Truly Twisted (Floyd Leech x OC)

Ophelia and Grim returned to Scarabia daily. It annoyed Jamil, and that was why Ophelia didn't argue with Grim about overstaying their welcome. Jamil had nearly killed her. Why should she hide from him in drafty Ramshackle or dreary Octavinelle when she was so warmly welcomed in Scarabia?

New Years came and went and students started coming back to campus. She was actually happy to see all those familiar faces that she hadn't seen in what felt like years.

"Heya, Ophelia. Happy New Year!" Ace greeted.

She grinned as she hugged him, "Hey, Ace!" She hugged Deuce as well, "And Deuce! Happy New Year!"

Deuce smiled, "I see you guys all the time, but it feels like it's been years, for some reason."

Grim laughed smugly, "Clearly you missed me over the break."

"Oi. Don't stand around blocking traffic," Jack scolded them.

She smiled at Jack, "Hey, Jack!"

He blinked as he stared down at her. Leaning down, he sniffed her hair then stepped back, shocked, "It really is you, Ophelia! You look different!"

"I got a little sun over the break," she said with a grin.

"You're lookin' pretty tan, yourself, Jack. What'd you do?"

He looked at his hands, "Do I? I spent most of my holidays skiing, so it might be from that."

"Huh, so it snows a lot where you're from?" Ace asked.

"What's skiing?" Grim asked as he tried to walk between everyone. "I wanna try it!"

"Grim, stop trotting around underfoot!" Deuce scolded, nearly kicking the cat. He stepped to the side, slamming into another student.

"Oh, hey, Epel," Ophelia greeted the lavender haired student.

"Whoops, sorry about that! You okay?" Deuce asked.

Ophelia frowned as tears started to swell in Epel's eyes.

"Wh-whoa! Y-you're...crying?!" Deuce panicked.

"Profeeessooor! Deuce is bullying a kid from another class and making him cry!" Ace mocked.

"That's not funny, Ace!" Deuce snapped. He gently placed his hand on Epel's shoulder, "Did I hurt you that badly? I am SO sorry. Here, lean on my shoulder. I'll get you to the nurse's office."

Ophelia's jaw dropped as soon as she heard Epel mutter, "Dagnabbit..."

Deuce hesitated, "Huh? Dag-what...?"

The lavender haired student paled then ran off. Ophelia frowned as she watched him go. That wasn't very Epel-like.

"Aaand he's gone," Ace said.

"He's in my class. If I remember right, he's from Pomfiore Dorm," Jack said. "His name's Epel Felmier."

"Epel from Pomefiore..." Deuce mused.

"Don't bother going to Pomefiore to apologize. Just wait until you get a moment alone," Ophelia advised.

"Huh? Why's that?" Deuce asked.

"When that whole Spelldrive thing was going on, Grim and I talked to some Pomefiore students. They immediately challenged us to a duel. You'd get eaten alive."

When Ophelia entered Crewel's class, she knew from his look that he knew about her overblot. "Ms. Darcy, you are to report to the Headmage's office this instant."

"Yes, sir," she sighed as she left.

In the Headmage's office was Azul, Kalim, Jamil, and Professor Trein.