I worked all week trying to plot this one out. I hope it turned out okay.


Chapter 7: Collateral Defect

"And above all things, never think that you're not good enough yourself. A man should never think that. My belief is that in life people will take you at your own reckoning." –Isaac Asimov-


"Tell me who you really are!" She screamed into the unexpressive face of the girl, "You're more than just an unawaken witch!"

"Maka, calm down!" Soul pulled on Maka's arm.

"Leave me alone Soul!" Maka smacked his hand away, turning back to Ophelia, "Who are you? I demand you to tell me! Or you'll face the consequences!" She threatening grasped onto the black long sleeve top and slung back her arm ready to fight. "Are you a spy? A threat to the DWMA?"

Silver eyes uninterestingly observed into fierce green, sighing, she grabbed around Maka's wrist. "Let go." Ophelia was not asking, she was ordering her to.

Not the one to back down, Maka said through gritting teeth, "No! What are you going to do? Kill me?"

"Maka, seriously, calm down, and back away slowly. You don't know how hard she punches, trust me." Death the Kid intervened. He knew what it felt like getting one punch from the girl. And he didn't want to experience it again. Trying to help his friend from being punched in the face, she was too stubborn to listen.

"Shut up!" Maka screamed. Her fist flew through the air, striking Ophelia on the right cheek. Breathing heavily from anger she looked to see her damage.

Ophelia felt the fist collide with her right cheek. Unfazed by the fist, her gazed bore into Maka's eyes. "Are you finish?"

"No!" Maka began throwing punches and kicking. The blonde was furious. She didn't trust Ophelia. Something about the grim girl screamed danger. Lethal. Hazardous. Not wanting to interrogate anymore, she continued her assaults.

Instead of dodging the angry girl's attacks, she block each one with her left arm. Her right arm was in her pocket of her baggy cargo pants. Each step she took was nothing more than just walking backwards. Black*Star began to interfere.

"Bitch!"

The ninja began punching, kicking, he did everything to take her down. Moving at a steady pace, he had close punches, close kicks. His attacks were so close.

"Damn! Hold Still!" He yelled frustrated.

"Anger is one letter short of danger, but the greatest remedy for anger is delay," Ophelia pushed away Black*Star's fist and slightly tilted her head as Maka's fist grazed her hair. Crouching low she spun with a leg out, knocking down Maka as she hit her head on the hardwood floor. Black*Star leapt up and attempted to attack from above, only to have a black boot to his head, shoving him face first into the floor. Both were groaning.

"Gah! You're both foolish!" Kid grumbled shaking his head. "You two have a serious deathwish!"

_xXxXxX_

Allison was recommended to participate in the EAT class. Her abilities exceeded pass her classmates and is now being tested. She couldn't help but stare at the screw that the professor would sporadically turn and the way he would mumble about dissection. It sent shivers down her spine. She looked out the backseat window of the vehicle, curiously watching the landscape rapidly change from ever altering sand dunes to eerie property.

The trees were crooked and the earth looked damp and sad. It troubled Allison's usual positive attitude, she sighed.

"Don't worry, we're almost there. The other student will meet us there as well." Professor Stein looked into the rearview mirror, his dull green eyes lazy.

She smiled and nodded. There is supposed to be another student there, but for supplementary class. The vehicle slowed to a stop in front of large grim gates. Above the gates there were large letters made of steel. "Death Cemetery"

"What are we doing here!?" She hugged the black plastic bags tightly and pulled on her hood and yanked on the strings. Both of them walked through the cemetery for almost ten minutes, it was getting creepier and creepier with each passing gravestone. Some headstones dated back as far as the 17th century.

'Am I supposed to dig up a body for Professor Stein? Oh nooo!' She gasped, "I think I just saw a ghost!"

"Regrettably I'm not a ghost," A monotone voice walked into view, "Good morning Professor Stein." Her silver eyes looked over to the girl in the red hoodie, "Morning Allison."

"Oh, Good Morning Ophelia!" Allison beamed. Happy to see a familiar face, she skipped up to the gloomy girl. "Are you here for the supplementary class?"

She nodded.

"Alright, now that everyone is present, we can make out way to our actual destination." Professor Stein exhaled cigarette smoke. "Lets goooo." He wickedly smile and continued walking.

Allison had a nervous expression and reluctantly continued walking. Ophelia shrugged and followed. They've been walking for twenty minutes and still yet to make it to their destination.

