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Ben couldn't help but feel uneasy about the way the atmosphere in the room seemed to shift whenever he paused. The conversation dwindled, and lunch lay unfinished on the table. Jane, with a hint of distraction, had removed the grapes from her plate and was now engrossed in drawing intricate spirals in the condensation on her water glass. Audrey, seated nearby, was meticulously redoing her braid for the third time, her fingers deftly weaving the strands. On the floor, Lonnie sat cross-legged, clutching her sandwich, and gently nudging Chad each time he precariously leaned his chair back. Aziz, leaning casually against the bookshelf, occupied himself by flipping a shiny gold coin through his fingers, the coin catching the light with each turn.
Despite their nonchalance, Ben could sense the weight of the decision he was about to announce. He glanced over at Chad, who had been unusually quiet all morning, perhaps lost in thought. Chad met Ben’s gaze briefly, offering a subtle nod of encouragement to proceed, before averting his eyes once more.
With a deep breath, Ben unfurled the parchment in his hands. "So, I've written something," he began, his voice unexpectedly softer than he had planned. "And... I want you all to hear it first."
This statement seemed to capture their attention, drawing their focus toward him.
"It’s official," Ben continued, trying to maintain a steady tone. "I’m opening the bridge to the Isle. Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay—those are the names I’ve been given—they're being offered a chance to come to Auradon Prep."
An expectant silence descended upon the group, each member processing the implications of his words.
Aziz let out a low whistle, breaking the quiet. "Well. That’s going to shake things up."
Audrey's lips twitched with a hint of skepticism. "You think?"
"I’m not asking for a debate," Ben firmly stated, his voice carrying a note of earnestness. "I’m asking for your support. I know what people will say. But this is important."
Jane looked up from her glass, a question lingering in her eyes. "I don't know Ben…?"
"They're kids," Ben replied simply but with conviction. "And they deserve a chance."
Lonnie was the first to express her support, nodding in agreement. "If we’re not the kind of kingdom that believes in second chances, then what are we?"
Chad, having listened intently, spoke up with a steady yet cautious voice. "I’m not opposed. Just... don’t expect everyone to be happy about it."
Audrey folded her arms more tightly across her chest. "I’m not happy. But I won’t stop it, either."
Aziz, ever the pragmatist, tossed the coin into the air, catching it with a practiced hand. "Well, if nothing else... it won’t be dull."
Ben released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "Thanks. I appreciate it."
Chad leaned back in his chair once more, a playful grin on his face. "You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re stressed."
Ben rolled his eyes in mock annoyance. "Shut up."
Gradually, the room began to revert to its usual pace, the weight of the moment absorbed but not forgotten. The proclamation lay on the desk amidst the remnants of half-eaten lunches and scattered open notebooks, serving as a reminder that the next chapter of their story had already begun.
Journals were a thing in Auradon. Not because anyone expected them to be read, but because the habit was a formality, a polite fiction that everything could be orderly and safe and reflected upon at the end of every day. In the week between Ben’s announcement and the VKs’ arrival, the castle bristled with preparations. News had traveled fast; the tutors gossiped, the stewards made backhanded jokes about extra silverware, and the Queen herself requested “one last sweep of all accessible royal spaces, but let’s do it subtly, hmm?”
Ben found himself swimming through logistics. There were meetings to attend, security teams to reassure, and endless food tastings (because if the new kids didn’t like roast pheasant, that was apparently his fault). Schedules were drawn and redrawn. By Thursday, Ben was seeing seating charts in his dreams.