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Bystanders looked on as Maleficent and Aurora shouted it out in the registration line. Apparently, Aurora had called Maleficent a witch, and it seemed that the dark fairy was not pleased about that. It soon escalated from a passive-aggressive flinging of half-baked insults to a full-fledged cat fight.
“How would you feel if you’d been left out of the biggest party of the season?” Maleficent shouted towards Aurora, her skin bright green with rage.
“Dude! I missed sixteen years’ worth of parties because of you!” the princess replied, rolling up the sleeves of her gown. The crowd hissed at that burn, obviously taking Aurora’s side at the moment.
“What, you think you can take me on?” Maleficent taunted, “I have a magic staff, I can turn into a dragon. What can you do? Take a really long nap?”.
Prince Phillip jumped in between the two ladies before Aurora could chuck her tiara straight towards the dark fairy’s face.
“Ladies, we agreed. No fighting, no drama, just a fun Con. You both promised,” he said.
His voice while calm, held just a hint of a threat to it. Sometimes, going to Cons with his girlfriend and her best friend made him feel less like a prince and more like a wrangler.
Of course, both Aurora and Maleficent immediately shot contemptuous glances at him, then sniffed and turned their backs on the prince, walking off together to pick up their badges. Phillip sighed and took off his cap, rubbing his head. It was going to be a long five days.