"Hey, Ophelia, good job fighting with Black*Star and Maka, both of them needed to find their place." Laughing like a maniac the silver haired professor recalled yesterday in the school infirmary. Black*Star had a broken bloody nose and Maka had a minor concussion, "What did you do to cause so much damage?"

"You've heard that old saying?" She spoke dully, "Anyone who angers you conquers you"

"And you conquered them victoriously." Stein smiled at Ophelia, "No one is capable of taking down those two. Black*Star is too vicious, and who isn't afraid of Maka? Besides me!"

"Professor, are we almost there?" Allison asked. She began to cling onto Ophelia who was unfazed by the eeriness of the boneyard.

"Actually we are here~!" Professor Stein turned around and fixed his glasses. "Now your assignments!" He lite another cigarette. "A couple days ago, some crazy teenagers came here and decided to throw a little gathering," Trash littered the area. Empty bottles, paper, food trays, etc. "So both of your assignments is to clean it up!"

"Uuuuh, Okay!" Allison pulled out her large plastic bag and shook it violently while trying to put on her rubber gloves, "Let's get started!"

Ophelia unfolded her plastic bag and put on purple rubber gloves. "We only have two trash bags, Professor."

"Hmmm, I can see that there is more garbage here and would require few more garbage bags." He turned the giant screw, "I'll get more from the car. You two can pick up while I'm gone."

"Yes sir!" Allison saluted him and skipped off to pick up mysterious substances from a headstone.

_xXxXxXx_

"Professor Stein has been gone quite a while!" Allison tied the top of the garbage bag that was beyond full capacity.

"Its only been forty minutes. And this is a huge graveyard. About twenty miles in width and fifteen in length. We're only near the perimeter."

"Holy cheese! Is that how big this place is!?"

The two overly stuffed trash bags were placed next to each other. Allison began examining the headstones. They were cracks and crumbling through the hundreds of years being there. Most of the names were unreadable but maintained its grim exquisiteness.

"Do you wonder about these people?" Allison asked serenely, "I wonder if they died from natural causes or killed by someone."

"Well…" Ophelia thought carefully of what to say, "I think they lived a life that could've ended in many possible ways. But at least who ever buried them had the decency to give them a proper burial and gravestone."

"Do you think their death was, um, painful?" She ran a finger down the head stone, "I'm quite sure death is very painful. Or what the cause of death. Like a horrible injury or a terrible sickness."

"Even if you have suffered the most fatal of injuries or terminal illness, I think the only thing painful about death is probably leaving behind the ones you love." Ophelia muttered.

Allison gazed up at the girl, she saw a glimpse of grief in her silver eyes. "I'm sad that my grandpa died. He helped me discover what kind of person I'm destined to be. Greatest person in the whole…universe," Her brown eyes glittered, a slight smile appeared, "He was a weapon, but it skipped my father, and I inherited the genes. My grandpa taught me everything, from riding a bike and how to color inside the lines! I want to be as strong and intelligent like him." Her smile was sad but happy with memories. "I wish he didn't have to die."

"Your grandfather must've had a very peaceful death knowing his granddaughter is growing up strong and admire deeply in his ways." Her hand patted Allison's head. "He found the enjoyment in life and made peace with his passing. You were taught by someone of understanding and its quiet obvious how much influence your grandfather had on you."

"You speak like an old woman!" Allison wailed rubbing her teary eyes with red sleeves, "You said something an old person would say!"

"Old woman?"

"Yes! You clearly have experienced so much grief!"

Ophelia placed her hands on her hips and sighed. "Come on, Professor Stein should be back any minute. At least pretend to be working."

"Okay!" She shot up now smiling widely. "Do you think Crona would want to get ice cream when we get back?"

"I suppose, if she's not busy then it would be-" Ophelia stopped talking.

"What!?"

"Hush, I sense something, unusual," Ophelia's silver eyes scanned the area.

"We're in a cemetery! Of course it's unusual," Allison teetered on the small heels of her shoes, "This place is still….. Kyahhhhhhh! I heard something move below me!"

The wet earth began to move as large mounds of dirt rose. Reaching up from beneath skeletal and decomposing limbs scratched at the humid air. Soon bodies crawled, collapsing the soil into their caskets. The corpses were groaning incoherently as they clawed themselves out and staggering to stand.

"ZOMBIIIIIIIEEEEES!" Allison screeched as she wrapped herself around Ophelia. "They're scarier than that dreadlock zombie! MEEEEEHHHHHH!"

