Donna Beneviento would be sitting down on the surprisingly comfortable red fabric chair, reading a book and Bela Dimitrescu would decide to…annoy Donna, like she would usually do…and most of the time Donna would be unfazed, Bela grabbed the book and handed it to you B: “ It was them not me!” Bela blamed it on you D: “Just…give me my book back-“ Donna said lifting her black veil up a bit, the side that the Cadou mold didn’t infect, and Bela poked Donna’s black hair which was is a bun