#claudine frollo

[dragoneyes618]

Headcanon that the Isle kids have no clue of what emotions are appropriate for what circumstances, or how to interpret others' emotions.

The Hook kids see yelling and screaming as a completely ordinary form of communication; their father raged so often that they barely even register it.

Carlos finds it very difficult to tell whether he's in trouble or not. Someone acting kind and sweet makes him feel uneasy; when his mother acted like this, he could never tell if it was genuine or merely a facade.

And that's without even getting into Claudine Frollo.

[hannahhook7744]

Can you do a whole "Encanto Next Gen as Vines/ Incorrect Quotes" post? That'd be really funny lol

Character Guide:

(Children of Isabela Rojas Madrigal and Bubo Marquez):

Miguel Melchor Marquez Madrigal Jr/Smiley/MJ. 

Zoey Alejandra Marquez Madrigal.

Arlo Emo Marquez Madrigal.

Avila Brisa Marquez Madrigal.

(Children of Antonio Espinosa Madrigal):

Giovanni Refugio Espinosa Madrigal. 

(Children of Mirabel Rojas Madrigal and Miguel Rivera):

Vera Coco Rivera Madrigal.

Renata Imelda Rivera Madrigal.

Mariana Isabela Luisa Rivera Madrigal.

Marisol Carmela Victoria Rivera Madrigal.

Marcelo Héctor Rivera Madrigal.

(Camilo Espinosa Madrigal and Mina Prepon):

Carlos Manuel Madrigal Prepon.

José Lorenzo Madrigal Prepon.

Hugo Jerónimo Madrigal Prepon.

Sofia Azucena Madrigal Prepon.

Amelia Sadia Madrigal Prepon.

(Children of Dolores Espinosa Madrigal and Mariano Guzmán):

Ligera Juana Guzman Madrigal.

Oscar Candelario Guzmán Madrigal.

Elmira Dorila Guzman Madrigal.

Leta Pepa Guzmán Madrigal.

Princesa Rosetta Guzmán Madrigal.

Fuega Alba Guzmán Madrigal.

Juan Félix Guzmán Madrigal.

Javier Gabriel Guzmán Madrigal. 

(Children of Luisa Rojas Madrigal and Ryder Nattura):

Tito Krsitoff Nattura Madrigal.

Emilia Lydia Nattura Madrigal.

Amada Honeymaren Nattura Madrigal.

Silvia Julieta Nattura Madrigal.

Belinda Petra Nattura Madrigal.

(Children of Bruno Madrigal):

Cesare Bartholomew Colmcille Madrigal Botero (Formerly Frollo).

Cornel Thomas Howard Sebastian Madrigal Botero (Formerly Frollo and Formerly Gaskit). 

Cyriacus Ignatius Vladmir Madrigal Botero (Formerly Frollo).

Richard 'Rick' Perseus Madrigal Botero (Formerly Ratcliffe).

Claudine Esther-Mary Agnes Dymphna Madrigal Botero (Formerly Frollo). 

Rachel Anneliese Madrigal Botero (Formerly Ratcliffe).

Rory Elias Madrigal Botero (Formerly Ratcliffe).

Glendale ‘Glenn’ Hazel Gothel (soon to be Madrigal). 

Mason Primethorn Gothel (soon to be Madrigal). 

Magnolia ‘Gigi’ Marguerite Gothel (soon to be Madrigal). 

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Hugo *falls through ceiling* 

Giovanni, not even phased: Hi Hugo.

Hugo, laying on a pile of rubble—his head resting on the floor, completely: Hi Giovanni. 

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Hugo, quieter: That hurt.

Cesare: Hey I'm back from the market—WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Cyriacus, standing in the center of a strangely neat pentagram drawn on Casita's floors and holding a melting candle in one hand, and a book in another: You told me to satanize the house! 

Cesare: Sanitize! I said sanitize! Clean this up before Abuela and the padre get here!

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Princesa: You can trust me! Let's not forget who pulled you out of that river when you were 12!

Fuega: Let's not forget who pushed me in. 

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Miguel Jr *jumps from the second balcony of Casita in a bubble shield, bounces, and breaks something*

Arlo, on his last fucking straw: THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN'T FUCKING LOVE YOU!

Camilo *laughs loudly off screen*

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Arlo: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Zoey: Arlo no.

Miguel Jr: Mistlefoe.

Zoey: Please stop encouraging him.

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Arlo: I trust Zoey.

Miguel Jr: You think they know what they're doing?

Arlo: I wouldn't go that far.

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Arlo: Oscar! My face is on fire!

Oscar: Arlo! Are you ok?!

Arlo: Oh yes, I'm fine. I just said that to make sure you'd come in here quickly.

Oscar: But your face is on fire.

Arlo: Yes. It's much faster than shaving.

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Oscar: Please, I'm begging you, go to a doctor.

Arlo: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

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Arlo: Listen, I can explain…

Zoey: You’re making $500 and you’re only gonna pay me $100?

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Miguel Jr: You’re getting 100 dollars? I’m getting $20!

Avila: You guys are getting paid?

Marcelo: Ma'am, this is a Wendy’s.

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Someone random: Wow, are you guys twins?

Marisol *stares at Mariana*

Mariana *stares back*

Marisol and Mariana *scream  in sync* YOU STOLE MY FACE!  *runs away in opposite directions*

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Hugo: Marcelo, how are those chicken strips?

Marcelo, looking at Hugo's blackened chicken strips: F%#K YA CHICKEN STRIPS.....F%#K ya chicken strips!

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Rick: You fight like my sister!

José, being a smart ass: I've fought your sister, that's a compliment!

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Princesa: There is no better feeling than someone playing with your hair. Or running her fingers down your back—

Leta: Unless you thought you were alone.

Oscar: And now, the weather.

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Renata: Get a real job! And some pants!

Marcelo, who was just walking past: annnnd that's enough of this game. 

Vera, grumbling: I am wearing pants. You just have a stupid power.