Opehlia's silver eyes scanned the area, the number of corpses rose as each grave was unearthed. It was not possible for a Necromancer to summon this many cadavers at once. Only one type of witch was capable of rising the dead in large numbers, she was quiet a rare witch.

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh GOD!"

Allison began kicking frantically at the limbs that grasped at her bare legs. One pulled her down and she landed in the dirt. Her arm transformed into a polished blade and she began to slice through the heads of the re-animated. Ophelia easily decapitated the bodies, surprisingly they regenerated. Their heads were snapped back on and continued groaning closer. Decomposing skeletal hands reached out pulling on the silver eyed girl's clothes. A flash of silver sliced the bodies down, Allison smiled at her.

"This is really scary!" Allison smiled as she tried not to have a heart attack. The brown haired girl's blade made sure the corpses never rose again.

"The corpses you take down stay down. I think it is because you are a demon weapon," Ophelia kicked away some reaching corpses, "My attacks won't work, they keep putting themselves back together."

Professor Stein came running up to the girls, "What did you two do while I was gone?"

"Pick up trash..." Allison answered, "Bwah! Get away! Don't touch me!" A corpse leaned onto the small girl. Professor Stein used his soul menace to kill it. "Thanks Professor."

All three began defending themselves from the re-animated corpses, but soon found themselves back to back. Surrounded by the dead, Professor Stein looked for a safe way out. Nothing, there were no exits, in the wall of rotting corpses.

"Professor," Ophelia spoke, she sounded strangely calm in this situation, "This is work of a Doll Witch," She shoved a body away, "Doll Witchcraft is stronger than Necromancy and is a rare type of ability. Whoever possesses this power can revive the dead."

"I've heard of Doll Witchcraft, but I never got to see it first-hand. But now, I'm impressed of the witch who is capable. I can't sense the witch's soul anywhere." Professor Stein smiled wickedly, "Tell me, does this witchcraft descend from the necromancer?"

"No, Necromancers are a much weaker version of a lost craft called Voodoo," She pushed back a corpse, "Doll Witchcraft is slightly stronger than Necromancy though."

"Interesting," He fixed his glasses. His soul menace suddenly could not destroy the walking creatures, as they rose again. "Hmmm, this is going to be a problem," He tried again, "I think the witch is around here somewhere. But I cannot sense her witch soul anywhere."

"So we're basically dead, right?" Allison whined.

"Unless," He turned the screw on top of his head, then lit a cigarette, "Can you two match wavelengths? It would be a lot faster and easier."

"Yes can try! Come on!" She zipped up her red hoodie and put on her hoodie, "Ready?"

Ophelia nodded.

Allison closed her eyes and concentrated. Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling her body began to dissolve into tiny specks of light and take form. Ophelia's gloved hand reached and pulled out a sickle like spear with a long silver staff. Allison's goofy smile appeared one of the three blades that stuck out.

"This is awesome! What do I look like!?"

Ophelia rose an eyebrow but her expression still neutral, "Um, a Kamayari. It's a rather deadly weapon if in the right hands."

"Am I in the right hands?"

Ophelia rapidly spun the weapon slashed through several on coming corpses. None rose again. Swarms began to close them in, but spinning the blade was enough to send a wave of bodies squarely down.

"What a frightening combination you two make. Perfect partners I'd say." Professor Stein grinned widely.

Suddenly the massive cluster of corpses ceased their onslaught and scuttled away.

"What's going on?" Allison's spoke, "And why do I sound like I'm talking with water in my mouth?"

Professor Stein held his hand up, signaling for them both to stay quiet, "She's coming, I can sense her soul." Dropping his cigarette he calmly stared out into the grimness of the graveyard. "Let me handle thi-"

"Professor?" Ophelia arched an eyebrow. Professor Stein seemed to be frozen in place. Strings appeared to be attached to his limbs and joints then suddenly faded. With closer inspection she saw Stein trying to move, small flinching and heavy breathing were heard from him.

"Meh!" Allison's weapon form trembled in the meister's firm grip, "What do we do?"

"Hush, she's here." Ophelia mumbled, her silver eyes stared deeply into the now foggy boneyard.

A very tall and slender woman appeared through the fog. Her skin was pale white but her hair was inky black and cut straight with straight bangs framing her narrow face. Eyes pale blue almost white pierced through her thick hair. A long white robe that dipped low, right above her belly button hung loosely on her skeletal frame.

