"you make me go crazy handsome"

OPHELIA RELEASED A SMALL GROAN AS THE SOUND OF RUSTLING awoke her from her sleep. She got up, turning hazily to the perpetrator "Murph?" Said boy flushed as he met her tired brown eyes (wether it was from the unexpected nickname or the fact that when just woken up Ophelia looked less like a bitch and more...adorable.) Ophelia's mind finally came into focus as she realised this wasn't her tent, she hadn't even chosen one before she left on her little adventure.

Noticing her furrowed brows, the male delinquent decided to speak up "You were completely knocked out yesterday and well we didn't have anywhere to put you.. so I decided you can room with me." The girl laughed as she walked towards the younger boy who's cheeks had been dusted in bright red, unable to stop herself she grabbed them pulling on them playfully "I can't believe Elena said you were the big bad. You are clearly adorable."

Murphy grunted unhappily removing his cheeks from her hands (eliciting a small squeal from the witch.) he avoided her eyes and muttered "Bellamy wants you." She scoffed picking up the clothes that Murphy had laid down on her cot "Pretty boy can wait. I have to make a quick visit." The boy stood mentally arguing with himself for a minute (who was scarier?) before leaving to tell the self-proclaimed leader that she would need a few minutes (obviously the witch!)

The witch sighed running a hand over the outfit she had received, with no mirror she had hoped she still looked as hot as usual (she would have to ask John later if these jeans made her ass look flat.) eventually coming to terms that she was always hot, she slipped on the black combat boots and made her way to the dropship.

She smiled as she entered the room, totally ignorant to the tense atmosphere between Clarke and Wells, smiling brightly, she raised her hands and twirled dramatically "Your favourite witch bitch has arrived." Clarke and Wells were not amused while Monty (the kind soul) gave her a smile in return beckoning her to stand near him. The witch complied walking towards the Asian boy and slinging a lazy arm around him.

Clarke turned to her ex-best friend and asked him to hold the sickly teen down (her nurse instincts on full blast.). The witch raised an eyebrow as the blonde reached for her knife and hovered it over burning coal. The younger boy next to her sighed despondently unknowingly cuddling into her side "I'm not going to like this, am I?"

"You want your friend to live don't you?" The blonde responded back, reaching for her knife. Monty sighed again and removed himself from the witch's embrace and forcefully pulling them down to restrain his sickly friend. Ophelia watched with interest as Clarke began cutting the infected flash. She had never been to a hospital or even seen medicine being practiced besides on TV, her abuela has always insisted witches like them had no need for man-made things like that when they could heal themselves with a flick of their wrists (she could faintly hear her mother yelling that her and Elena were still human and abuela should stop spouting things like that.)

"Stop it! You're hurting him!" Ophelia couldn't help but agree with the younger Blake. When her abuela would heal someone (because let's be real, Ophelia would never help someone if she had nothing to gain for it.) her abuela would be one to get the side effects (the usual bloody nose, dizziness and possible death y'know?) and not the person they were trying to heal.

Clarke tried her best to reassure the brunette claiming she was helping him. Only for another voice to disagree "She can't." The dark skinned girl clicked her tongue as she moved towards the male "Tío, you're clearly lacking on positive vibes. Back off a little." She said, cheekily smacking his ass.

"We didn't drag him through miles of woods to let him die." Clarke responded, her glare intensified as she felt the vexation grow within her. The eldest Blake simply shook his head "Kid's a goner. If you can't see that, you're deluded.He's making people go crazy."

"You make me go crazy, handsome." The witch purred sending a wink to the freckled boy who simply looked away in disgust. Clarke rolled her eyes at the two, but even she couldn't help the small smile that overtook her lips, despite the current situation. While Octavia was openly laughing at her brothers obvious discomfort.

"Y'know Tinkerbell is right I don't think you can save him." The younger teens sent scandalised looks to the witch(Bellamy was too busy huffing over his new nickname.) upon noticing the looks Ophelia rolled her eyes "Calm your asses. Clarke can't save him but I can like literal witch in the building. I just need a few herbs and he should be fitter than Hugh Jackman."

Bellamy's nose flared up "He's been like this for three days. If he's not better by tomorrow." He hesitated slightly, his eyes meeting the witches sharp ones before glancing away quickly "I'll kill him myself."

"Boo not gonna lie here, you do be acting kinda ugly. I said I got this handled so relax on the murder kink." The man's face flushed bright red at her words but netherless he relaxed slightly "Anyway I came here to see where you were, I told Murphy to call for you ages ago. How would you like to go hunting with us?"

Ophelia smiled brightly ( concerning based on the topic.) and sent the male another wink "If it means I get to see that ass all day, I'm down."

Internally Bellamy groaned, he had a feeling this was going to be a long ass day.

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