Ariel was walking through the castle halls, observing the portraits hung up everywhere. She missed all those times with her family, before she got married to Eric.
"Ariel?" someone called.
She turned around. "Charming! How's Snow?"
Her brother walked up to her. "Heartbroken. That retard left her for some reason."
Ariel's heart sank. "Ohhh, poor Snow..."
"Which is why I'm not allowing him in this castle," he continued.
Ariel hit the wall. "What? Char, don't you think that's kind of cruel?"
Charming shook his head. "Serves him right for leaving Snow." His gaze was fixed at her for a moment.
Ariel shivered at the green in her brother's eyes. "So, how was the "dance"?"
Charming instinctively rubbed his foot. "Horrible. It wasn't even a dance! Anastasia was nothing like the girl I dance with last night, and when I touched her hand..." he looked at his palm. "I felt...nothing."
Ariel patted his hand. "Aww, is the wittle boy feewing heart sick??"
Charming frowned. "Shut up!"
Ariel burst into giggles. "Char, you felt nothing because Anastasia wasn't the girl you danced with last night!"
"Well, it sure felt that way!" he snapped at her. He walked toward the outdoor bridge, completely covered with flowers.
Ariel had to run to catch up to him. "You wanna know what Belle and I think?"
"No." he replied roughly.
"We think someone hypnotized you!" She said anyway.
Charming looked as if he was going to yell at her, when a blond girl with a net ran up to him.
"Your Highness!" she greeted. She nodded at Ariel, then looked at Charming.
"Yes?" He answered.
She giggled. "Hello."
Charming looked awkward. "Um, hello?"
"It's good to see you again," she told him.
Ariel's eyes widened. "Um, Char, remember what we talked about?"
Charming ignored her. "Have we met?" he asked the girl.
She laughed again. "Yes, I believe I danced with you last night at the ball."
Charming had to fake a laugh. "Um, maybe you danced with some other prince!"
Ariel pinched him on the arm.
"Ouch!" he yelled, glaring at his sister.
"No, you idiot, she dance with you at the ball!"
Charming groaned. "Ariel, I already told you it was Anastasia--"
"Did you say, Anastasia?" the girl interrupted.
Charming nodded, rubbing his arm.
"But that's not right! It was me--"
"You there!" Prudence came rushing up to the trio and grabbed the girl's arm. "You're SUPPOSED to be catching MICE!" She blushed at the royal siblings, bowed, and left with the sullen girl.
Belle was in the cellar, looking for any mold that might contaminate the food they eat.
"Well, you never know if we might be eating poison," she had told herself earlier.
She bent down under a barrel. "Clear here," she murmured.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Prudence and a servant girl walked inside.
"Start here! I want this castle RODENT FREE in time for the wedding!" Prudence ordered, then left the room.
Clearly they didn't notice Belle hunched over the barrel in the corner.
The servant girl set her net on another barrel, then wiped away a tear.
"Are you okay?" Belle asked, coming out of the darkness.
The girl flinched at her sudden appearance. "No, I just met the Prince."
Belle smiled. "That's my brother, what did he say?"
The girl looked at the ceiling. "He doesn't even know who I am."
Belle was confused. "What?"
The girl shook her head. "He doesn't even remember dancing at the ball..."
Belle screamed inside. So THIS is the girl
, she thought.
She was about to speak when two high-pitched voices called out a name.
"Cinderelly!" They slid on a piece of wood and landed on the table.
"We found Princey!" The mouse with an orange head announced.
Belle staggered back. "A MOUSE?"
Cinderelly smiled at her. "Don't worry, they don't bite." At the mice, she said, "I did too, but he doesn't even know who I am..."
The chubbier mouse shook his head. "No! It's A MAGIC!"
"What are you talking about?" the girl inquired.
The chubbier mouse pulled on a blue hoodie, then got out a golden needle. "Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo!"
Cinderelly gasped. "Fairy Godmother?"
The skinnier mouse rearranged his hair into Anastasia's mother. He snickered and snatched the needle away from the other mouse.
"I show Princey!" said the skinnier mouse.
The fatter one changed into a yellow shirt. "My Cinderelly awaits!"
"Princey!" The skinny mouse waved the wand in the air. "You will marry Anastasia, Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo!"
"She MADE him forget who I am..." Cinderelly concluded.
The mice nodded.
Belle stepped toward the three. "Wait, you actually believe in magic?"
Cinderelly grinned. "I believe in anything."
She slammed her hand on the table. "Boys, we have to get that wand!"
"That--son--of--a--" Snow White was still sobbing at her recent tragedy. She was cutting photographs of her and Prince, then throwing them in the fireplace.
She picked one up and took a good look at it. It was a picture of her and Prince on their wedding day.
We looked so happy,
she thought, shedding a tear.
And her heart burst when she saw the frown on her brother's face.
"Snow!" screamed someone.
She wiped her eyes and turned her head. "Yes?"
Ariel and Belle stumbled onto the rug beside her, panting.
"Something's wrong with Charming!" Ariel rasped.
Belle explained how they found the mystery girl at the ball.
"Charming even had googly eyes for blondey!" Ariel concluded.
Snow White cut up the picture in her hand, then threw it into the fire. "So...he's under a magic spell?"
Belle nodded. "Yeah. And we have to stop Lady Tremaine!"
Snow snifffed. "Um, yeah, I'll help..."
Ariel put an arm around her. "Aww, Snow, if you're still heartbroken, you could take a break..."
Snow shook it off her. "No. I'm helping you guys. He's my brother, too."
Belle's heart skipped a beat. She always thought Snow White was Charming's favorite sister.
"Belle, are you okay?" Ariel asked.
Belle tied her hair with an elastic band. "Yeah. LET'S DO THIS!"
"Belle's heart skipped a beat. She always thought Snow White was Charming's favorite sister."