"Hello," Her voice was motherly and melodic, "What a lovely day." Powder blue eyes shimmered in the dank grave as they set on the trio, "Who are the both of you? The man and the weapon."

Neither spoke. Professor Stein was still a statue and was incapable of speaking. Allison felt a horrible chill while looking into the woman's cold eyes and suddenly too afraid to speak.

She sighed and closed her eyes looking displeased, "My dear, why do you associate yourself with such rude people? Especially with the witch murders of that horrific school."

Ophelia stared at the woman. Firmly gripping the silver staff, she pointed the glistening blade at the Doll Witch.

"I almost forgot, you don't talk much, I do apologized, you do not need to answer my questions," She sweetly smiled, "Pointing sharp objects at your superiors is awfully rude though. Didn't you father teach you better than that?" Now mocking, she rose her hand and moved her fingers.

Stein's body began to move into impossible positions, looking broken. A scalpel was pulled from his white stitched coat and his body turned around and swung around the sharp medical blade violently. He did everything in his power to stop himself from harming the girls, but he was being manipulated by the Doll Witch. His dull green eyes twitched with irritation when he noticed his soul wavelength was counterbalanced. He was powerless to this witch.

"She's using him like a puppet!" Allison yelled, her reflection appeared on the blade, "We can't hurt the Professor!"

Ophelia easily dodged the sharp blade and moved a safe distance. "I cannot use my spell book. If I do then my spells will most likely kill him." Kneeling down on the dark damp soil she set down Allison. Placing her hands in front of her, she exhaled. A red translucent dome formed around the pair. Stein leapt at them but the red barrier prevented him from slicing through.

"Meeehhhhh!" Allison transformed, pulling on the strings of her hood, her head was encased, like it was her form of security.

'Shit, I can't control my movements' His body was not working with him at all. Everything he tried worked against him, he could only hear his own thoughts. 'My soul wavelength is not responding.'

"How lovely, a little shield." The melodic voice scoffed, "Sadly it won't give you much protection. Your magic is weaker again mine."

Standing up Ophelia blankly stared at the Doll Witch. "Stay here, don't leave until I say so."

"What are-"

Before Allison could finish, the grim girl shot out of the barrier and toward the string-puppet Professor. She ducked the shining blade and turned landing a kick behind his knees and swiftly kicked his jaw, launching him into the air. Grabbing a handful of damp dirt she flung it into the air and momentarily caught sight of the strings that were used to manipulate the Professor. A glowing violet disk appeared in her right hand. Letting the glowing disk go like a boomerang it sliced through the invisible strings, causing the Professor to land hard on the ground.

"Impressive move, but unfortunately you missed one." The Doll Witch's porcelain white face displayed mockery.

Attached to the Professor a thin black line appeared then faded. Professor Stein was still under her control. Two more scalpels were pulled out as he raced up to Ophelia. Each one sliced through open air, missing their mark.

"Why are you so calm?" The Doll Witch asked. She was watching the young girl before her make no facial expressions. Even while facing the craziest man alive, she was unfazed that he was being manipulated and trying to kill her. "You're still a very strange girl. Hmm?"

What surprised the Doll Witch was that the girl was able to pin down the manipulated man. She tried to raise him with the thread but he remained dormant.

"This is going to sting….A lot." Ophelia had one knee on top of Professor Stein's chest and her foot balanced on the damp soil. His dull green eyes looking into her silver irises, for a moment he thought he saw a glimpse of a murky abyss in those eyes. "Rigor Mortis," Her snake companion slithered out of her black, patched, coat sleeve licking the air, "Stature him for now. And don't kill him."

The snake compiled and sunk its fangs into the Professor's neck. He stiffened like a board. Slowly Rigor Mortis coiled around the Professor and dragging him to the red barrier where Allison sat.

"Oh so cute!" She squealed once the snake uncoiled itself from the man. Amazed by the serpent she allowed it to wrap around her.

"What a beautiful pet. It seems that you taught it some tricks." The Doll Witch slightly chuckled. Calmly walking over to the young girl, she ran her pale hand through tangled hair. Powder blue eyes gazed at the girl, her long fingers ghosted over Ophelia's face, "My, so many scars. Your marks are everywhere, even in your young soul. It makes you hideous." She leaned closer, "You're a very strong girl, these scars tell the story. But why should all that strength be concealed by ugly?" Upon further examination the witch noticed that Ophelia stood like a soldier, back sturdy and stern faced. That type of unsullied posture kept the witch from reading the young one. "If you remember that promise, it still stands. I can erase all those scars, all that ugly, and help you forget the ones who made them. You can save those two from a painful bereavement" Her voice full of deceit, she gently held the girl's shoulders. "My fragrant flower, do you want your little weapon friend to end up like your previous?"

