Heads up---some episodes would make ZERO sense with Ellie in them, so I'm going to be skipping around a bit. This starts mid-way through chapter two. 

Also---each chapter will be multiple episodes scrunched into one chapter, since each episode is like two minutes at most. 

I think that's everything.

Oh, right---Ellie's hair is pure white here. No blue. Just white. 

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"Hey, Ben." Tucking my white hair behind my ears, I jog a bit to catch up with him. He turns and smiles. 

"Hey, Ellie. You coming to look at the tents for Hero and Heroine festival?"

"Well, currently one in particular." I hold my phone out, showing him Mal's picture of Audrey with green goop all over her, and Evie and Mal standing behind her. "Audrey's on a rampage. I wanted to warn Mal."

Ben laughs. "Funny. We're both going to the same place!"

"Coincidence." I agree. "Do you know which one is hers?"

Ben's gaze focuses on something up ahead. "Probably that one." he points to a purple tent with a blue banner that messily reads Mal's Do-it-Yourself. 

I snort. "How did I miss that? C'mon." We head towards the tent, where I can hear loud spraying sounds that is either Evie attacking Mal with hairspray, or Mal using spray paint. 

Most likely the latter. Although you never know with Evie. 

Ben ducks in first, me following quickly. "Hey, Mal." Ben greets. "You busy?"

"Yeah." Mal answers without turning around. "I'm in the zone."

"Can you de-zone?" Ben asks.

"Not a word. But, I will forgive you because you are cute." She sends a smirk his way. "But not cute enough to make me lose my focus. Oh, hey Ellie." She says as she notices me.

"Hi." I wave. 

Mal turns back to her painting. "There's been a bit of an...incident."

"Hmm." I pull out my phone. "You mean this?"

"Your digimage." Ben supplies. 

"That's definitely not a word." Mal says, still not facing us. 

"Your digital image? Digimage." Ben says with finger quotes. 

"Still not a word." Mal finally turns to us. 

I roll my eyes and hold out my phone. "This."

Mal takes it, reading aloud. "Mal's a princess, all right. A princess-in-waiting to mess up! Hashtag princess-aster?"

"That's trending, by the way." I tell her, taking my phone back. 

Mal laughs. "Okay, my people may be evil, but what you Auradon kids are doing to the English language is cruel."

"It's more Audrey than the rest of us." I mutter. Ben laughs. 

"Not to worry about Audrey, though." Mal says, turning back to her painting. "I will make it up to her by posting this wicked portrait of her as her favorite heroine."

I glance at it, slightly surprised to see she's painted Audrey wearing her mom's signature pink dress. 

"Her mom." Ben observes. "Maleficent's daughter painting Sleeping Beauty's daughter as Sleeping Beauty, is supposed to help your dig image?"

"Yeah, I mean, do you remember Family Day?" I remind her. 

Mal shudders, and I'm tempted to do the same. "Family Day." Mal mutters. "Okay, so, what? I should just do some un-Sleeping-Beautying?"

"That's not a word." I note. 

"I'm learning how to be Auradonian!" Mal says. She turns back to her portrait. "C'mon, it's not like I gave her Captain Hook's coat!" She laughs. "Beware, forswear, Captain Hook's coat she shall wear!" She waves her hand, and Hook's recognizable red coat appears over the dress. 

"Okay, funny, but stop." Ben warns. 

Mal just laughs. "Beware, forswear, Cruella's stole might give a scare?" Green magic once again envelopes the painting, and a white-and-black scarf thing appears on Audrey.

"Mal, enough with the magic!" Ben says worriedly. 

"Mal, you seriously might want to stop now." I say anxiously. 

Mal ignores us. "Beware, forswear, sprout my mother's horns from Audrey's hair!" Within a second, Maleficent's signature horns replace Audrey's curly hair. 

"Okay, but change it back before someone---" Ben stops dead as we both hear the click of a camera. 

"Oh, no." I groan. Both Ben and my phones ring, so I take mine out and look at the last post. 

Sure enough, Mal's painting is dead center, along with text explaining. 

"...Sees it." Ben finishes dully. 

"I... have a dig image problem." Mal sighs. 

