Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-32987979-20181207020334/@comment-38104701-20190109045103

Ophelia sat in the corner of the room, playing with the ends of her sleeves and chewing the inside of her cheek. The cafeteria was remarkably loud, as students around her were chatting and giggling. Although, she supposed that wasn't too surprising. Ophelia glanced down at the book she was reading, and brushed a lock of mousy brown hair behind her ear. Ophelia Stilwell, reading? What a shock, she thought sarcastically. Her thoughts were interrupted when a girl beside her with a nasal voice started talking- no, YELLING to her friend.

So much for reading, Ophelia thought bitterly, as she scanned the cafeteria. There were a group of people in the center, a few of who she recognized, and at least one that she didn't.     It was odd that they caught her attention, but then again, it was sort of hard to NOT notice the chunks of bright dye in one of the girls' hair. They reminded her of Elion, and his blue hair. Unfortunately, the comparison brought up a few memories.

Wincing, she turned away, and slid out of her seat to talk to one of the younger students at her table. They had a fancy, elegant looking bracelet on, and she knew the younger ones were more gullible. With a few sly words to them that were sickeningly sweet, Ophelia reached in for a hug, and slipped the fancy jewelry from their wrist as she did so. The stupid 1st Level wouldn't be needing them anyway, she remarked mentally, sneaking off so that nobody would notice her.