Ophelia made no attempt to answer the inane witch. The vile words that were being said scrambled through her mind but were pushed away. Standing calmly she waited for further banter.

"My dear," The Doll Witch stood up straighter, she was like a disappointed mother, "If you don't want to do this willingly then I can just make you into a puppet." She shrugged, "Mind as well."

Beautiful nails lengthened and sharpened like razors, the tips glowed pale blue. Silence filled the air. Silver irises stared deeply into powder blue, waiting for the other to strike. In a flash the Doll Witch was in front of Ophelia. Quickly ducking she managed to dodge the poisoned tipped nails and roll to a crouched position behind the witch. Slicing through the air the witch became irritated that she could not hit her target.

"You're fast, as expected," She smiled motherly, "But its been a while right?"

"You've become slow, Lilian." Finally speaking, Ophelia took the opening and landed a fist to the Doll Witch's abdomen. "I thought you were better than that."

The witched laughed like a mad woman. "Your father has taught you well! Very well! All that training and hard work never did go to waste!"

Allison watched with wide brown eyes. In awe, she felt like she was at a ballet or watching the waltz. There was a form of measure between the two, like they've done this before and can predict the other's next move. The Doll Witch moved with poise and stance, her long limbs moved flawlessly. Ophelia moved with grace and flowed with the movements. Their dance was impeccable. "Beautiful."

Finding another opening Ophelia punched the witch's abdomen again, causing the pale woman to hunch over coughing. A heavy boot contacted to porcelain face, bruising blue. She spat blood and staggered back.

"Why are you holding back?" She wiped the blood from her lips, "You're usually much more violent. I don't see why you want to be so lethargic." Mockingly she gasped, "Did your father enforce a new rule for you? My, you're so submissive to that senseless old man. You'll end up dead, just like your-"

Ophelia grasped the woman's skinny neck, silver eyes flashed. Powder blue eyes stared, now trembling into the eyes of her foe, widening in horror, regretting what she said moments earlier. The gloved hand squeezed tightly, the woman began squirming and uselessly scratching the air. Knees gave out, the only support the woman had was from the limb that clasped on her throat.

Allison was surprised by the sudden move. She swore Ophelia was ten feet away from the witch, but then suddenly choking her. Professor Stein could only witness from the corner of his right eye. He noted that Ophelia and the Doll Witch knew each other. His body twitch as he tried to move.

She weakly latched onto the black sleeve of the young girl with a pleading look. She did not want to die from asphyxiation in the tainted graveyard. She felt the gloved hand slowly relax. Collapsing on the damp dirt gasping noisily for air and holding her neck, she curled up, dirtying her white robe and pale skin.

"Can you repeat what you said earlier? I could not hear you over the pleasing sound a lady choking." Ophelia spoke boringly with a hint of mockery.

The witch looked from behind her straight bangs. The girl who stood before her was seen as something different. More than just an unawaken witch.

"Only a hint of emotion from you. Its surprising that you changed so much," The Doll Witch's body dispersed into cold snow fall and fluttered away. "T'was a pleasure to see you again, Miss Ophelia."

"Algor Mortis?" Ophelia looked at her companion that slunk from her sleeve. "Do you think I should've just kill her?"

Her companion wound around her neck and whispered into her ear.

"Hey! Ophelia! You okay!?" Allison ran up behind Ophelia, Rigor Mortis wrapped around her body loosely, "I think we need to get Professor back!"

Her silver eyes looked over to the paralyzed man. Nodding, Ophelia turned to face the weapon.

_xXxXxXx_

Professor Stein stood in the Death Room with two other teachers. Sid and Spirit. Lord Death listened deeply to the Mad Meister's observation from yesterday's incident.

"There is something strange about this girl. It seemed she knew the Doll Witch quiet well but hesitated to kill her. Is there anything you should be telling us?"

"Hmmm? What an assignment, do you think young weapon Allison has the capability to attend in EAT?"

"Lord Death, you're getting off topic!" Spirit sighed, "Listen, that girl attacked my Maka yesterday! She was injured! I do not like it when my baby girl gets hurt! And by a witch? That's passing the line!"

"Hmmm, yes, there is something strange about her." Sid rubbed his chin thinking, "Back when I was alive, I always remembered every full name of each student, and I still do. But this girl, she did not write her last name in the application?"

