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──── ' sherlock hargreeves, is that you? '──── [CH. XXIV] ✦ ˚
" i know you're fifty-eight years old, but i think it's time for you to grow up "
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OPHIRA COULD HEAR THE CHEERS OF THE CROWD from outside of the limousine they sat in. Alongside the hues of a band, welcoming The Umbrella Academy home. It seemed to be more of a nuisance, rather than an honour, to a younger Ophira. It would be their fourteenth in a few months. And all they wanted to do was retreat to their training suite for a few hours.
"Silence, children. We will be making an appearance to the public shortly. I expect you all to be on your best behaviour."
Everybody in the vehicle fell silent as the engine went quiet and motionless beneath them. Reginald was the first to exit before Ophira, who stood beside him. Shoulders pushed back, hands promptly intertwined in front of their small statue. It was second nature to them. Even as Ophira could hear the various roars of praise from the crowd, all they could do was smile.
"Look, oh, look! It's The Vampress!"
Ophira's shoe-clad feet thumped against the concrete ground as they trailed behind Reginald, walking past the crowd on their way to the academy. They raised their hand in a wave, which was enough to fuel the crowd, causing their praises to double tenfold.