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Five year old Sofia *running around during the family barbecue, something shiny in her hands*

Camilo, drink in hand: what you got there, Sof?

Five year old Sofia *smilingly widely* A KNIFE! *runs off*

Camilo *spits out his drink, drops it, and rubs after her* NO!

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Tito, 15 years old: Yo, how much money do you have?

Amada, 5 years old: 69 cents.

 Tito: AYE, you know what that means?

Amada, sad: I don't have enough money for chicken nuggets.

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Miguel Jr: Hurricane Katrina? More like Hurricane Tortilla *throws tortilla into Marcelo’s face on accident*

Marcelo, as the tortilla slides slowly down his face: I hate you.

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Claudine: AHH! Stahhp. I coulda dropped mah croissant.

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Mason: Mothertrucker, dude, that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick.

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Cesare: Glendale, can you read number 23 for the class?

Glenn: No, I cannot.... What up? I'm Glenn, I'm 19 and I never fucking learned how to read.

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Fuega, trying to come out to Ligera: Hey, I'm lesbian.

Ligera, having stayed up all night making shadow puppets with her friends: I thought you were Colombian.

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Juan: WHAT ARE THOSEEEEE?

Javier: THEY are my crocs!

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Belinda:  In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Elmira: Wasn't Silvia with you?

Silvia: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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Rachel, not in the least bit sorry: I think we're gonna have to kill this guy, Cornel.

Cornel, soberly: Damn. 

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Emilia: You have to apologize to the town!

Oscar: Fine. 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

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Carlos: WHOEVER THREW THAT PAPER, YOUR MOM'S A HOE!

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Amelia, shoots up in bed in the middle of the night: Oh my god, they were roommates.

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Rory: This Bitch Empty, YEET! *Throws bottle*

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Gigi: Mason stop...Mason stop...You're gonna get in trouble. Mason.

[princess-ibri]

What would be the backstory behind Judge Claude Frollo?

So tip what I’d do is basically just adapt the backstory he had from the book. He and his brother are orphans, taken in by the church, Frollo grows up to be the self righteous judge and his brother Jehan becomes a gambling drinking wastrel. I think the animosity/belief in his own righteousness would grow from Frollo’s relationship with his brother. Jehan’s rebellious actions constantly put their hopes of stability growing up in jeopardy, and young Claude feels superior to him because he’s rewarded for towing the line, and that just sort of builds up overtime to the whole world, eventually turning from “I’m in the right because I’m doing right” to “I’m always in the right”.

Also I had Jehan be the father of Claudine in my rewrite of her for Canon Descendants, as Claude Frollo deserves to die eternally frustrated.

Since the backstory wasn’t really long I will take this opportunity to drop the little idea I had for my take on a HOND 2 rewrite/better sequel. I was looking over the Disney Villain Recruitors from Tokyo DisneySea—Park only characters that are like new Sidekicks to the villains and wondering how I’d adapt them to the DisneyVerse, and had the idea that Frollo’s Recruiter, Veil, would actually be a demon that’s been sent as his handler basically when he makes a deal in Hell to come back as a revenant to try and get revenge.

The bell she wears around her neck is his reliquary which’s holds what’s left if his soul—Ala Rasputin from Anastasia—and the plot , which would include a rewrite of Madelline from HOND 2 cuz I like her design and Quasi deserves love to, would probably pull in my rewrites for Zephyr and Claudine as well and have a Medieval Folk Horror flavor over all of it.

[cleverqueencommander]

Book VK art🥰🥰✨✨

Pick your faves

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

Harriet: we can have a nervous breakdown later. Everyone get it together

Claudine: ok but when we do have our nervous breakdowns I'm going first

[aiodenhunt]

Isle dreamer.

Where the Hook siblings assume CJ died. Set during wicked world, before D2

! TW!

-Character death (Let's pretend CJ is dead and not in Auradon for the sadsies)

-Depictions of grief.

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Harriet went to sleep without thinking a lot about CJ being out for the night. Her sister was that way, she would never come back home in the estimated time. CJ would always come back one hour after her curfew, just to mess around with them.

Plus, she was with Freddie. If someone could put some reason into Calista’s head that was definitely Freddie.

So there was apparently nothing to worry about.

She stopped worrying about CJ coming home to sleep when the latter was around 11, ever since then CJ would sleep ‘Wherever the night caught her’ and take turns sleeping in the Jolly Roger, The lost revenge, Freddie’s house or Harriet’s ship; The crimson zephyr. She had that bad habit.

Her sister was just that careless.

And Harriet had given up with her a long time ago. Once she found CJ eating breakfast in her ship’s kitchen, which would’ve been normal if her sister had slept in her ship the previous night.

Harriet honestly didn’t care about that. She had learned to leave one window open and extra food just for CJ. It was better if her sister slept there than on the streets like the other children on the Isle.

Uma also didn’t mind CJ’s random presence on her ship, the pirate had just adopted her as ‘Harry’s annoying little sister that crashes here without warning’ and rolled along with it.

Captain Hook? He was sometimes delighted to see his daughter come back to her home and spend the night there, sometimes he would make it clear he didn’t want her there.

So, yeah. CJ spending the night out while she had explicitly told Harriet she would sleep in her ship wasn’t that much of a big deal. Maybe the Faciliers made something CJ likes for dinner and so she decided to spend the night there.

Oh well, she would just scold her little sister when she got home and that’s it.

Cj will be fine. She can fetch for herself.

So the following night, Harriet Hook woke up without too many worries inside of her head, half of those worries weren’t really related to her sister. They were mostly about her crew or the fact that they lived on a jail-island, nothing too bad or out of the ordinary.

She walked out of her cabin, heading to the kitchen. Greeting some of her crewmates in the process.

Claudine Frollo was already up, making breakfast for her crew. She was probably the only member of the crew who got up at the unholy hour that 5am was.“Good morning, Captain.” She said, serving some crepes for Harriet.

“ ‘Morning, have you seen Calista around the ship?” The captain asked, sitting down to eat what had been just served to her.

Claudine shook her head no.

