glance. The girl hadn't seemed to notice at all.
Philomena had been considering many things as they walked seemingly aimlessly through the grand corridors and courtyards of auradon prep.
Firstly, was the matter of her parents. Had they really meant it when they said they wouldn't welcome her home? Gods Philomena could just cry at the mere idea. They were supposed to be the good guys weren't they? the ones that forgave and helped to make the world a better place for everyone. So why on earth were they treating her so harshly. She ran a frustrated hand through her hair.
The Next thing that had her thinking so deeply was the boy a few feet behind her. He was being so nice, the complete opposite of what her parents had always warned her the "villains" would behave. But he wasn't a villain was he? No. he was just a boy who was born on the wrong side of the border. A boy that had once belonged to the isle but now had a change at proper education and a chance to simply be...free. Sure he still had habits from being raised on the isle that would probably never leave him but he was Harry and he was nice and warm and lovely and strong and incredibly handsome.
She couldn't help herself but look at him over her shoulder. He was, of course, already looking at her and when he smiled his familiar lopsided smirk she felt her insides melt and head go suddenly light. Gods she was in trouble if he continued to be so damned perfect.
She sighs. If he continued to look at her in the way that caused hundreds of fairies to erupt in her stomach it would be a long year of just being...friends.
Before she could fall even deeper into her busy mind she feels herself collide with something and then she is tripping over the hem of her dress but before she meets the hard ground, hands steady her and place her easily back on her feet. The hands stay at her waist and she knows they belong to Harry.
He is there, as usual, to save her and if it were any other person she would've scoffed at the fact that she needed to be saved by a man. But it was Harry and if it meant he would hold her in such a way as he was now she wouldn't mind being placed in unfortunate situations more often. She curses the fluttering in her stomach.
And then she remembers where she is and what happened shoving thoughts of Harry to the back of her mind.
The first thing she notices about the girl standing in front of her is the impressive mop of bright red curls that frame her freckled face in a way that almost fills phina with envy.
Philomena had always thought her own hair was fine but rather plain but the girl in front of her makes her realise how truly unimpressive her blonde waves actually look are.
