Ophelia Upwood

“But remember. Just because you don't believe in something doesn't mean it isn't real.”

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Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.

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Ophelia’s favourite thing to do in the morning; is writing aimlessly, with a mug of green tea. Sometimes she’ll draw images that pop into her head, because that’s the only way to get them out again.

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A Little Helping Hand || Ophelia & Charlie Start

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Satisfied that she was worth her word, Charlie nodded and decided they didn’t need to say anything more on the subject of honesty. In his experience, most people grabbed onto a second chance and made good use of it, so long as you gave ‘em enough room to make off with it. He was a big believer in letting the world run it’s course before casting any final judgments. 

“Do I even wanna know what sorta… potion?” Charlie’s mouth shaped the word carefully, like he wasn’t real sure if it was gonna bite him or not. There were plenty of eccentrics living in these parts, folk who were just a little different, but on the sliding scale of weirdness, Ophelia didn’t look like she’d even register much. Charlie wasn’t sure if she was just one of those harmless, alternative sorts who believed in faith healing and self-doctoring, or if she was a bit more.

Holding up a hand, he shook his head. “You know what? S’prob’ly best if you don’t tell me. Just promise me you ain’t ropin’ me into a murder accessory charge, and we’ll call it good.”

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Ophelia stifled a laugh at his question, quite glad it had been Charlie to answer her ad. A lot of other people in Barton Hollow were far more judgemental and would never agree to help her with a potion of all things. Some even completely denied her existence. Not that she minded, they left her alone and she left them alone. That was how she liked it.

The potion was actually for a young boy that recently joined camp. He was suffering with a strange rash on his right leg, that nothing Ophelia currently had could help with. She was sure it was from a poisonous plant, but couldn’t figure out what kind. It wasn’t poison ivy or a crown-of-thorns plant, her already made ointment would have worked for that. She just hoped it wasn’t hemlock.

When Charlie held up his hand, she laughed again while shaking her head. “I promise. It’s nothing bad, don’t worry.” They made it to the edge of the trailer park, and Ophelia spotted one of the things on her list. “I need a large bunch of those plants over there. Their roots are very thick and I’m not sure I’ll be able to pull them out.” She walked them to the plants, kneeling beside them and retrieving some gloves from her bag. “You’ll need these.”

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A Little Helping Hand || Ophelia & Charlie Start

[kissthealderman]

For a brief moment there was nothing to disturb the afternoon quiet except a few disjointed warbles from a pair of skylarks in a nearby crop of alders, halfhearted notes that fell unseasonably late in the season. Charlie took the piece of paper, slightly creased from it’s home in Ophelia’s pocket, and unfolded it. His eyes skimmed over the list and flickered up to her briefly before jumping back down. 

After a moment he nodded and folded the note in half, tapping one palm with a corner of it. 

“Ophelia, I don’t much enjoy bein’ pulled into somethin’ under false pretenses, so I’d be much obliged if from here on out you just tell me straight what it is you’re after,” Charlie softened his words with a small twist of a smile. He held the sheet of paper up, eyebrows slowly knitting together. “Now, I don’t profess t’be much of an expert when it comes t’landscapin’ or what have you, but it seems to me that this is more than just not exactly needing a gardener. Some of this stuff… St John’s Wort I recognize, but what the hell’s a lady like you wantin’ with mayapple? Ain’t that poisonous?”

[oopheliaupwood]

The young man took her deception as well as she thought he would. Charlie started off sounding annoyed, but his smile indicated he actually wasn’t. It was fair enough that he wanted her to be honest with him. “I’ll definitely be straight with you from now on, don’t worry.” Ophelia smiled back at him, thankful for his understanding.

She was a little surprised he’d heard of mayapple, biting her lip a moment before answering his question. “It’s a list of ingredients I need. Mayapple isn’t poisonous when mixed with loggerhead and black poppy's.” Ophelia wasn’t sure how much to tell him. She didn’t think he’d shout her business about town, but a lot of people didn’t like her practise. “I need them for a potion. Shall we start?” The witch gestured for them to start walking, making a mental note of the places they needed to go.

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A Little Helping Hand || Ophelia & Charlie Start

It had been exactly seven days, nine hours, and fifteen minutes since Ophelia put an ad in the paper for some gardening help. No one would know she didn’t actually have a garden, because she hadn’t left her name, just a number to contact. Someone had finally contacted her two hours ago, a Charlie she’d briefly met in town before. He seemed nice and eager to help in anyway he could. She still hadn’t told him what exactly was required of him, but Ophelia had a good feeling about him. The task actually entailed helping her gather ingredients for a new potion she wanted to try. There were quite a lot so he’d need to help carry them, and his strength might be needed too. They were meeting at the trailer park on the edge of the woods, where she was currently pacing back and forth. 

