[ mal shakes her head, throwing her purple hair into a tizzy. in auradon, she would have half the populace ( those that were starting to like her ) turning away from her. on the isle, her mother would never have tolerated such a shameful display before a petty beast. she is mal, daughter of maleficent. she does not let anything or anyone get the better of her. ]
I shouldn't have reacted like that. [ another apology. a self-censure. ] I know. I'll do better.
[ mal fights to free her spell book from her bag. ]
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I shouldn't have reacted like that. [ another apology. a self-censure. ] I know. I'll do better.
[ mal fights to free her spell book from her bag. ]
Here. I can find something to fix it.