𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐘 ✯ damon salvatore

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AS ELENA WAS INVITING STEFAN IN THE Salvatore home, Ophelia laughed at Damon, who was still not invited in yet. The view of him not being allowed in his own home was hilarious to Ophelia.

"Wait, wait, Elena, don't invite him in yet. This is too funny. Let me enjoy this. " Damon playfully rolled his eyes as Ophelia couldn't stop laughing.

"What are we, twelve?"

"One of us is."

" If I let you in, do you promise to obey the owner of this house?" Elena said.

"No." Ophelia gave Damon a serious look.

"Seriously, Damon. My way. You promised. I call the shots. No lies, no secret agendas. Remember?" Damon looked at Ophelia and she nodded her head slightly, making him sigh in defeat.

"Yes, Elena, sure."

"Then please come on in", Ophelia poked his arm repeatedly when Damon walked inside, messing with him, but he slapped her hand away.

Elena, Bonnie, and Ophelia were backing back backpacks, earning confused looks from the Salvatore brothers.

"Wait, where are you going?" Stefan asked, curious at where the girls were going.

"To school."

"No, no, no. We didn't create a safe house for you to leave it." Ophelia sighed slightly as Elena was trying to convince the brothers that they were not prisoners and would rather be having fun at school.

"Don't worry, okay? If Klaus shows his face, we can take him. Plus, we have Bonnie too." Ophelia tried to reassure the brothers that they will be okay alone. Eventually, they gave in told Ophelia that she should drive to school.

Luckily they made it to school alive.

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Ophelia sat down at her desk, plopping in it, ready to start off the day with her favorite class. History.

Perhaps she was biased since her teacher was pretty much family, but in general, Ophelia enjoyed history and where everything came from.

Elena turned to Ophelia and Bonnie, holding the decade's dance poster and they all nodded their heads in excitement.

"Hello, class. What are we learning today?"