“Are you sure?” Harriet insisted.

“If she had slept inside of the ship, I would’ve heard her entering it. You know I have quite the sensitive ear.”

“Hm.True.” Harriet hummed, taking some last bites out of her breakfast. “She must’ve spent the night with Harry or Freddie. She’ll probably be back in a day or two.”

“May the lord be with her.” Claudine made the cross gesture.

Harriet just let out a sigh. “Yeah let the religious stuff from your dad for an actually dangerous situation, We’ve got raids to do.”

And so, the next two days passed by normally for Harriet Hook.

Her rutinary raids, antics, some robbery and someone being stabbed, whatever was normal for her.

But, during those days. CJ was nowhere to be seen. At least inside of her ship.

She woke up with a little of a hangover from drinking last night, walking to the kitchen with one of her hands holding an ice pack on her head to calm down the migraine.

Harriet barely opened her mouth, and Claudine already had an answer for her question. “CJ still isn’t here. And no, Sammy hasn’t seen her either.”

The captain sighed. “Don’t serve me any breakfast, give it to Sammy or whoever needs it. I’m going to the Lost revenge to drag that brat back home.”

Harriet could hear a small giggle before leaving. “Good luck with that rascal.”

The way to the Lost revenge wasn’t too far from her. The isle was quite small, so it was just around two blocks away from her own ship. The port was way too small.

She knocked three times on the wooden of the ship, some of Uma’s pirates looking at her with fear, and some others with respect.

Uma looked at her from the deck, looking like she wanted to cuss her out of there at first; but once she realized it was Harriet she only sighed. “Ah, it 's you.”

“Harry! Your sister’s here!” The fellow captain screamed so loud it could probably be heard on all of the ship.

“The crazy one or the normal one?”

“The normal one!”

And so, Harry could soon be heard walking towards the deck, then he jumped out of the ship. “What up?”

“Has CJ been sleeping here for the last three days?” Harriet asked, straightforward.

Her brother bit his lip, frowning. “I was actually going to ask you if she had been sleeping in the Crimson zephyr. Haven’t seen that polliwog around in a while.”

Harriet took a deep breath. “So she hasn’t!”

Harry shook his head no. “Might be at dad’s.”

The captain shrugged, wanting to not look lowkey frustrated. “Wanna search for her with me? Maybe Hook’s got her hostage thinking she’s Peter pan or something. She never stays with him for that long.”

“Oh I had forgotten she’s that guy’s age already.” Harry mumbled. “Count me in. Uma ain’t doing anything interesting today.”

And so, The oldest sibling nodded, walking across the port along with her brother.

The Jolly roger being so close to the Lost revenge it was almost comical it took them around three minutes to get there

Once they were close enough, Harry yelled. “Oh Dad! Would you mind talking to your children?”

Hook looked down at them, making some gestures with his fake hand. “I do it every once in a while. What do you want now?”

“Have you seen Calista? Or, a child resembling Peter Pan lately?” Harriet asked, her arms crossed.

Their father frowned at the mention of that boy. “My little girl? Nope, and I wish I don’t see that hellish boy or anyone who resembles him again.”

Harriet sighed, turning around and walking away from the port (Dragging Harry along with her), refusing to listen to Hook any longer. “I believe him. If he had lost his mind he wouldn’t make it clear that Cj’s his favorite child.”

Harry decided to not argue any longer. Walking to wherever Harriet was going to.

Which seemed to be… The arcade the Facilier’s run?

How odd.

Harriet entered almost kicking the door open, her presence being ominous enough to startle most people inside of the arcade. She looked straight into Dr.Facilier’s eyes as soon as she spotted him.

“Has CJ slept here the last three days, Shadowman?”

“Easy there, Hook. I could ask you the exact same question about Freddie.” The older man answered, something in his voice made the phrase look like a threat. “Unlike your little sister she has some manners. She never sleeps outside of her home, much less uninvited. Where is my daughter?”

Harry almost walks up to Facilier, hook in hand. Yet Harriet stopped him.

“Where is my sister? They should be together. I’m not looking for a fight.” The pirate dropped her sword, and made her brother drop his hook. (Although he rolled his eyes when she did.) “Kidnapping your daughter would only make CJ hate me.”

The shadowman seemed a little more relaxed, less menacing. Yet he still looked stressed. “I’m serious. I don’t know where both of them are. Celia has been worried, so am I. We figured maybe CJ was keeping her hidden, or rather hiding with her.”

Harriet growled in frustration, picking up her sword and passing the hook to her brother.

“Whatever. Those two must be hiding anywhere waiting for us to lose our minds searching for them. I’ll tell you when I find them, so you can also ground Freddie for life for letting CJ do that.”

Facilier nodded, with a heavy sigh. Then the siblings left the arcade.

Harriet kicked a stone in frustration.

Harry didn’t know quite what to do. Looking worried was not a choice, though. “Maybe she is okay. Just playing hide and seek anywhere, just to toy around with us.”

Harriet bit one of her nails, not wanting to seem worried either. She could not show weakness in public. “Tell Uma and her crew to look out for her literally everywhere. My crew will do the same. No stone must remain unturned.”

Harry let out a laugh. “That polliwog will be so grounded when you get her.”

“She will not see the sunlight until she turns eighteen.”

And so, the day passed by.

All the raids planified for that day came to a halt. For both Uma and Harriet’s crew. The pirates looked for every street inside in the isle, every alley. Every business that could be a possible hideout.

Harriet’s crew even had to swallow down whatever fear they had left and enter Maleficent’s now abandoned castle. Still, no trace of CJ nearby. It seemed like her most probable hideout but there wasn’t a single trail of her or Freddie in there.

The search went on for two weeks.

Uma’s had looked inside of the Hell hall but even there, there was not a single trace of the missing girls.

Every alley had been temporarily invaded by the pirates in search for the girl, and no one was there.

Harriet had screamed her sister’s name time and again, and nobody answered.

During the second week, they had stopped searching and began raiding more often, in case somebody had the guts to hold hostage the youngest Hook child.

