"...you see, you and I are... sisters." Margo smiled warmly. "Well... half-sisters, but sist-"
"Ohhhhhh no!" Rhonda cut her off, throwing up her scaly hands and backing up slightly. "No no no no no! I'm not falling for that ooo-Rhonda-I'm-your-long-list-sibling garbage! Not again!" She cringed on remembering the last time somebody had tried to pull that, mostly as part of an effort to screw around with her best friend. It had ended with the latina stuck as a genie for two days - which, thanks to some odd time dialation inside the bottle, had felt more like a month to her. She wasn't eager to go through that ordeal yet again.
Her outburst seemed to throw the albino girl off for a moment, but she quickly recovered her composure and resumed speaking. "I understand it may come as a shock, but it's true." She stepped a bit closer, hands clasped together. "My mother, Lorraine Keischo, is yours as well. She-"
Once more Margo was stopped in her tracks. "No, no, don't tell me, let me guess!" She shouted in clear exasperation. "She had to send me off to hide me from some horrible evil, and now that evil is infesting the school and I have to go stop it and I'm actually a witch too and blah de blah blah cliche de blah blah!"
"...what?" Margo raised an eyebrow. "Of course not. That'd be absurd." Her plain and simple denial as she rolled her crimson eyes seemed to actually catch Rhonda off guard. Quite frankly, she had gotten used to these sort of grandiose and cliche things unraveling - not to mention it was September, and that was when shit always seemed to get kicked off.
"Uh.... oh." She blinked. "Well... okay... but... I'm like.... 99 percent sure I'm not adopted." Her parents surely would've told her if she was, right? They'd never hid that fact from her little brother after adopting him. She couldn't imagine they'd hide it from Rhonda if she was - and that wasn't even getting into how she was the spitting image of her mother.
There was a moment of silent consideration from Margo before she elaborated. "The man who raised you was indeed your father, and his wife an old friend of my mother. I imagine they didn't tell you the truth for the sake of keeping you safe..." The smile returned to Margo's face, with a dash of amusement. "Though it seems that you still wound up a mortal in a world of witches, didn't you?"
Rhonda's best effort to keep the surprise from being visible on her face was met with resounding failure. "How... what.... how did you...?"
"Oh, mother made it clear that it's why you were sent away." She shrugged slightly. "She had been afraid that an affair with a mortal man would lead to a mortal child - and she was right. The daughter of a witch with as many enemies as our mother, lacking even a spark of magical potential within her... you would've been in constant danger." The albino sighed. "I suppose that happened regardless, though."
A scaly hand reached up to rub Rhonda's temple. What the fuck was with this day? She was accustomed to all sorts of wild and crazy shit being dropped on her, sure... but it usually wasn't more than one or two insane things a week. This was a full month's worth all coming in a twenty-four hour period, and it was starting to make her head spin. "How the hell do you know all this?"
Margo shrugged. "Mother saw no reason to be dishonest with me. She even checked in on you every now and then, let us see how my cast-off sister was doing." Her head cocked off to one side. "She nearly intervened a few times, but your friend with the accent has done a splendid job of keeping you alive. And... getting you into trouble in the first place, but... take the good with the bad I suppose."
"Hey, I can get into trouble all on my own," Rhonda mumbled back. "So why are you bringing it up now, if you've been watching me on and off for so long?"
"Two reasons. One..." She sighed and gestured to Rhonda's wings. "You seem insistent on drawing attention to yourself - if you're going to keep that up, Sofia might need help keeping you from being hurt, or worse, expelled. Secondly, that girl you were fighting earlier-"
"What, is she related to me too, or some weird shit?"
"Hardly. Her family, the Stanhopes, has a long-standing grudge against our mother." She chuckled lightly. "I suppose it's why you're such natural enemies. If she found out who you were related to, then you would become a target for her entire clan, and not simply one spoiled brat of a teenager."
"Terrific." She reached up to rub her face. "That's all I needed, more reasons for her to hate me." If she actually even did hate Rhonda. At this point, she wasn't even sure anymore. So many years she'd spent thinking that prissy little snot was a simple girl, just a uncomplicated brat who hated her and Sofia because that's how brats were. Now everything had been tossed into question, and this little development was only making things even more confusing. "Do you have any other enormous revelations about my past to drop on me? Because I could really use a nap right now."
A sigh passed Margo's pale lips. "No, nothing else. I'd simply like you to realize that, if you get into trouble, I'll be willing to help you... but I'd prefer you didn't." She shook her head slightly. "Quite frankly, you shouldn't be anywhere near this school, considering your inability to provide for your own defence."
"Yeah, yeah, heard it from Sofia, thanks," she grumbled, turning to leave. She didn't even force out a goodbye to her alleged sister - quite frankly, she was still reluctant to believe Margo's story. If she had more energy, she would've investigated further, but this day had been pretty effective in draining her. As her tail dragged along on the floor behind her, all Rhonda could think about was falling down onto the bed in her room and getting some sleep, before the next day brought with it a new flurry of weird shit.