"No, it isn't," Mal said, coming down a side hall, arms full of lacy pale pink blankets that did not at all go with her black and purple punk vibe. "This is Auradon Prep. Just... not at it's preppiest." She winced. "Please tell me those words did not actually come out of my mouth"

That was the sort of thing that used to lead to her being sure she didn't belong here. Now it made her think. And cringe.