"Oh, she did! But its confidential now!" Shinigami clapped his blocky hands together, "You three are very skeptical of this girl! She had a hard past and wishes for no one to know if it! So I promised I would keep all of it a secret! Does that clear up anything?"

"NO!" Spirit yelled out, "I don't think she should be wandering around the academy beating up people! Just because she had a crappy past doesn-"

SHINIGAMI CHOP

"Does anyone else want to speak?"

Silence.

"Alrighty!" Shinigami bounced happily, "Stein, can you send the two girls in now? I'm sure they're bored waiting out there."

_xXxXxXx_

"Hiiiiii!" Allison skipped up to the podium.

"Hiya!" Shinigami bounced happily. "Whats up, whats up?"

"They skyyyyyyy!" Allison raised her arms and did a quick spin.

"Wonderful!"

"Hello Shinigami."

"Hiya young meister Ophelia!" He waved at the unenthusiastic girl, "Both of you had one heck of a day yesterday! Professor Stein filled me in on the details! Amazing that you were able to put up against a dominant witch, you're going to be an amazing witch!"

"Thank you sir."

"Allsion! Guess what!?"

"My shoes are untied again, aren't they?" Allison looked at her black Chuck Taylors. Her white shoelaces were untied.

"Yes, they are!"

"Uh, Shinigami, Is it possible to be partnered with a NOT student?" Ophelia asked. Allison was tying her shoes.

"Hmm? Depends on how compatible you both are!" He tilted his head, "Did you both link souls well?"

"Yes! We did!" Allison gleefully spoke, "It was amazing!"

"Great! Since Allison is transferring to EAT, she can be your partner!"

Allison was quiet, her brown eyes widened. Suddenly squealing she began twirling, "Yay! We get to be partners! And we get to hang out! And go on mission! And eat more ice cream! And, and!... I'm so happy!"

"Look at her go!" Shinigami watched the energetic girl get dizzy then falling on her butt. "Now that's over, Allison, you don't mind I talk to your new partner alone?"

"I'm going to tell my aunt!" She ran out talking loudly.

"Ophelia."

"Hmm?"

"Do you know who the Doll Witch is?" Lord Death tilted his head curiously.

"Yes, I do. She's been a rival of mine for a long time."

"And I want to ask you about the Necronomicon. Do you have the second copy of that book?"

"The Necronomicon was passed down to me from my grandfather. He entrusted me to the book, knowing the dangers that came with it. The book helps with my abilities, but even without it I can perform simple magic."

"Okay, now back to the Doll Witch! Do you know the woman's name? You know these types of witches are very rare."

"Doll Witch Lilian."

"Witch Lilian? As in Lilian Chione? The daughter of the nymph Callirrhoe?" Shinigami sounded shock, "Wow, I didn't know her rebellious daughter resurrected! I thought that witch dies one hundred years ago!"

"Unfortunately not sir. Not only a manipulator but also possesses snow magic."

"Well, now I have to add another witch to my list." Shinigami mumbled, "Uh, you may leave now! See ya later!"

After the girl left Lord Death wandered back into his own thoughts. The Doll Witch. Once known as the Snow Witch over a hundred years ago has revived. It was not good news. Medusa is still at large, waiting and plotting. Even though the DWMA has possession of the Snake Witch's daughter and hound, it most likely won't stop her from further attacks. Now there is the Doll Witch, just as dangerous as Medusa. He kept his hopes high that both witches won't ally together. Then there's the unawaken witch Ophelia. Shinigami himself was unsure of what kind of Witch she would be. He had to lie to the teachers earlier, only to give them some sort of calm. He didn't know the young girl's full background. Only her last name and who her father was. The father of Ophelia made sure that everything of his daughter was confidential, Lord Death was kept in the dark. But trusting his instincts, he was sure the girl won't cause too much harm. That's if the other student's would back down.


Holy crap! This one is much longer than the others! I hope you all liked this! I worked hard on this one.

Chione-Greek- Daughter of Callirrhoe. Chione was transformed into a snow cloud. (There are a few other 'chiones' in Greek mythology but this one stood out more to me. Or maybe because I like clouds, I duuno)

What did you think of Maka's and Black*Star's attitude at the beginning? Was it too OOC? And what did you think of the Doll Witch? What else can I put? Any way I can make this better? Do I need to make any approvements?

Please Review or PM if you have any questions or just want to be random.

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.