"I'm going to go see what I can do about this." Ben says, already sounding exhausted. "Ellie, you coming?"

"No. I don't really need to see everyone glaring at me again, thank you." Mal kind of laughs, and Ben leaves. 

"You going to fix that?" I ask, gesturing to the painting. 

Mal rolls her eyes. "Fine. I guess I should. But not with magic---that's what got me here in the first place. I'll just re-do it." She removes the canvas, laying it aside and starting with a new one. I watch her curiously, liking the smell of the paint from the can. Multiple notifications alert me from my phone, but I choose not to look. They're probably just more "get your powers taken before you kill someone" texts from anonymous numbers. 

All of the sudden, Audrey and Jane come bursting in. "This selfie is ruining my life!" Audrey wails.

"Woah, what happened to your hair?" I snort. Audrey's normally perfect hair is stuck out all over the place, with weird little braids. 

"I don't want to hear it, Ice Queen!" Audrey barks angrily. 

Mal sighs. "Hi, can I help you---" She turns and gasps in horror, but quickly hides it. "I mean---that looks great!" She says, not at all convincing. 

I groan. 

"If by great, you mean awful, then yes!" Audrey snaps. "It's great!" Her phone beeps, and she rolls her eyes. "Fantastic. Another comment!"

"I'm so sorry." Jane mourns. "I didn't even know I could do magic!" She stops and gasps to herself. "I can do magic!"

"Yup." Audrey deadpans. 

"I can do magic." Jane repeats. 

"Wait. You can do magic?" I ask in disbelief. 

"I can do magic!"

"You can go magic?" Mal asks this time. Apparently we're both confused. 

"We've been over this!" Audrey sighs. 

"I gotta go lie down." Jane says faintly, turning from the tent. Evie comes bursting in, looking agitated. 

"Everyone is talking about my cupcake disaster!" She practically shouts, holding her phone out. "Look at this post!" She shoves it in Mal's and my face. "Pastry chef? More like pastry death. I don't think that's a compliment here." She tells us sadly. 

Jay ducks in, carrying a golden lamp that looks familiar. 

"Does anyone know how to knock?" Mal asks. 

"You're in a tent!" Jay protests. "Hold on to this for me." he hands her the lamp. "It's very important. Hi, Ellie."

"Hi, Jay. Let me guess. Stolen?"

"Maybe." He turns to leave, and laughs. "Nice hair." He says to Audrey. 

"Really?" She asks hopefully. 

"Nope. But I'm trying to learn how to be nice." He disappears again, probably running from whoever he stole it from. 

Audrey glares after him, then turns on Mal. "You have to fix my hair!" She demands. 

"Hold up, she's my BFF." Evie reminds Audrey. "She's helping me first."

"Hey!" Someone new barges in, and I realize why the lamp looked so familiar. Jordan, the Genie's daughter, storms over to Mal. "You stole my lamp!"

"What?" Mal protests, as Jordan snatches it back. "No!"

"Thief!" Jordan accuses. 

"Cool it, Jordan." Audrey says. "Mal will help you when she's done with me."

"I think you mean when she's done with me." Evie corrects. 

Jordan yelps all of the sudden. "You got paint on my lamp?"

"Uh, no biggie, I'll just wipe it off." Mal says nervously, taking the lamp back and rubbing at it with her sleeve. 

"Hello, my hair?" Audrey says. 

"Can we focus on what's important? Me." Evie says. 

"Guys, let's just calm down---" I try, putting my hands out in a placating gesture, but Jordan interrupts. 

"You're ruining my lamp! Gimme!" She takes the lamp back and storms out. The chaos in here erupts, with Evie and Audrey yelling at each other, and Ben coming in at the last second, when suddenly my vision is covered with purple sparkles, and Mal's tent disappears. 

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Yeah, so this has taken a while to come out. Sorry! I've been super busy. I went on vacation to Alabama---that was awesome. And I go back to camp next week, so that's that too. 

But after that, I should be fine. Hopefully. 

And D3 is ever-closer!! Ah!

Also---I saw Spider-Man: Far From Home on Tuesday----FREAKING OUT. THA CLIFFHANGER---AH!!!!! INSANE!!!!