Chapter 5

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I only realise that I've fell asleep when I'm awoken by a loud wailing noise. I'm still in the museum and the alarm is going off. Shit, what did the others do to make this go off, it's deafening, my hands unwillingly go over my ears. I have to get out of here, I stand up in the dark and turn towards what I think is the door but see a beam of white light in front of me, a torch, the security guard is in the Gallery of Villains, the light spreads across the room, making it clear that he's coming in here, I have to hide, making as little noise as I can I quickly hide behind the statue of Greyback and try to keep my breathing steady and quiet. The security guards footsteps enter the room and the torch moves across the room, he goes to the left in the room and starts looking behind the statues. Shit, there's no way I can get out of this one, he's going to find me, I look around but all I can see is the faint outline of the statues in the dark. I try to think of a plan, I have never been left without a single idea, there must be something, I'm running out of time before I remember what my father said to me "there is magic in Auradon and that you have magic running through your veins,". Magic. The way to get out of this, the only way to get out of this is magic. I think back to my mother's and father's many lessons on magic, which spell does what and how to say them, a vanishing spell... Evanesco. Will this work without a wand? I'm just going to have to try it and hope it does. I close my eyes to concentrate and take a deep breath,

"Evanesco," I whisper, I have no idea that it's worked until the torch is in my face, shining brightly and burning my eyes and the security guard can't see me, I grin and watch as he moves on to the last few statues and eventually leaves. I release a breath I didn't realise I was holding and move away from the statue. I walk out of the door and make my way out if the Gallery of Villains and towards the stairs,

"Hey! Stop!" a voice shouts, I automatically spin towards the voice, the security guard, "Villain kid! I should have known," I look around and see I'm the only one here so the spell must have worn off, should I run? No, he already knows who I am, or that I'm at least one of the five and he'd easily recognise me if he looked for me at Auradon Prep, fuck sake why can my life never be simple, he arrives next to me out of breath, "Wha-" he gasps "-t are y-" he gasps again, I roll my eyes, he only ran 10 meters, "-ou doing he-" I cut him off

"Just ask me again in a minute, get your breath back, it's really annoying when you don't finish your words," he looks at me, almost shocked and continues panting for another minute, he takes one last breath before starting again

"What are you doing here?" oh right, I probably should have been thinking of an excuse

"I, uh, heard some students at Auradon Prep talking about, uh, maybe coming here tomorrow after their classes, and, uh, one student mentioned the Gallery of Villains so I used the laptop thing to research what that was and I, uh, wanted to see them for myself," I stutter, there is no way he's going to believe me, be more like yourself you idiot, you're from the Isle, he's not going to think that your innocent,

"Some students huh? Which students?" I don't even think about what I'm going to say next

"How the Hell would I know, I've only been here a few hours in which I know 4 names, Ben, Doug, Fairy Godmother and Aubrey,"

"You mean Audrey?"

"Whatever," he eyes me suspiciously, "I must say though, Cruella, Maleficent-" he shudders at the name, "Lucius, Greyback, Bellatrix and Voldemort are very realistic," his eyes go wide in fear at the name of my father, I stop a smirk that threatens to come onto my face, "however, Evil Queen may need some work, not enough make up, she needs a lot more eyeshadow and a brighter lipstick, Jafar is okay, I guess," I continue, I think my story almost sounds convincing now, almost as if I have been in just those 2 rooms and staring at the figurines.

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