[kissthealderman]

There were two driving forces in Charlie Snyder’s occupational considerations. The first was, logically, opportunity. He’d come to find that the general complaint that there were no jobs in the present economy was a load of horseshit; there was always work to be had, so long as one didn’t get too picky. There were few things that the young man wasn’t willing to try, which was the main reason why he’d always managed to fall into that rare column of dirt poor and overworked Americans.

The other factor was convenience. It was true that he had no higher notions of himself which would have killed the humility required to work like a dog, but what Charlie did have was three mouths to feed outside of his own, a truck that broke down more than it ran, and rent for a home that sucked in more in repair costs than it had ever been worth. Commuting more than an hour for a day’s wage wasn’t just impractical or unfair for his siblings, it was simply impossible.

Which was why he’d been damn pleased when a bit of weekend work had practically fallen into his lap, the sort of last-minute fix that he found easier to work into his sporadic schedule than long-term arrangements. And it was five minutes from his front door, a serendipitous bonus that made it too good to pass up.

Striding along the pot-holed road that ran through the park, Charlie fiddled with the collar of his shirt to try and get it to lay straight. He paused when he caught sight of the woman wearing a trough into the weeds and untended grass.  “You Miss Upwood?” Charlie extended a hand as he loped over. “M’Charlie. Pleased t’meet you.”

[mrsjuniper-oflynn-blog]

“He probably was. Most people did like him, he was low key compared to my mother”

[oopheliaupwood]

“Unfortunately, neither of my parents have ever been low key. Life might have been a lot easier if they had.”

Originally posted by sparia-slays

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A Little Helping Hand || Ophelia & Charlie Start

[kissthealderman]

There were two driving forces in Charlie Snyder’s occupational considerations. The first was, logically, opportunity. He’d come to find that the general complaint that there were no jobs in the present economy was a load of horseshit; there was always work to be had, so long as one didn’t get too picky. There were few things that the young man wasn’t willing to try, which was the main reason why he’d always managed to fall into that rare column of dirt poor and overworked Americans.

The other factor was convenience. It was true that he had no higher notions of himself which would have killed the humility required to work like a dog, but what Charlie did have was three mouths to feed outside of his own, a truck that broke down more than it ran, and rent for a home that sucked in more in repair costs than it had ever been worth. Commuting more than an hour for a day’s wage wasn’t just impractical or unfair for his siblings, it was simply impossible.

Which was why he’d been damn pleased when a bit of weekend work had practically fallen into his lap, the sort of last-minute fix that he found easier to work into his sporadic schedule than long-term arrangements. And it was five minutes from his front door, a serendipitous bonus that made it too good to pass up.

Striding along the pot-holed road that ran through the park, Charlie fiddled with the collar of his shirt to try and get it to lay straight. He paused when he caught sight of the woman wearing a trough into the weeds and untended grass.  “You Miss Upwood?” Charlie extended a hand as he loped over. “M’Charlie. Pleased t’meet you.”

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She hadn't been pacing long, when Charlie appeared in the distance. He was walking down the road towards her and Ophelia suddenly felt nervous. It was unclear as to why, maybe because she didn't know how he’d react to the actual job at hand. The man was quite difficult to read, even with her skill. It was obvious he was a hard worker, by the way he held himself and by the state of his hands. Hands could tell you a lot about a person.

He asked if she was Miss Upwood, her lips twitching into a smile. “That’s me.” Ophelia nodded, shaking his outstretched hand confidently. “Nice to meet you, Charlie. And please, call me Ophelia.” Once she freed his hand, the witch retrieved her list of ingredients from her pocket. “I hope you don’t mind, but I wasn't entirely honest in my ad. I don’t need a gardener, not exactly. I’m actually in need of help to gather these things.” She passed him the list, her hands ringing together nervously as she waited for his response.

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A Little Helping Hand || Ophelia & Charlie Start

It had been exactly seven days, nine hours, and fifteen minutes since Ophelia put an ad in the paper for some gardening help. No one would know she didn’t actually have a garden, because she hadn’t left her name, just a number to contact. Someone had finally contacted her two hours ago, a Charlie she’d briefly met in town before. He seemed nice and eager to help in anyway he could. She still hadn’t told him what exactly was required of him, but Ophelia had a good feeling about him. The task actually entailed helping her gather ingredients for a new potion she wanted to try. There were quite a lot so he’d need to help carry them, and his strength might be needed too. They were meeting at the trailer park on the edge of the woods, where she was currently pacing back and forth. 

