Truly Twisted (Floyd Leech x OC)

Crewel sighed, "That takes care of our guests. And now that they're gone, I want an explanation for your misbehavior, Leech."

Floyd glared at the professor, "Excuse me? I resent that. I ain't done nothin' wrong."

"We kept warning them to stop taking pictures with their selfie sticks, and they just kept ignoring us," Azul explained. "Swinging those around in a cramped room is just asking to hit something - or worse, someONE. Very dangerous, wouldn't you agree? We were making our best effort to protect our valuable equipment and the visitors both."

"Then when Floyd got upset, they jeered and started taking pictures of him to post online," Jade continued. "When someone is trying to seriously warn you of something, when is flash photography ever an appropriate response?"

Crewel agreed, "You make valid points, but-"

Two Octavinelle students approached, interrupting the professor. "Excuse me, um...Professor? I just want to say that Floyd was very courteous and restrained the whole time he was dealing with those rude visitors."

"For sure. Since this is Halloween, and we all worked hard to prepare for it, he was being extraordinarily patient. In fact, I've never seen Floyd act so mild-mannered before! I seriously wondered if he and Jade had switched clothes or something."

"Seriously. And they STILL wouldn't listen to him or Ophelia."

"There, see?! They were the ones actin' up, not me," Floyd said. "Even after they knocked over a chemical storage shelf with their sticks, they just laughed about it and didn't bother apologizin'."

"They did WHAT?!" Crewel yelled.

"I caught most of them and got them back on the shelf, but they might be out of order," Ophelia said sheepishly.

Crewel looked at the chemicals on the floor and sighed, "All those valuable chemicals, ruined..." He whirled on the students, "You CURS! Why didn't you eject those Magicam Monsters sooner?!"

"Oh, make up your mind, Professor Beakfish! You were just tellin' me not to do that," Floyd told him.

"QUIET! What you were doing was instigating a fight. I'm not saying to HARM the visitors. I'm saying to be a guard dog. This is a storage place for valuable items. I will tolerate no further carelessness here! Management committee members must prevent all Magicam Monster discourtesies AND fights with students! It's all against the rules."

"Yes, Professor. We will do as you ask," Azul agreed.

Floyd crossed his arms over his chest, "If Shrimpy gets hit again, all bets are off."

"WHAT?!" Crewel exclaimed.

"I'm fine," Ophelia told him.

Crewel huffed, "Darcy, you are one more incident away from getting put in a doghouse."

She frowned, "It's not my fault."

"Stay here until your concert. We don't need any other incidents with you."

"Yes, sir," Ophelia grumbled.

"More incidents?" Azul asked when Crewel left. "It's been less than an hour. How much trouble are you capable of causing in under an hour?!"

Ophelia glanced at Floyd then looked at Azul. She told the story of what happened with the Magicam Monsters in the trees.

"They thought the scars were fake?" Azul shook his head, "I guess not everyone saw the Spelldrive tournament. They'd know those scars have a terrible story."

She smiled, "They thought I'd be insulted, but I'm not. It's part of who I am." Looking at her hand, she ran her fingers over the scars the thorns had left, "A story I won't soon forget."