I'm Not Wicked

Part Four

"Sounds like the old Cinderella treatment." Mal said, looking at Eleanor over her shoulder.

"Yeah, she's gone from wicked stepmother to wicked grandmother." Dizzy said, with a bit of disgust in her voice.

"Well that's not much of a switch." Eleanor said, giving Dizzy a sympathetic smile.

"Hey, you used to do Evie, right?" Mal asked, getting back on topic.

"Yeah! I thought of little braids!" Dizzy said excitedly.

"Do you have any ideas for me and Ella?" Mal asked, pulling Eleanor so she was now standing beside her.

Dizzy walked over to Mal first. She looked at her skeptically.

"Washed out blonde with purple tips? The best of no world." Dizzy said, making Eleanor laugh.

(A cackle still counts as a laugh. Right?)

Dizzy then looked to her and started to inspect her hair.

"Hazelnut brown with two French braids? You look like Dorthy Gail!" Dizzy stated, throwing her arms in the air.

Eleanor looked at her with an offended expression, and now it was Mal's turn to laugh.

Dizzy led them both to salon chairs.

"Ug, bored to death pink?" She said, looking at Mal's nails, "How far can a go?" Dizzy asked, looking between the two of them.

"The works. Whatever makes me feel like me." Mal answered.

Dizzy looked at Eleanor, already taking her glasses right off her face.

"Whatever you have to do to not compare me to that farm brat. I trust your process." Eleanor said, making Dizzy squeal.

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After Dizzy was done, they both looked in a shattered mirror.

Eleanor's hair was now jet black, and Dizzy had also put it up into two fishtail braids.

Chestery jumped onto Eleanor's shoulder and looked in the mirror as well, giving a nod.

(He doesn't talk much in groups.)

"Tada!" Dizzy said.

"Tada!" Mal repeated, as Eleanor put on her witch hat.

They both took out some money from their bags and put it out for Dizzy to take.

"For me?" Dizzy said.

Obviously she'd never been properly paid for her work.

"You earned it." Mal and Eleanor said in unison.

Dizzy happily took it and went to put it in the cash register.

"Fork it over, ya runt." Harry Hook said, putting his hand out.

Eleanor's blood practically boiled at his voice.
Dizzy sadly gave him the money; Harry hit the cash register with his hook.

"And the rest of it." He said.

Dizzy went around the desk and handed him the money.

"Thank you." He said, starting to walk out.

"Still running errands for Uma, or do you actually get to keep what you steel?" Mal asked.

He spun around and looked at the two of them.

"Well, well, well. What a nice surprise." He said slowly.

Chestery ran behind the desk with Dizzy.

"Hello, Hook." Eleanor said, annoyance obvious in her voice.

"Just wait until Uma hears your back. She's never gonna give you back your territory." He said to Mal, ignoring Eleanor.

"Well, that's okay. Because I will be taking it back." Mal said, making Harry smirk.

His eyes drifted to Eleanor, who was standing slightly behind Mal.

He walked towards her, "And you...seems like there's no place like home, aye!" He said with a laugh.

When he stood close to her you could really see the hight difference between them. Harry used his hook to pick up one of Eleanor's braids.

"I could hurt you." He said softly, his voice threatening.

Eleanor grabbed his hook and glared at him. She held it over towards Mal, allowing her to put her gum onto the end of it.

"Not without her permission, I bet." Mal said with a fake pout.

Harry smirked, easily pulling his hand out of Eleanor's grip.

He put the gum in his mouth and walked out. Not before he nocked a bunch of Dizzy's things onto the floor.

Eleanor and Mal looked at each other, than to Dizzy.

"Great. More sweeping."