SAD BEAUTIFUL TRAGIC| F.HARGREEVES

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Ophelia had lived at the umbrella academy since she was twenty-four, she was now forty-four. Her Grace and Pogo had stayed along with Sir Reginald Hargreeves though she didn't see him very much.

Most of the time, Ophelia was in her room painting. It was a hobby she'd taken up after Five left and had continued all her life. Her room was littered with completed and uncompleted canvases all showing different things.

She was painting the landscape from her window when a shriek made her drop a splatter of blue paint right in the middle just above Ben's statue.

She sighed in annoyance and just dropped it on the floor before fetching a new one. Once it was all set up, she decided to place her paintbrush in the water and go find the source of the scream.

Walking down the stairs, she collided with Grace almost sending her to the floor. "Hey mum are you okay?" Ophelia asked seeing her glitching.

"Of course I am honey, you should get to bed it's getting late" she smiled her sweet smile.

"but it's only three forty five- are you sure your okay mum?" Ophelia worried but Grace wasn't giving in.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Ophelia wasn't sure what it was but there was something off with her mothers words. Then Grace walked briskly away as if nothing had happened.

"Pogo?" She called out, "Pogo I think somethings wrong with mum when's the last time you had her checked out?" she shouted but had no answer.

She then found herself at the door to Reginald's study.

She hesitated for a moment before knocking harshly. She then didn't wait for an answer but opened the doors and what she found horrified her.

Reginald was laying on the floor pale as a ghost eyes open eerily. The sight made her gasp and hide behind the back of the door taking breaths in.

She then felt that familiar sensation in her stomach then her mouth filling with saliva. Before she knew it, she was running to the bathroom before throwing up her guts in disgust. 

"Pogo!" she shouted, "Mum!" her voice cracked making her cough again.

Grace appeared at the door with a smile "what's wrong honey?" she asked, "do you have a fever, do you want me to bake some cookies?" she didn't wait for an answer but simply turned on her heel and was whisked away to the kitchen.

Then Pogo poked his head round the door, "Ophelia dear you called?"

"It's, dad- he's dead" she choked out.

He stayed silent for a moment seemingly in deep thought "Well I see his time has finally come, I'm sorry you had to see that"

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked, "aren't you going to ask how or where or what?"

"Ophelia it's okay" he reassured, "It will all make sense in the long game"

"What long game?!"

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It was the next day and other members of the umbrella academy were showing up. Allison arrived first then Luther then Diego, Klaus and finally Vanya.

Ophelia had baked some cookies as Grace burnt her batch. She'd decorated them with skulls on it but much to her dismay the only person eating them was Klaus.

They were all sat in the living room around the coffee table discussing their dads death. "So- uh I guess we should get this started" Luther announced standing up.