Chapter 21: Do You Believe in Magic

                                    

                                          
One more day of freedom before his mother came home. 
"It should have been all his life." James said under his breath with a sad looked on his face. 
Daphne put a comfort on her husband shoulder. 
Making a mental note after Anita talked with Cruella and their dogs kill her, she going to take her skeleton and turned it into a farm animal. 
She just having decided which one yet. 
Meanwhile Carlos friends had to wonder what the hell that meant....
Carlos surveyed his domain. Considering that it had been the headquarters of a rather epic party earlier in the week, it didn't look too bad. The Broomba had worked wonders. Then again, the place always was a bit of a wreck, so who would notice? 
"I think I know who, but I'm too mad to said that thing name."James said in a muttered, his eyes flashing. 
The iron knight who towered over the staircase was as solid as ever, the draperies just as heavy and dusty, the faded wallpaper and the holes in the walls leading just that ruined touch that other decorations on the island tried to copy, to no avail. 
"Wow that sounds bad." Emir said as Abigail glares at her son and daughter in law. 
Carlos was enjoying the rare, relative peace in his house 
"As one should." 
While everyone not on the isle was shocked. What did it mean by rare, relative peace in the house. 
when it was shattered by the sound of the front door knocker pounding so hard, he was sure its booming echo could be heard across the entire island. 
"Wow so really loud." 
He opened the door, then slammed it shut when he saw who was on his doorstep. "Go away, Mal—haven't you done enough?"he yelled from inside the house. 
"Ooh Pup has some bite in him."said Plutus with a chuckle. 
"Yep, but also bad move pup."said Zagreus with another chuckle. 
"Open up! It's important!" Jay demanded. 
"No!" 
It is rare for him to tell someone no, especially Mal and Evie, Jay not so much. 
"Carlos!" That was Evie's voice. "Something happened with that machine of yours the other night. Something big!" 
Wait—what? Evie had told them about his invention? But she had promised! He cracked open the door the tiniest bit so that only his left eye was showing. "You told them what happened?"he said accusingly. "I trusted you!" 
"Trusted is rare on the Isle."said Joyce."You have to earned a vk loyalty and trust." 
Evie pleaded, "Come on, open up! I brought you a pillow!" 
"That would get him to open up the door."
Carlos opened the door grudgingly. "Fine. You guys can come in. But don't even think of locking anyone in the closet this time, Mal!" He turned to Evie. "Is it made of goose down?" he asked excitedly. He hadn't really believed she would bring him one. 
Jane felt her heart break for her boyfriend. 
She only wished she know, she would have give him as many pillows he wanted. 
Little did Jane know that she wasn't the only one thinking that and that her heart wasn't the only one whose heart didn't break hearing Carlos being happy and getting his first pillow at thirteen.