Oh, Ophelia | C. De Vil

Twenty four; The boys' dorm room

MAL'S plan wasn't exactly what one would call "Great". In fact, it had a lot of flaws. After all, what if, by following her plan, Lucy and Gerald brough Adam to the school and they get put in prison?

But, apparently, Yzla was the only one who thought so, as everyone else had loved the plan. Harriette had even sneaked off at the middle of the night to tell Junior about it, so he could tell the rest of the boys.

Harriette had gave the girls a mini-heart attack by not coming back for an hour.

But Yzla had better things to worry about than Harriette's love life.

Meanwhile, in the boys' dorm, Harry was trying not to laugh at Jay's now-short hair.

Zevon tsk-ed before going back to reading one of the books Gerald had left them. The book was 'Matilda' written by Roald Dahl.

Gerald had thought reading the books would make the boy's feel more terrible and metaphorically torture them, but they had worked out a strategy.

Zevon, the bookworm, would read all the books and tell the boy's what the concept was and some quotes. It helped, as whenever Gerald questioned them, they all got the answers right.

Junior was with a sleeping Gil, patting his head softly.

"Karma's a b*tch, eh Jay?" Harry laughed - no cackled - before getting shushed by Junior.

"Hook!" Gerald yelled from outside the door. "Attitude!"

Harry rolled his eyes.

Carlos walked over to Zevon and sat next to him.

"So," He said awkwardly. Zevon looked up from the book. "Matilda? Isn't it for kids?"

"Gerald left it here. I don't get to choose what I read." Zevon shrugged.

"Right." Carlos cleared his throat, looking away.

Junior got up from Gil's bed. "He has a fever." He frowned.

"We have to tell Gerald. You know that right?"

Junior shook his head. "I know, Carlos. But Gerald probably won't do anything."

Junior went up to a guard, who asked him something, and the two walked away in the direction of Gerald's office.

Zevon turned back to look at Harry and Jay, who were back to bickering.

He rolled his eyes, cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, kind of similar to Gerald's, "Boys!"

Jay and Harry jumped in fright. Carlos snickered. "That was not funny, Zevon!" Jay said.

"You're right," Zevon said, smirking slightly. "It's hilarious."

"How did you sound so much like Gerald though?" Harry asked.

The four boys went quiet. Zevon was terrible at mimicry so how did he sound so much like Gerald?

"I don't know," He shrugged.

The question was soon forgotten as Harry and Jay played more pranks on each other.