“I was saying—about the VK program—I was thinking we should bring as many kids as possible to Auradon Prep,” she told him.

“Wouldn’t that be too many?” said Ben, spinning her around.

“What’s too many?” she asked, trying not to feel dizzy.

Ben shrugged as his hands drifted back to her waist for the next step. “It’s a delicate situation. We need to handle it correctly.”

Merryweather tapped them with her wand. “Ben, chin up! Mal, please don’t hold your skirt that way.”

They adjusted accordingly. “I just wish we could bring them all over,” said Mal, as they picked up the dance again.

“I know. I do too,” said Ben. “Honestly, I didn’t realize the impact of my decision on the kids who weren’t originally chosen. I didn’t know they took it so personally—like Uma.”

Mal made a face. “There’s only one Uma,” she said.

“I don’t think Auradon can handle more than one,” he said mildly.

“I agree,” said Mal, as Ben twirled her around. “So, how many, then? How many kids will be accepted into the program?”

Ben whispered, “Name a number.”

“Ten!”

“Two,” he replied teasingly.

She snorted. “Six.”

“Three.”

“Four,” said Mal as she curtsied to him at the end of the waltz.

“Done,” said Ben, bowing low with a smile.

“Exactly!” said Merryweather as the music ended with a flourish.

Four more villain kids. It was hardly everyone, but it was a start. She smiled at Ben. “Perfect.”

“Oh!” Merryweather clasped her hands together. “You are both lovely dancers!”

ay knew that graduating from Auradon Preparatory School was no small feat. And over the years he’d discovered the school offered an array of traditions for its graduating seniors to celebrate the achievement. There was the Senior Tea, presided over by a beaming Mrs. Potts. There was the Senior Ball, rivaling official royal balls in pomp and majesty. There was the Senior Crown Ceremony, where first-years placed golden crowns on the seniors’ heads. There was Senior Ditch Day, when everyone left class and spent a day at the water park in Triton’s Bay. (Jay had practically stuffed himself full of Scuttle’s churros!) There was even an upcoming class trip to the Enchanted Wood and a fancy Senior Dinner two weeks before the last day of school.

No one ever made a big deal of anything back on the Isle of

the Lost. Once you graduated from Dragon Hall, they kicked you out the door. (Literally.) In comparison, senior year at Auradon Prep seemed like one big celebration. The school did its best to make everyone’s last year special and more memorable, and Jay found he was enjoying every minute of it.

But there was one tradition that had absolutely nothing to do with the administration, and if Fairy Godmother ever caught wind of it, she might wave her wand in annoyance and end the entire practice. So every senior kept quiet about it.

This tradition was called the Senior Quest. (Also known as the Senior Scavenger Hunt, but traditionalists liked to call it by its formal name.)

Ben had spent one afternoon at tourney practice filling Jay in on all the details. All participating seniors met at the tourney field at twilight to get the list of objects and tasks. Whoever completed the quest first would go down in Auradon Prep history—and win a trophy, along with a hundred-dollar gift certificate for a meal at Ariel’s Grotto.

The Senior Quest was famous for its daring triumphs over the years: Genie had been made to grant three wishes; the statue of King Beast had been stolen from the commons and placed on the roof; the sword had been pulled from the stone. Even more shrouded in legend were its winners: Prince Charming was said to have charmed his way through it. Prince Philip had slain a dragon (an illusion crafted by Merlin, of course). Princess Merida had shot the highest arrow up in the sky. A student named Wendy was famous for bringing back pixie dust from Never Land. But one thing was certain: Only the best of the best were named champions.

Once Jay had heard about the quest, he couldn’t wait. He wanted his name in the history books. As well as that gift certificate—all the fish fingers he could eat!

When he arrived at the tourney field right at sunset—on his motorbike, no less—all the teams were already gathering. Aziz was at the wheel of his Magic Carpet, a tricked-out car with a superfast engine. Chad was on a white horse, alone. Evie and Doug were hanging out with six of Doug’s cousins, waiting for the game to start. Doug’s cousins were a fun bunch: Cheerful, Shy, Crabby, Snoozy, Doc the Second, and Gesundheit, who was called Gus for short. Crabby was annoyed he had to be on a team with Gus, who was always blowing his nose, but then, Crabby always lived up to his name. Evie was wishing them all good luck.

Jay didn’t see Mal and Ben anywhere, but he knew they wouldn’t miss this.

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