The hopes of Cj’s older siblings were high when the raids began, and they had in fact found some of the missing children of the isle who would then be sent back to their parent’s arms.

Nonetheless there was not a single trace of CJ or Freddie in any of those raids. When interrogating people, they claimed that they knew that kidnapping CJ Hook was technically suicide.

So, during the third week of Cj’s disappearance, Harriet and Harry stopped looking for someone living.

Harriet shivered, her voice trembled a little when she asked what might be the hardest question she had ever asked. “I need Uma to ask Ursula if she has seen any remains of CJ in the depths of the sea.”

CJ never learned how to swim unlike her siblings. Maybe she stepped on rotten wood whilst walking on the port and drowned.

Or maybe someone had killed her and dropped her remains into the sea.

They knew the villains were immortal, as she herself accidentally killed her father once. (In self defense.) But they also knew that VK’s could die. Everyone who wasn’t deemed as a dangerous villain was not immortal. How charming. Thank you, King Beast.

Whatever, Harriet needed a coat, her sister’s headband, anything. She needed to know what happened to her baby sister.

Neither of the siblings had the strength to tell their father that they thought CJ was dead. They just knew that he was probably drinking himself blind thanks to her daughter’s disappearance.

Harriet also wanted to do that.

Yet she needed to be sober to keep on looking.

She was angry at first.

Angry at the world who set this godforsaken barrier on them. Angry at herself for not looking out for her sister earlier. Angry at her father, for neglecting them in that way.

She screamed, smashed a couple bottles against the floor and punched a wall, yet the people in her crew knew it was best to let Harriet be.

Sammy told them that it was her captain’s way to go through grief.

Harry, on the other hand, seemed more maniacal than never. Whenever they attacked he laughed more than usual, he was more prone to burst out laughing after any inconvenience happened to him. He lashed out when someone mentioned CJ, too.

Uma was there to hold Harry whenever he broke down. She was there to at least tell him that his sister was probably in a better place now. There was someone to be Harry’s support.

Harriet did have Ginny to hold her down while she lashed out, and unlike Harry and Uma, she was not enough to calm her down completely.

Of course she appreciated her partner, but no romantical love could fill the hole her sister left in her heart.

Harriet had raised that girl. She saw her grow up, she taught her how to read and how to count, she taught her how to defend herself.

Had she done something wrong? Had she forgotten to look somewhere else?

Oh.

She did.

The underworld.

All the dead went there, and the god of the underworld was there, on the Isle. Maybe she could give her an answer.

Nonetheless when Harriet sat down to speak with Hades, all she got was disappointment.

Hades was no longer the ruler of the underworld during his imprisonment, the ones ruling it were Persephone and Nyx. Some other goddesses, or demi-gods. Harriet didn’t gave a single fuck about whatever divine status they had.

Persephone was the only one who could tell her if her sister was dead or not.

And Persephone could only come to the island during the winter. It is currently the beginning of autumn.

Great.

So she had to wait months to know if her sister was alive or not.

Harriet did her best to not break down when she reunited with Harry a couple of days later.

They picked up a couple of the few flowers that could be found across the isle, and some shiny stuff CJ would have wanted.

Since cameras weren’t a thing on the isle and they didn’t have a picture of the deceased girls, Harriet painted a small portrait of CJ and Freddie, although it wasn’t her main hobby or a sustainable one on the isle, she was quite good at it.

They made a makeshift altar on the Crimson zephyr, inside of the cabin where their little sister used to sleep in.

Neither Harriet nor Harry cried during Claudine’s memorial speech, all her time with Frollo had prepared her to host funerals; at last. Celia did cry for Freddie.

Claudine lit up a small candle on the altar for the two souls.

Harry didn’t have the strength to speak during the makeshift funeral.

Neither did Harriet, but she spoke anyway.

She swallowed down a tear while standing in front of the portrait of her little sister. “Calista was not a saint. Hell, she stole from us more times than I can count on my two hands.”

“Yet she never had ill intentions. I dare to say my sister was the closest we will have to someone being genuinely kind on this Godforsaken isle. I hope she is happy and in peace along with her best friend, away from this living hell. I hope that this is a reminder of the cruelty of King Beast. And I hope one day we will be able to break this down, so no more innocents will die with misery and pain being all of what they knew during their short lives. Calista Jane Hook, I hope you forgive your siblings for not being able to save you.”

Maybe she teared up while speaking, yet no one pointed it out.

Harriet doesn’t remember anything else that happened during that funeral. She zoned out, just thinking.

Thinking about how CJ used to tell Harriet about her dreams of navigating and seeing the world beyond the barrier she was born into.

She thought about how that little dreamer never got to see anything more than misery, and thinking about how they don’t even have a body to mourn her properly.

Did she suffer?

Did she go in peace? Did she thought about them while leaving?

What a waste…

Ginny had to drag Harriet to bed that night. She drank until she passed out, mumbling something about not being able to save her.

Maybe one day, the memory of the youngest Hook child will stop being painful.

It won’t be today.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Have we considered Claudine Frollo with a hanahaki dissease

[amethxxt]

What are brutally honest thoughts on:

Harriet Hook

Li Shang Jr(ignore his name)

Herkie

Aziz

Claudine Frollo

I'm not sure about brutally honest lol but I'll do my best:

HARRIET HOOK

• I don't think you guys understand how much I love Harriet. She's one of my most favorite Descendants characters to write about.

• Based on the few things we know about her from the books, she already seems awesome. Sometimes, I have to remind myself that my headcanons are not canon lol but I have many about her.

• What bothers me the most about Harriet is not her fault at all. I get so mad that they have created Harriet, Harry and CJ, and altright refuse to have them coexist. I would love to see all three Hook siblings together, but noooo, Disney hates fun.

• I can't remember if they mention her having her own crew, but to me, she does and it's one of the most respected gangs on the Isle. No one dares messing with Captain Harriet.

• She dances with Anthony Tremaine in the books and they're a couple. I'm not sorry, I make the rules and they are canon to me.

