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"𝓃ℴ, 𝒾 𝓌ℴ𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁ℯ, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓌 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓂𝓎 𝓉ℯℯ𝓉𝒽"
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Ophelia's weekend was quiet. Reasonably quiet considering after what had occurred at one in themorning on Friday in the Preserve. The hybrid had been pleasantly surprised to find that neither Scott, Stiles, nor the Sheriff had paid her a visit due to the events that had gone down. She realised that not being called into the station meant that Jackson had made the smart decision and kept his mouth shut. Or he didn't, and instead just simply kept her out of it, resulting in the two boys to be on the receiving end of it.
Although from what she had gathered off Stiles' personality, she was surprised to find he hadn't dug through sale records to find the location of her house. Not that she was complaining of course.
Come Monday, the girl dragged herself out of the confines of her home and hopped in her car to drive to the high school. After all, she had a meeting with the Devil; not the literal one, but he might as well have his name changed to it. Ophelia is dreading sitting down opposite Gerard Argent, and to put it simply, she's also strongly contemplating whether to kill him in the principal's office on school grounds.
The minute the tires of her car stop spinning, the hybrid loudly groans when a teenager jumps in front of her car, with a very, very large scowl on his face. She grabs her bag and swings it over her shoulder as she slams the driver's door shut. "You look positively thrilled this morning. Had a good sleep?"
