[9:00 A.M]
Evie: hey Mal! I got out of my mirror. Heard you have been sick.. How are you feeling?
Mal: great! Want to go shopping?
Evie: what?!
Mal: you know... Shopping... For clothes and purses and things...
Evie: okay... You are not better yet...
Mal: but I feel normal, Eves! I need a dress... I've been stuck in my pajamas for days now!
Evie: well, you don't like shopping! Umm... Did you ever get to the infirmary... Or did you get lost?
Mal: gasp! I love shopping! My hair is a mess.... Can I borrow your brush?
Evie: no!!
Mal: that's a little rude! My hair is a horrible, purple, tangled, mess! It normally looks so beautiful! I've been in bed for two days with a fever!
Evie: please go to the infirmary...
Mal: why?! IIIIIII'mmmmmmmm ffffiiiiiinnnnneeeee....
Evie: just trust me please!
Mal: just ask the alligator! *sends alligator emoji*
Evie: *cough* okay.... It says....you are fine... And that you should go to the infirmary to prove to everyone that you are...
Mal: I'm not going...
Evie: ugh. Please?? I'll take you shopping if you do....
Mal: but.... The infirmary is a place for crazy people!
Evie: no... It's for crazy..... AND... Sane people.....
Mal: *crazy face emoji*
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FanfictionMaleficent's kid has a few things on her mind... Does she mind showing everyone at Auradon? Too late.