• To be honest, I could make a whole list of my headcanons about Harriet, I'm just not doing it now because there's more characters to talk about.

LI SHANG JR

• I wish we had seen more of him, maybe have him and Lonnie interact - then again, I don't think it would be possible for them to include all the characters I want in the movies.

• Again, I hate his name, just to make it clear. Also, just made some headcanons about him and Lonnie here.

• It would be nice to have him interacting with Jay and Carlos in D1 after they joined the Tourney team, maybe giving them pep talks instead of the coach and help them feel like they belong there.

HERKIE

• If Disney doesn't stop giving Descendants characters such terrible names, I swear-

• Again, since he's part of the Tourney team, it would be cool to see the boys interacting with him. Since Herkie's really strong, he could show Jay strenght doesn't have to equal agression.

• I also have a few headcanons about him that I'd be willing to share someday. Herkie's also a minor character in my fic about Audrey.

AZIZ

• My poor boy, getting cut from the first movie...

• Seriously, I would've loved to see him! They cut his character and didn't even have him appear in the other movies or Wicked World.

• He was also supposed to be in the Tourney team, why does Disney hate them lol So yeah, it would've been really nice to see all of these boys hanging out. Since Mal mentions Jay getting "victory pizza with the team", I wish we had gotten to see that.

• Despite D1 being the movie that I think was able to work the Core Four individually the best, I still think we could've seen a bit more of how the boys were doing in Auradon.

CLAUDINE FROLLO

• This character... Oh, I adore her. Like I said on my other post, I don't remember much from the books, but I know she was part of the Anti-Heroes Club.

• I always say I wish Descendants could be darker, and Claudine is one of the main reasons why. The daughter of Claude Frollo? The girl is a walking bundle of trauma. There are some og characters that I can see growing to be good parents, but Frollo? No, call child services.

• I don't really like that Claudine is mentioned to be the person ringing the bell at Dragon Hall in the books, mainly because I don't think Frollo would raise her to be a copy of Quasimodo.

• Still, I like that she's part of the Anti-Heroes Club, and I imagine her as very strong girl who would be extremely determine not to become like her father.

I would love to talk about my headcanons for some of these characters, so just send an ask if that's something you'd like to see!

[humaforever]

Claudine Frollo x Ivy De Vil

[dragoneyes618]

The VKs and Games

It doesn't matter what kind of games they like to play. It doesn't matter what kind of game it is. The very notion of a game is warped, for some of them.

The last time Harriet Hook played a game, it was in an attempt to keep her barely-out-of-toddlerhood siblings quiet and occupied as they crouched in a small dark place on the Jolly Roger and their father rampaged in a drunken rage.

The very idea of playing a game is completely foreign to Claudine Frollo. She genuinely has no idea what it is.

The only games Mal, Uma, Evie, Ginny Gothel, and anyone else with fairy or witch blood have experience with are word games, riddles, where one misspoken word costs you a lot more than the game. They are experts in wording things very carefully and finding loopholes.

The only games Freddie and Celia Facilier have ever played are card games. And they're always for something, even something small and useless. Games are never for free.

When Carlos was younger, Cruella sometimes played a game with him. Usually it involved Carlos having to pretend to be a puppy and Cruella hitting him with her cane if he forgot.

[hannahhook7744]

Speak Too Loud, We'll See You Burn!

Summary: Claudine Esther-Mary Agnes Dymphna Frollo is struggling.  Prompt: Heaven can't help me now—Claudine angst.  Trigger Warnings: religious trauma, child abuse, victim blaming, spiders, implied attempt at murder-suicide, implied mental health issues, suicidal thoughts, murder, etc. 

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The closest under the stairs leading to the flat above Frollo's Creperie was small, dark, and cramped with crosses covering all three walls.

The only thing in the room, aside from whatever poor unfortunate soul was locked there and the crosses of course, was a small wooden crate that an old 14th century French Roman Catholic Bible rested upon. 

The door leading to the ‘Prayer Closet’ had seven locks on the outside of it, to keep the sins and the sinners in. 

Claudine Esther-Mary Agnes Dymphna Frollo was slowly becoming the most prominent sinner that frequented this particular prayer closet and she, rather predictably, hated it—and it had very little to do with the large assortment of creepy crawlies that were often locked in there with her. 

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The ten year old didn't remember what she'd done to deserve being locked in the prayer closet this time. 

It seemed like she was always being shoved into the prayer closet these days for some minor offense or another. Some of which she was privately sure were made up, though the red head would never dare to say this to her father's face. 

She knew what happened to those who were disobedient, after all. 

Her brother, Cornel, was the prime example of disobedience and its consequences: Claudine wasn't sure she'd ever forget the screams that had escaped him or his frantic muttered prayers in a language she couldn't understand as their father had beat him to death after he had refused to repent for his sins. 

Wasn't sure she could forget the fifteen year old’s still and battered, bloody form or how much his lifeless, unblinking eyes with faded traces of terror still ingrained into them had unnerved her when her father had finally allowed her to retrieve his body. 

She saw those eyes whenever she closed her own. 

It was hard to believe those same green eyes—much like her own—had once held a fierce and stubborn determination and defiance when facing off against their father. That those eyes had been filled with affection whenever the two of them and their brothers had managed to get in a moment away from their father.

Claudine shivered as a spider scurried up her leg, swatting at it before she forced herself as far back into the corner of the closest as the small space allowed. 

The Creperie and the flat above it were deathly silent.

They almost always were these days. 

The silence made it harder to forget what she'd lost. 

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Claudine didn't remember her mother—didn’t know what her name had been or what'd she'd looked like. 

How could she when her father didn't have any pictures of her adorning the walls anymore? If he'd ever had any adorning the wall to begin with

Maybe he never had. 

Claudine didn't remember her mother. 

She didn't remember her brown hair or her dark grey eyes, or the soft smile she'd always had for Claudine and her siblings. 

