I am not Akira Amano, so KHR is not mine

Scott Yver, better known to the world as Verde, the second coming of Da Vinci, looked down the list of student scores, ignoring the other occupants of the room, most of whom were quietly studying the others. Lots of 3's, not surprising that, most of them weren't putting their complete effort into it. He blinked. Why did she not get a 5? He stared suspiciously at the scores. Did she fall asleep half-way through or something? Because that's the only reason why this reasonable.

The door opened, drawing Verde's attention to the purple-haired biker walking into the room. Well, speak of the devil and she shall appear indeed! Verde chuckled silently as he leaned back in his chair and twirled a pencil in his fingers, watching Hela de Mort stroll in way over her head, thumbs hooked into her pockets and shoulders back. A smirk graced the eighteen year-old's face, and her pale blue eyes, amethyst-looking if you didn't know their true color, shone mischievously. Challenge not lest ye be challenged, oh Skull of Death.

The others watched Hela's entrance as well with mixed approval and disbelief. René, one of the best mathematics lecturers Verde had ever had the pleasure of listening to, pushed his fedora up with a finger, an eyebrow raised slightly. The military woman who reminded him far too much of the school's First Sergeant, Lal Mirch, stared at the approaching graduate. Verde smirked at the calculation he could see in her eyes. Careful, choose your moment to pounce well, make sure she doesn't get up again lest she come back twice as deadly. The hooded figure, who had sat down and claimed the name Viper as their own, merely paused for a moment in their counting before continuing to flick through the wad of bills in their hand. Fon, Verde could respect a martial artist of his caliber, ran his fingers down his jaw as Hela sat down in the empty seat between him and Viper.

"Who are you?" René asked, gunmetal black eyes alight with curiosity. Ah, Schrodinger, I believe I have found what happened to your cat. Don't worry, I'll take good care of him for you.

Hela grinned and opened her mouth to answer, leaning back in the chair with her arms crossed over her chest. "The better question is why didn't you make a 5 on the chemistry test?" Verde cut in, twirling his pen again. Lal's eyes switched from his student to him.

Hela opened and closed her mouth, raising a finger into the air.

Verde leaned forward and rested his chin in his hands, and Fon hid his silent laughter behind his sleeve.

"So this is one of your students?" René said. He smirked and leaned back slightly, the alertness of the hunt vanishing. "Doesn't seem like much."

Hela regained her composure. "First of all, fuck you," she said to René.

"Language!"

Hela gave Verde a side glare before focusing on René once more. "I wasn't expecting to see him here. Second of all," she turned to Verde, leaning her elbow on the table and pointing her finger at him, "what did I make then?"

"You don't know?" Verde drawled.

"No! I don't get access 'til Friday because Collegeboard hates us!" Hela's hand opened with the widening of her eyes.

Verde straightened in his seat, folding his hands on the table in front of him. "Well, you didn't get a 5, oh Skull of Deaths."

Hela's bitch face was as subtle as ever, which was to say not at all.

"Myu, so your name's Skull?" Viper set down their wad of bills and began counting another stack that they pulled out of their cloak. How much cash do you have?

"Hai," Hela said, eyes never leaving Verde who raised an eyebrow in return. "Je m'appelle Skull de Mort. What happened to your hair?"

"Sciency things."

"Helpful that."

A black-haired woman with a large poofy white hat came into the room with a tray of cookies. "Would anyone like a cookie?" She asked, walking around the table. Most of them denied the cookies; Verde took a few and nodded his head towards the woman.

"What I want is to know what I made on my AP chem test," Hela said as the woman offered her a cookie. The woman chuckled and placed a cookie in front of Verde's flustered former student. She patted Hela on the shoulder, drawing Hela's attention to her as she leaned away with a light glare. "No. I do not know you. You do not touch me."

"My apologies." The woman walked back to the head of the table and sat down in the chair there. "My name is Luce, Donna of the Giglio Nero."

Verde watched Hela as he nibbled on Luce's cookies. Not bad, not as good as Samoas though. He wiped his hands together, dislodging a few stray crumbs. Hela's eyebrows creased together for a moment before her eyes widened, and she glanced around the table warily. Never let it be said that Hela de Mort is stupid.

"Mafia," Hela said slowly. "I came here for a last hurrah before adulting, and I get wrapped up in the mafia." Her eyes landed back on Luce and stayed there.

"You're a civilian?!" Lal's voice rose. Is that horror I see in your eyes?

Hela, being Hela, slowly dragged her eyes to meet the Lal's burgundy ones. "No, not at all. What gave it away? Me being more concerned about an American test than, oh I don't know, being shot in the back? Civilian, me? Psh, don't be ridiculous."

Verde steepled his fingers. On one hand, she is in a room of the best the Mafia has to offer and is being herself. On the other hand, she is a Slytherin.

Hela continued to stare at Lal with her eyebrows raised and a thin smile on her face.

"Now, there's no need for that," Fon said, holding a hand up. "Skull is right. He was hardly being subtle about walking into this meeting." Hela smirked. "However," Hela looked at Fon with wide eyes and shifted so that she on the edge of her chair, "that doesn't mean your sass was necessary, young one."

"Yessir." Hela glanced over at Lal. "Sorry, First Sergeant."

Lal grunted and folded her arms over her chest. "Secondo Capo Scelto, but close enough." She looked away from the younger woman, focusing instead on the newest member of the table.

Verde grinned from behind his steepled hands, and Hela sent him a glare.

Luce clapped her hands together, drawing the rest of their gazes towards her. "Now, is there anything else before we begin?"

"Yeah, what's my score?" Hela straightened in her seat, shooting Fon one last wary glance.

"Not a 5."

"Really?" You could write a book just on the faces she makes.

"Sass not lest ye be sassed."

AN: There are about three different versions of this, but this is the one I'm happiest with. As for Lal's rank, she honestly comes off as a First Sergeant to me, so I converted that into the Italian Navy rank because apparently COMSUBIN is the Italian equivalent to the Navy Seals.