IV. Alright, maybe that last spell hadn't gone... quite as planned. But then she was kind of... past planning and fully into panic. She'd never admit as much of course, but there it was. The newly blond girl with the purple tips to her hair had driven her very purple vespa right off the edge of a cliff, but the spell that was supposed to take her back to the Isle... Somehow landed her here instead. Without her Vespa. Or her bag. Or her mother. Also, irritatingly, without her spell book. Not that it would have done her much good on the Isle, mind...

But first things first. Where was she? The blond hair and soft makeup might have said Auradon Princess, but the hands on her hips, angle of her chin, and studded purple leather all warned that this was not someone the faint of heart would want to mess with. She might have been freaking out, but she was far too much her mother's daughter to let anyone see that.

Alright. First thing first. Figure out where she was. Because while this place looked more like Auradon than the Isle, it wasn't quite that either. No matter what that castle might make her think. Easy enough test. Even without the spellbook there were some spells she knew well enough by now to do on her own. So she picked the first person she saw and pointed a pale finger at them, not bothering to ask if they wanted her to do magic on them. Of it worked, she was in Auradon where an apology could fix everything anyway. If it didn't she was on the Isle and too bi a fish for anyone short of Shrimpy to pick a fight with.

So. Here went everything. "Beware, forswear, replace the old with new cool hair." She made the required gestures and...

"Well that didn't work," she muttered, her target more than half forgotten already as she turned over the implications.