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[Things weren't back to normal at the Academy, but, with the Mist currently beyond the horizon, it was probably as close to normal as they were ever going to get.
Aladdin was aware that he should have been pleased about that. At the moment, however, all he could think about was Jasmine. He needed to talk to her. Properly, without the Mist clouding their judgment and checking their words.
... so why was he hiding on the roof of Joe West instead of scouring the campus to find her?
Hands flexing in and out of fists, Aladdin found himself gazing up at the silvery moon and remembering the first carpet ride that they'd shared. It seemed like a long time ago now. Things had been difficult back then - he'd still been lying about who he was! - but, compared to the events of the last few weeks, fighting Jafar and freeing the Genie seemed relatively simple. At least his path had been clear back then.
He was frightened. (An unfamiliar emotion, but he managed to put a name to it eventually.) What if she'd meant what she'd said? What if he couldn't blame what had transpired on the Mozenrath or the Mist?
What if it really was over?
He sighed heavily. Then, without further preamble, he stepped off the roof.
From certain angles, it was impossible to tell that there was a magical carpet waiting to catch him.]
Aladdin was aware that he should have been pleased about that. At the moment, however, all he could think about was Jasmine. He needed to talk to her. Properly, without the Mist clouding their judgment and checking their words.
... so why was he hiding on the roof of Joe West instead of scouring the campus to find her?
Hands flexing in and out of fists, Aladdin found himself gazing up at the silvery moon and remembering the first carpet ride that they'd shared. It seemed like a long time ago now. Things had been difficult back then - he'd still been lying about who he was! - but, compared to the events of the last few weeks, fighting Jafar and freeing the Genie seemed relatively simple. At least his path had been clear back then.
He was frightened. (An unfamiliar emotion, but he managed to put a name to it eventually.) What if she'd meant what she'd said? What if he couldn't blame what had transpired on the Mozenrath or the Mist?
What if it really was over?
He sighed heavily. Then, without further preamble, he stepped off the roof.
From certain angles, it was impossible to tell that there was a magical carpet waiting to catch him.]