Aurora rolled her eyes, refusing to show any signs of weakness. She knew she couldn’t give Maleficent the benefit of the doubt, no matter how much she wanted to. The wingless fairy was clearly waiting for the right moment to strike, though Aurora couldn’t help but wonder if she’d had Phillip in her custody, already. “Mal, is that you? Hardly recognized you without that hideous bird of yours.” Aurora slid into a seat. “So, are you going to take my order or continue coming up with clever nicknames for me? I’ve got all night, really.”
"Sweet child I do not work here you and you must be dreaming if you think I would serve you ever." Maleficent would rather die than to serve that selfish little puppy princess anything other than poison. No, not poison for a death woud be too easy on her. Now that she thought about it she never really quit her job, she just stopped going there. Maybe she still did work there. Well, it was a question which might not have an answer. "Well, don't you look copletely fine without your prince. What? Got another knight in shinning armor?"