Didn't remember how her mother had held her and cried as her half brother, Cyriacus, was blinded after having tried her hardest to protect him. 

But sometimes, late at night, she almost could. 

Faint memories of gentle hands brushing out her hair and rocking back and forth in a chair. 

A quiet voice that didn't sound quite right no matter how much Claudine tried to recall it whispering gentle prayers that Claudine’s own much younger voice mimicking. 

The same voice that would tell her stories and sing her lullabies. 

The voice that begged her father to STOP and screamed ‘NOT THE CHILDREN, NOT THE CHILDREN!’ in Claudine's nightmares even to this day. 

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Claudine's father didn't speak of her mother often and when he did, it was never nice. 

She'd left them, he'd spat. Took the coward’s way out and tried to take Claudine and her brothers with her. 

It wasn't a lie. 

Claudine's brothers had confirmed it, though they'd been much kinder with their words. 

Cesare got uncomfortable when the subject of her mother was brought up but he'd never denied her knowledge of her. He said her mother had been a lovely woman and that she had loved Claudine, and their brothers with all her heart. 

He didn't respond when the young girl had asked if she'd loved him too. 

Cornel would get such an angry look in his eye whenever Claudine's mother was mentioned. “She didn't want this life for you, Din. She wanted you to be safe and happy—she wanted that for all of us. Don't listen to the lies father tries to tell you. He always lies.”

Out of the family, Cyriacus—the brother who was closest in age to Claudine being only five years older rather than Cornel’s seven and Cesare's ten—talked the most about her mother and seemed to understand her the most. “She's the one who tended to my eyes after what dad did. I think that's why she did what she did—she had never seen that side of him before and it scared her, and she didn't know what to do. So she tried to escape the only way she knew how.”

Claudine didn't know her mother.

But she missed her regardless. 

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Cesare looking like their father had never scared Claudine. 

Why would it?

It wasn't like her brother was their father. 

Sure, he looked like him and even acted like him to an extent but if there was one thing he had that their father definitely didn't, it was compassion— compassion for the people their father targeted and compassion for her, and for their brothers. 

Cesare had hated the way their father hurt those he saw as beneath him. Hated how their father favored him and loathed his siblings. 

And despite how much he tried to please their father, he had always refused to harm them when ordered. Even to his own detriment. 

It was because of Cesare that Cornel and Cyriacus were ever allowed out of their rooms, and it was because of him that none of them died sooner than they had. 

He'd tended to every wound and had snuck them food after every punishment. Played games with them when their father was away and brought them back secret trinkets when he came back from running their errands. 

He had never looked down on any of them the way their father did. 

He didn't hate Cornel for refusing to change his name to Cornelius. He never called Cornel’s skin dirty or his hair unsightly, and he let Cornel pray in his native language. He didn't hate Cornel for being Romani and had never shamed him for liking boys, like their father had. 

Cesare had loved and respected Cornel. More than their father ever had. 

Just as he did Claudine and Cyriacus. 

He didn't call Cyriacus’s visions the work of the devil. Instead, he'd called them a blessing. He didn't burn Cyriacus art or slap him to get him to STOP whenever he had one of his visions. 

Cesare didn't look down on Claudine for having red hair and being a girl. He never tried to make her write right handed instead of left and had held her when she sobbed after their father had broken her wrist so she couldn't write left handed. 

He didn't dismiss or degrade any of her interests or say Claudine was wrong, ungodly, a sinner, or unchristian. 

Cesare wasn't their father. 

And yet, he'd been murdered by Cornel's grandmother for their father's sins as if he was. On his own birthday, no less. 

Claudine still remembered the way their father had damned and cursed the women and the uncharacteristically gentle way he had cradled Cesare's body even after his minions had dragged the woman away.

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Claudine sniffled, swatting away another spider.

Cesare had been the only one their father had ever really loved but he'd never asked to be and it was because of that, that Claudine would never hold it against him. 

She wondered if one day Cesare would be just a faint memory like her mother was—she'd been only seven when he died, after all. 

She hoped that she wouldn't forget him. Not like the isle had.

She hoped she wouldn't forget any of her brothers.

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Cornel had taught Claudine how to dance and sing. 

Had spun her around like a princess and had snuck her to the top of the bell tower so she could finally see the stars that their father denied her the opportunity to see when he refused to allow her to leave the house other than when she wasn't running errands. 

He'd put himself in-between her and their father on more than one occasion. 

And now his body was two weeks cold, and their father had killed him. 

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Claudine tried to forgive her father for what he'd done. Tried to honor her father the way she'd always been taught.

But it was hard when all she saw when she looked at him was the man who had cruelly beaten her poor brother who had never raised a hand to anyone to death in the street. As if he wasn't his child. 

What happened to love thy neighbor?

To thou shall not kill ?

How was whatever sin she apparently committed worse than what her father had done? Why was she the one locked in the closet instead of her father?

Why was she the one locked in the dark with creepy crawlies and blisters on her fingers while her father roamed around doing who knows what?

Why was her father still alive when her mother, Cesare, Cornel, and Cyriacus were all dead because of him in some way?

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Cyriacus was like her mother in more ways than any one had ever expected. 

That was more than apparent when he tried to jump off the bell tower with her as her mother had done seven years before. 

And just like with her mother, Claudine had managed to escape the fate they had planned for her. But unlike before, she wasn't being shielded from the bloody scene by a shaken Cesare with an oblivious Cyriacus demanding answers and a green around the gills looking Cornel trying to wiggle out of trying to wiggle out of his grasp. 

No, this time the red head was left to stand at the top of the tower alone (save for her rats) and free to stare down at the broken and bloody body that had once been her brother in horror as much as she liked. 

Claudine could still remember just how numb she had felt that night, as she thought about how her brother had tried to kill her. Just like her mother had. 

The same brother who had always whispered warnings to her through the locked door of his room, trying desperately to help her avoid whatever horrid punishment he'd witnessed their father put her through in the future. 

The same brother who had given her the courage to approach the rats the first time and the same brother who painted her pictures���. Was the one who tried to kill her. 