[oopheliaupwood]

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“Ophelia Upwood.” She shook the woman’s outstretched hand. “Juniper… what a lovely, unique name.”

[mrsjuniper-oflynn-blog]

“Ophelia..like from Hamlet? that’s pretty” She smiles softly shrugging some, “Thank you, it was my father’s idea. He got it from a Grimm’s fairytale”

[oopheliaupwood]

“Oh of course! The Juniper Tree!” How could she forget? “You’re father sounds like someone I’d get on with.”

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“Yes, please. They look delicious” Ophelia takes one and has a bite. “I was right. Thank you… Sorry I don’t know you’re name?”

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She smiles softly holding her hand out to the other, “Juniper..Juniper Lee and you are?”

[oopheliaupwood]

“Ophelia Upwood.” She shook the woman’s outstretched hand. “Juniper... what a lovely, unique name.”

[oopheliaupwood]

“Well, I’m not ‘most’. Plus, it’s a nice pen.”

[mrsjuniper-oflynn-blog]

“Thanks, it was my dad’s.” She holds up a platter of cookies. “Cookie for your trouble?”

[oopheliaupwood]

“Yes, please. They look delicious” Ophelia takes one and has a bite. “I was right. Thank you... Sorry I don’t know you’re name?”

[oopheliaupwood]

“Oh. I was just saying, you dropped your pen”

[mrsjuniper-oflynn-blog]

“Oh ah hey, thanks. Most wouldn’t care to give back a pen”

[oopheliaupwood]

“Well, I’m not ‘most’. Plus, it’s a nice pen.”

[mrsjuniper-oflynn-blog]

“Sorry did you say something, I had my headphones in”

[oopheliaupwood]

“Oh. I was just saying, you dropped your pen”

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● oh sinners, let’s go down;

Ophelia Upwood was born into a privileged family with one sister named Quinn, but this life was not the one Ophelia wanted. From the time she was young she always felt apart from her family. She was the wild one that didn’t care about money, nor was she interested in taking over the family business. She wanted to be free above all, at one with the earth. As a teenager she run away a lot, staying with all sorts of people, sleeping on couches, anything to get away from her dull and dismal family. An alternative lifestyle made her happier than anything in this world, and she discovered that around the age of 16 when someone she was staying with told her that she had a gift, that magic flowed through her veins. Ophelia Upwood discovered a long tucked away family secret, something that was not often talked about in her family. The Upwood family–and Ophelia was no exception–had produced a long line of witches. It was then that Ophelia decided to drop out of school and devote herself to learning the magic that she was never taught in her younger years. She asked her sister if she wanted to come with her, to live among others like them. Quinn refused, too used to the posh life. Ophelia left without another thought and for many years lived amid other witches, sleeping in tents, taking lovers, and casting spells. This was the happiest that Ophelia had ever been in her life.

Over the years Ophelia became sort of a legend in Barton Hollow. Some even called her the White Witch of Barton Hollow due to her penchant for wearing white clothing and her pale pallor. Over the years she became more detached from her parents, ignoring them whenever they tried to beg her to come back home. Ophelia, instead, started a tiny camp for herself on the edge of the woods in Barton Hollow, selling her services as a witch to all who might come and see her. This was the kind of life that she wanted to live and loved. This was more fulfilling than going to charity events, getting a boring job, and marrying some equally depressed and rich person. One woman, Caroline Linacre, made the mistake of crossing Ophelia. Caroline is a known voodoo practitioner and isn’t afraid to play dirty. Her feud with Opehlia started when Ophelia turned away a client of hers who wanted her husband brought back to life after his untimely demise. Caroline, with her looser morals, obliged to bring the woman’s husband back to life, and this resulted in chaos, and Ophelia herself had to clean up the resulting mess.  

● down to the river to pray;

Ophelia is still living comfortably in her tent on the outskirts of town, taking money for her services. People chastise her for being a dirty hippie and a pagan, but she is perfectly happy and absolutely charming with her other worldliness. Though, recently Ophelia has become uneasy with everything that has been taking place in town. She can feel a storm brewing, but she also knows that she’ll be prepared. She can’t say that for the rest of the town that chooses to remain oblivious to the forces that live amongst them and control their meager lives. Recently, she has taken in drifter Kit Ellison, who is oblivious to the darkness of the town that she’s entered.

● all of barton hollow knows;

Ophelia quickly befriended the sweet and equally supernaturally talented Clare MacKenzie. Recently, Ophelia has started housing interesting drifter Kit Elliot. If there is one person in all of Barton Hollow she can’t stand it is Caroline Linacre. However, she is just only acquainted with Charlie Snyder, but she would like to get to know him better.

● this sinner is closed;

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