Mal and Emily
Oh, she was good. Using that moment to get back at Mal like that. She would have to give her that much. Timing was everything after all. "Mal," she offered, though not with a handshake or anything too cordial. That wasn't Mal at all. No hugs, either. That had been a shock when she had arrived at Auradon. Hugs didn't happen too often for Mal unless they were from Evie.
Huffing some more powder from her face, the momentary serious air that Mal had taken on disappeared. "Do you want to see something...wicked?" Eyes were bright with mischief as Mal took hold of Emily's hand. Hoping the girl wouldn't mind being towed about to a hiding spot, Mal pulled her spell book from within her jacket.
"There's got to be something in here to...create powder gollums or something."