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Claudine should have hated Cyriacus for what he'd tried to do. 

But she didn't. 

Not when she knew that her brother was scared of what their father would do to them. How could he not when Cornel had been murdered by the man the week before? 

It didn't make it right but it was far more understandable than anything their father had ever done. 

More understandable than every bruise, every burn, every welt their father had given them. 

Cyriacus had been desperate. 

And he'd tried to kill her so he wouldn't be leaving her behind to fend for herself. 

Maybe Claudine should have let him. Maybe things would have been better for her. 

Claudine glared at the door and hugged her knees. 

At the very least she wouldn't have been stuck in this stupid closet. 

Wouldn't be stuck at her father's mercy by herself. 

But she was. 

And it was her own fault.

For the first time in her life, Claudine Frollo was alone and that mere fact on its own was enough to scare her. But knowing that heaven couldn't help her now? 

That made things all the more scarier.

Because if heaven couldn't help her now, who could?

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I had to find new picrews for Rosie's horns, which means enjoy some new Claudine picrews

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Part 2 of my Descendants Face Claim

Ally of Wonderland as Emma Myers. I feel like Emma, especially as Enid, has the exact same vibe as Ally from Descendants Wicked World, and they look very much alike

Claudine Frollo as Saoirse-Monica Jackson. She is cute, I think it fits her

Zevon as Gavin Leatherwood. I'm not sure he is older than Yzla, but in my mind he is

Yzla as Camila Mendes. My baby

Hadie as Raphael Alejandro. He is not a carbon copy of Dove, but I could see them being siblings, me and my sister are nothing alike, and we are the same blood. Now, imagine how cute he would be with blue hair 💙

Hermie Bing as Rowan Blanchard. Since she is one of the younger VKs, I choose pictures with a younger Rowan. She is adorable

Jordan as Begoña Vargas. She is so hot, I love her

Arabella as Maia Mitchell.

Li'l Shang as Harry Shum Jr. I love him, and I think it fits him (the mic is bc he is a rapper, obviously, lol)

Anthony Tremaine as Hunter Doohan. I know that Lady Tremaine is asian in the Descendants universe (so is Dizzy), but I love Anastasia as a red hair and really wanted someone with reddish hair, and he is just too cute

I still have some more, so I'll do a part 3 lol

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Harriet: This isn't your fault, Claudine. It's Ivy‘s 

Harriet: And CJ's. I blame her too 

Claudine: What did CJ do?

Harriet: I'm sure she did something

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Written for @descendantsworldbuilding for @descendantsgiftexchange ! Enjoy <3 AO3

"I don't think this is such a good idea."

Uma tramps up the hillside, the frosty grass crunching underneath her feet. The wind seems to get colder and colder as she and Harry traverse closer to the forest.

"We're just going on the edge," she calls back to her not-quite-officially-first-mate (after all, you need a ship to have a first mate, and all Uma has right now is Murphy's dinghy, which he uses every day but Tuesday to fish, so it's not much use). "And we'll get a bush."

Harry frowns. "But it was a tree on the TV," he says. "But okay. If you say so, captain."

The two slip and slide down the muddy hill, down to the creepy forest. Uma hasn't gone here before. She's explored every corner of the Isle, from Scar's "Pridelands" to every nook of the dock. Here it is a mystery.

But she's not here to explore--she's here to get a bush for a Christmas tree.

The Isle doesn't celebrate Christmas. Why would they? All that nonsense about being good and nice--Uma had thought it was hilarious. Nevertheless, commercials from Auradon played on the small TV at the Chip Shoppe. Both Uma and Harry had seen how Gil's eyes had lit up when he saw the decorated tree, complete with candles (fire hazard, Harry had pointed out, which was rich coming from a Hook of all people. But maybe he meant it like a good thing.) and glittery glass balls.

Since Gil is not-quite-but-technically-her-second-mate, Uma decided she would give Gil a Christmas tree. Or bush.

Uma takes the knife she smuggled from the kitchen and glances around, looking for an appropriately sized bush. The two children remain at the edge of the forest, unwilling to go much further.

"I heard Madam Mim lives down here," Harry says, picking up a stick and swinging it experimentally around.

"Uh-huh," Uma says.

"Come here, Harry, I found it," she says, pointing to a scraggly, thorny bush that was appropriately sized for them to carry around without looking too weird.

"That doesn't look like the tree we saw on TV."

"They don't grow here," Uma says. Indeed, the only trees that grew on the Isle were bare and black and thorny. They had once been green, the older kids always said. Uma never believed them.

"Not even the trees like us," Harry says.

"It's missing something," Harry says. They managed to lug the bush without getting too many thorns in their hands, and without Gil spotting them. It is meant to be a surprise, after all.

"Yeah, those glass balls," Uma says. Where could she find something similar...? Glass balls themselves wouldn't be here, on the Isle, but if she found colourful glass of some sort that she could string onto the prickly branches...

"And those candles!" Harry has that fire-loving look in his eye.

"No," Uma sighs. A thought strikes her. "Hey, Frollo has those fancy glass windows in his church, right?" The windows of the church itself are boarded up, but Uma is fairly the old bastard has some fancy glass somewhere. Harriet says he does, she remembers when he hadn't boarded up the windows, and Uma doubts he would've gotten rid of them entirely.

Harry glances at her. "I'll get the bat," he says, immediately catching onto what she's suggesting. The bat, of course, being the weapon of choice when going anywhere near Frollo.

.

.

Uma and Harry, who is now armed with a bat he had to wrestle away from CJ, walk towards the church, which is really just a stone building with a fancy entrance. The only reason why Frollo hasn't been ransacked is because of his stupid guards who hunt down anyone and anything. Loyal like dogs, is what Ursula had said. Was being loyal like a dog a bad thing? Well, Frollo's guards were a nuisance anyway.

