Felix was an unfortunate bastard.

Born a VK, the son of Doctor Facilier, he'd spent part of his life on the Isle. And everyone knew what the Isle was like.

Now he was standing at Auradon Prep, about to start an actual school year in an actual school.

It still didn't feel real.

He could've used the opportunity to act like a normal student. Make friends. Blend in.

Instead, he kept walking up to strangers, offering tarot readings before dramatically revealing a card with a grinning skeleton on it.

So far, he'd successfully scared away three people.

One girl had actually screamed.

Naturally, he took that as encouragement.

Which was why you became his next target.

"Want a tarot reading?"

He didn't even give you the chance to answer before his hands were already shuffling the worn deck with practiced ease. He knew exactly which card he'd pull.

The Death card.

With a flourish, he slipped it from the deck and held it between two fingers, a smug grin spreading across his face as he waited for the inevitable gasp.