@waystobewixed, sorta plotted starter
Mallory had been in the limo, the keys of which in her bag. She wouldn’t even be on the Isle if she hadn’t accidentally cast a Sleeping Curse on Audrey and had to undo it before word got out. She had expected to just talk to Audrey, somehow convince her to keep quiet at least until after Ben’s coronation, but Audrey seemed so much more interested in calling her the daughter of Maleficent. And, as much as Mallory wanted to laugh it off, call it stupid, she couldn’t. She knew she didn’t look like Flora or any of the other good fairies, and she had a habit of making bad decisions. And, when she lost control over her magic, it always came out worse than anyone in Auradon could think imaginable. The only person she was fooling at this point was herself.
Without even thinking what she was doing, she pushed herself out of the limo, grabbing her bag as she went and ran as far as she could along the edge of the island. She could vaguely see ships and docks in the distance now, but she was by a rock. It was probably one of the few truly decent scenes on the Island, and she couldn’t even enjoy it. She could feel tears finally escaping her eyes.
Mallory slowly sat down on the rock, staring out into the ocean. She rested her bag on her knees. She needed to calm down before they went back to Auradon, or she was sure to lose control over her magic
She was so enthralled in her own misery that she didn’t hear someone coming up to her.