They walk through the streets of the Isle, the wind still cold and nipping at their bare hands and faces. Luckily for Uma, she won't have to deal with Mal, because Frollo's church is just bordering on Mad Maddy's territory, and Mal has made an enemy of the Mim, so Uma is safe--as safe as she can be, that is. Mad Maddy and Uma are on decent terms, but Uma doesn't trust Maddy as far as she can throw her.

"No guards today," Harry says happily, when the stone church comes into view.

"Good," Uma says. Guards would have just been an obstacle to overcome, but she wouldn't have let them stop her. She is determined to get this for Gil.

Harry stands guard while Uma climbs up onto the window ledge and kicks down the wooden boards, rotting and poorly placed. Almost like a child put them up. Oh well, all the better for Uma, it just means it's easier for her to get through.

She lifts Harry into the empty, musty church, immediately muffling a sneeze. It is completely empty, devoid of life. There's one pew--either because there weren't enough when Frollo initially claimed this building as his or he just expects everyone to stand--and some sort of table up at the front, with a little cross nailed onto the wall, and a door leading to another part of the building. Uma doesn't see any stained glass here.

"What do we do if we don't find any?"

"I bet the Tremaines have some," Uma says in response. And if not the Tremaines, then Ginny Gothel. And if not her, then...Uma could figure something out. Maybe she could dye some pieces of fabric. It didn't matter, she would make this tree for Gil.

They head down the hallway, peering into the rooms for these stained glass windows. There's a room with a cot--does Frollo sleep here? Uma wishes she had brought some rotting fish--and a room filled with--

Stained glass windows!

Uma gestures Harry over and they head into the room, Harry swinging around his bat to smash them into decent sized chunks. They're harder to smash than they look, and it takes them a good few minutes to get the pieces into a decent size.

"Uma?"

Uma kicks aside some boring shards of yellow glass and looks up at Harry. "What?" she asks. Harry simply points, and Uma turns, and there's a girl dressed in a drab grey dress, dark eyes comically wide as she witnesses Uma and Harry destroying the glass. Uma and the girl look at each other for a few seconds, Uma wondering if she'll ever start talking.

The girl clears her throat, and summons a righteous look of anger on her face. "Why are you desecrating the art of this church?" she demands, her voice hoarse. Uma tilts her head.

"We're celebrating Christmas," she says haughtily, fully aware she has been caught at the scene of her crime by who Uma assumes is Frollo's child. She pities the woman who had to bear this kid, and put up with Frollo of all people, who is definitely worse than ninety percent of the Isle.

The girl sputters. "By destroying things?!" she demands. "By destroying the visage of the blessed saints?!"

"We're decorating our tree," Harry says, holding up a bag with multicolored glass shards.

The two begin to stroll out casually, their mission complete. Uma steals a glance at the girl, who's mouth is opening and closing like a dying fish, following after them, like a scolding schoolteacher.

Finally, she gathers her words. "The tree isn't--that's not Christmas! Christmas is about our Lord and Saviour Jesus--"

Uma and Harry close the heavy wooden door to the church, cutting of the girl's voice.

"That was weird," Harry says.

"Yeah," Uma agrees. "Next stop, the Tremaines."

"...Hey, Uma," Harry says. "Who's Jesus?"

Uma shrugs. Probably someone from Auradon.

.

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The Tremaines are closed, but Uma doesn't care and marches straight in. Harry is slightly reluctant to go in, perhaps worried he might see his sister and Anthony...ahem, passionately intertwined. But the only ones there are Diana and Dizzy Tremaine.

"Can't you all read the sign?" Diana asks, not glancing up from the mess of craft materials she and her sister have dragged out.

"No," Harry says. "I'm illiterate." He drops the bag of glass onto the table. "Can you make some ornaments out of these?"

"Where'd you get this?" Diana opens the bag and peers inside. She whistles in surprise. "You got your hands on some stained glass. Is the barge in town or something?"

"No," Uma shakes her head. The barge won't come until the spring, she knows. They already received their autumn-winter garbage drop off. "We got this from Frollo."

"He gave it to you?" Diana blinks. "He must have been in a really good mood. Christmas spirit, maybe."

"No, we stole them," Uma says, narrowing her eyes. As if she'd ever make a deal with Frollo. "Can you make them into ornaments or not?"

"What's in it for me?" Diana crosses her arms. Dizzy is still completely absorbed in gluing together two pieces of gold chains. Harry is eyeing the pile next to her, perhaps an idea brewing.

In the end, Diana takes all the green and purple coloured bits of glass, citing she wants them for earrings, which leaves the two pirates with the red, the white, and the blue. It's fine, but Uma wishes she still had the green. It is, after all, supposed to be a Christmas tree, and green is a Christmas colour. At least Diana did a good job of smoothing down the edges of the glass so that Uma doesn't cut her fingers every time she handles them.

And, just as Uma thought, Harry bartered with Dizzy to get some of those gold chains to string around the bush. It wasn't a fair deal, but hey, Dizzy is four, she would be fine.

Having secured the decorations, their next stop is Big Murphy's dinghy (which is Uma's on Tuesdays), where the teen is getting ready to go fish before it gets too cold. "Hey, Murphy," Uma says. "Can we get some fishing twine?"

Murphy peers at them, then the stuff they're holding in their hands, and then back to them. "Why?" he asks suspiciously.

"Why do you want to know?" Harry says.

Murphy raises an eyebrow. "I don't know, you look like you're up to no good."

"We're," Uma glances around, searching for Gil. She can't see him, but she lowers her voice anyway. "We're making a Christmas tree for Gil. We need the twine to hang up the decorations."

Murphy doesn't look very convinced, so Uma decides she'll throw in a deal to sweeten it.

"If you give us one roll of twine," Uma says. "You get free meals at the Shoppe for a week." Ursula would make her do double shifts for a month for this deal, but it would definitely be worth it.

Murphy blinks at her sudden generosity. "Three meals a day?"

"One."

"Two," Murphy counters.

"Deal."

He hands over the twine. "Have fun," he says.

"Ursula's gonna kill you for that deal," Harry say.

"Yeah, and?" Uma retorts. "Let's go decorate the tree."