“Shit, stupid mortal knowledge!” Ophelia clamored as she struggled with the assignment for Geografairy, “HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THIS!!” She shouted before her eyes glowed and the mat holding two of the cheerleaders was pulled out from under them. Glancing around the room, her eyes found her target.
Faybelle Thorne, the sister of Rik or Erikson Thorne and the team’s current best flyer. She was also attending this class, at a different period but nonetheless, she knew more about this mumbo-jumbo then Ophelia could ever muster. Since the girl was already in the middle of a stunt, she flew up to meet her and shoved the paper in her face. “How. Do. I. Do. This?” She questioned, her tone urgent since she was missing valuable practice time that they couldn’t afford to be. “Your a fairy...kinda. You know all this bullshit right?” She inquired, flying closer so she was nose to nose.
The girl was pretty, she would give her that. Very pretty, but she Ophelia knew nothing good came from the Thorne siblings. It wasn’t their destinies that were intimidating since the goddess could give two flying fucks about that, it was their demeanor and power. Thankfully, she was on both of their good sides but she didn’t really desire to have an evil fairy come after her. It would pestering at worst. “Help me.” She ordered, her tone not sounding like she really needed guidance but she sure did. Ophelia was not accustomed to asking for help.
