"You wanted to see me, Fairy Godmother?" Mal asked, entering her office.

"Come in child," the plump woman remarked cheerfully. "Have a seat, and a cookie. I've heard that you all are partial to chocolate?"

"Mostly the boys," Mal quipped with a laugh, although that didn't stop her from polishing off three.

The woman watched her tenderly before speaking. "I wanted to formally thank you for what you did at King Ben's ceremony. Although, as you pointed out, you were partially responsible for instigating what Jane did," she stated, and Mal had to resist the urge to laugh when she waggled a scolding finger at her, "you helped things come to its natural and rightful conclusion, so, thank you. I'm glad you - and your friends - made the right decision."

"Thank you," Mal responded sincerely, ducking her head to hide her embarrassment. "We're not like our parents, and we shouldn't have to be."

"Indeed my child," she said, coming around the table before sitting on its edge. "I have a question for you Mal, a silly one really, but would you humour an old fairy?"

"Of course," Mal agreed, "what is it?"

"When you held the wand, my wand, what did you feel?"

Mal blinked, cocking her head curiously. "What did I…feel?"

"Did you feel anything at all?" she pressed, looking at her carefully, "an emotion, a feeling, anything?"

The purple haired witch thought for a moment. "I did," she responded slowly, "I felt...peace. As if I was at home, more so when I wasn't trying to decide if to run away with it," she said with a humorous laugh. "But that's all I really felt though, a peace and familiarity, as if the wand wouldn't hurt or do anything without me telling it to."

The older fairy, Mal saw, when she looked at her, had the strangest expression on her face. "What, have I said something wrong?" she asked.

That seemed to snap the woman out of her thoughts. She shook her head, laughed and stood. "Not at all, child," she reassured her, "what you said just intrigued me. In the years since that wand became mine, only five have held it. "You, your mother and Jane are three of those people. And you, it seems are the only one who have had such a...pleasant interaction."

"What have the others felt?" Mal asked, curious despite herself.

"You saw Jane's handling of it, yourself," she said dryly. "The wand rejected her immediately, more so when she actually tried to use it. Jane would have been hurt if the wand hadn't, on some level, felt the closeness of our blood and so, protected her from insanity. The wand, Mal, is not a hereditary right. It goes to whomever it feels is right to wield it."

"Mother held it," Mal recalled.

"And is not even an inch long now," the woman told her.

"You said she did it to herself."

"By touching the wand. It put a spell on her, a rather gradual one that she effected in the last moments of the battle. I have no clue what the spell the wand had cast would have done if things had gone differently, but the magic it imbued on her decided to use the power struggle between you two to its advantage and rendered her like that."

"Does that mean I'm cursed to?" Mal asked, pushing back in her chair, "is that what this is about?"

"Rest easy, child," she quickly reassured. "It is not. I am merely...curious. Humour an old fairy, won't you?"

Mal relaxed slightly. "For all I know it's just waiting to hex me," she said, gesturing to a closed closet.

Fairy Godmother eyed her carefully. "The wand is here?"

"Over there," Mal said, waving again in the closet's direction.

"Mal," she told her gently, "you do realise the door is closed."

Mal, only then, realised that fact. The woman rose and fetched the wand that was indeed in there, resting on a blue satin pillow with yellow tassels. She brought it over and resumed her former seat.

"How did I know that?" Mal inquired.

"How indeed," she said with a soft chuckled. She held it out, offering it to her.

Mal, hesitantly took it, twirling it in her hand even as that feeling of peace and warmth went through her again like a gentle caress. "It...looks different," she observed, turning it. "It's-"

"Mixed with lavender now," she finished. "It's been affected by you."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"No Mal," she hushed, "this is not a bad thing. It's just...a sign I suppose. Before that wand belonged to me, it was gold you know. It took about five years before it fully transitioned to what it is now."

"What does that mean?"

Fairy Godmother looked at her fondly. "I think you are starting to figure that out, child. I am surprised, admittedly, but Maleficent is a fairy after all, and you do carry her blood and thus the ability for magic. For the wand to be stained by you of all people is very intriguing, but alas, perhaps this is what our time needs?" She stood, caressing the wand briefly as she passed before continuing. "Ben means to change things, just like his father did, and if things continue on their current path, I do not doubt that you will stand by his side as it all happens, both as his queen and as his counsel."

Mal's breath hitched.

"Ah child," Fairy Godmother said, turning back to look at her, "you realise now what I'm saying."

"The wand...the wand is mine?"

She nodded, "It will be," she told her, "when your lavender has nearly overridden my ivory blue, it will be the time for me to hand it over to you."

Mal's hands closed around the wand and she stared at it in a new light. "How is this possible?" she asked.

"The wand chooses who it chooses," she said with a shrug. "You were born from the evilest of them all Mal. I think that that leaves you with the opportunity to be the best good fairy of them all since you have lived the alternative. I don't doubt that, like King Ben, you'll make sweeping changes when the time comes for me to hand that over to you, and like his father, I look forward to seeing what you will do when that time comes. I think Auradon will have a lot to learn from you, Mal," she finished, standing in front of the large window, and looking out into the world beyond it. "I wonder what you'll choose to do?"