Virgil waited and then snatched the apple off the stand. The seller noticed immediately, snapping his head away from his customer. The man was no one important. Just another lowly pirate from Captain Hook's' ship, illusioned with the idea of importance.

"Hey! You put back my apple, you squirt!" He yelled.

Virgil scoffed rudely and threw the apple in a perfect arc into the hands of one of his best friends. Remus caught it and tossed it behind him. Deceit ducked out from behind the man, darting forwards quickly to catch the apple. The pirate stepped forwards with a furious scowl and Virgil used this brief distraction.

He snatched the purse off the mans' belt before vaulting over the stall stand, kicking over a neat stack of melons with his muddy boot. The pirate screamed angry curses as Virgil lobbed the purse into the hands of Remus. The boy added it to the collection of jangling pouches on his belt as Deceit flailed his staff. People parted from their path like the ground was promptly poisonous despite the crowd being unpartable only a few seconds ago.

"Scarper!" Yelped Remus gleefully, rushing down the newly formed ally with Deceit hot on his heels. Virgil felt the leathery wings materialise on his back and he flapped over to join his friends instantly.

.:*:.

"Damn, that guys' face was totally not the highlight of my day!" Lied Deceit with a snort. His name wasn't really Deceit, it was Janus. He was the son of Jafar, conjured by genie magic. This made him a genie himself, and he used his father's' staff for symbolism - it wasn't needed for anything. Many people think that genies can only grant three wishes because of the bumbling blue one. That was total crap. Those were just the rules and Janus constantly broke them.

Remus cackled. "And when Vee kicked over his melons and they landed in the mud!" Remus was the son of Ursula and was honestly worse than his sister. This group had just always managed to stay away from those undercover Auradon scum so they never knew.

Yeah, they knew they were here. It was obvious from the permanently uncomfortable look in their eyes and how they could never be found on the weekends. And they'd also shrug and say they were just a pawn. No one ever called themselves a 'pawn'. These undercover spies were idiots.

"Yeah, good work with that, Virgil!" Purred Janus, leaning forwards. Half of his body was covered in greenish-yellow snake scales while the rest was human. He'd always be trapped in this 'half-form' because it was the most efficient way to run away from people. Oh, and it gave him a split tongue Janus thought split tongues were attractive.

Virgil smirked. "Thanks, guys. You did good, too."

Remus chuckled in his insane way. "We shouldn't be doing good though! We should be doing the evilest shit we can!"

This kicked the group off into rapturous laughter.

"That dick should definitely lower his prices, though," Janus smirked. "If he did, then maybe people like us wouldn't have to ruin his day!"

"We'd still ruin his day." Commented Virgil, rolling his eyes.

They laughed again and Virgil felt his wings vapourize. They were his pride and glory and they were practical because they never ruined his clothes. Having Maleficent as your mother was definitely a blessing, period.

The trio was sitting in a shack that had been built inside the biggest tree. Everyone stayed away from it, not because they were being respectful but because the three children could be dangerous when they wanted to. That's why no one stops them. Not after what happened five years ago.

Virgil was the youngest and smallest. He was skinny and pale with black hair that possessed purple highlights. His eyes were usually green, like a serpents' but would turn a poisonous purple whenever sorcery was brought up. Okay, so some parts of his heritage gave him a small problem. He hated sorcery because it was actually evil.  Like, even evil people said it was evil. That's why his mother practically ruled the Isle. And that's why Virgil only ever relied on smaller tricks that he could do with normal magic. And that's why you never mention the 's' word.

Remus was the one in between the others, height and age-wise. While Virgil was fifteen, he was sixteen and a month old and never stopped bragging about it. He could into a giant octopus but, other than that, didn't have any other magical abilities. What he lacked in magic, he more than made up for in gruesome ideas and brute strength. He had become the 'strong' friend, the one who bullied victims into getting what they wanted. Remus was incredibly fun.

Janus was the oldest and tallest. Four months older and six inches taller than Remus made him the ring leader. He had black hair that still managed to glow gold at certain angles. One eye was puffy and red from an incident five years ago that they don't mention, but the other was brown, like wood. His human skin was smooth and his scales were slick, hands gloved. For all the children of the Isle, he was the Heather Chandler. He ruled over everyone aged twenty and under.

That's when their parents opened the door.

"Boys," Said Jafar, his 'genie side' flickering back and forth from view, "We have some interesting news."