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thomas:

WHO: Thomas Avery & anyone WHERE: A hallway on the first floor WHEN: Sometime in March, 1978

“Yes, I do agree – goblins are far too intelligent to only be working the economy.” Thomas nodded, knowing fully well he was speaking out of his arse. He regretted talking to this fifth-year girl – she had such a pretty face, he couldn’t help it, but Merlin, was she boring. He reached a hand out to the person passing by him. “Oi! Haven’t seen you in a bit, how are you doing?” Thomas wrapped his arm around the shoulders of the person, waving at the fifth-year as he continued walking with the person.

Ophelia had been taking the back way to the library for a very long time, and usually she could get from nearly anywhere into the castle to the library without running into any other students. Or close to it, at least. Today her luck went against her and she frowned as she approached the two students. It shouldn’t be too difficult to duck around them but she just didn’t like the necessity of doing it. However, amusement replaced irritation as she observed just how desperate Thomas seemed to escape the conversation, so she couldn’t even argue as he draped his arm over her shoulders and began walking with her. “I’m quite well, and you?” Once they were out of earshot, she let out a snort of laughter. “As bad as all that, really?”

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annis:

Annis focused on calming herself down as she took her seat, barely even taking note as to how high up the two of them really were. Though it was nothing compared to everyone actually flying around. “Well that’s good.” She said bashfully before taking a moment to wave at Alice who had caught her eye. She almost forgot that’d she’d originally gone to the practice for Alice. Though she was sure the other girl would understand and demand to hear everything about her current interaction with Ophelia later on. “Uh- yeah basically. I mean it’s really cool watching because you see them improve a lot more. Like when Alice was finally about to do the starfish and stick move!”

Watching people fly around on brooms didn’t really seem cool to Ophelia. Or exciting. Or any adjective that might indicate a pleasant way to pass the time. Her gaze turned to the pitch for a minute and she watched the activity but it didn’t really lend anything to change her mind. Her eyes turned back to Annis, narrowing only a moment later. “The starfish and what? That’s not a real thing. That can’t be a real thing.”

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bennet:

WHO: Bennet Zonko and Ophelia Orpington WHEN: Saturday, March 18th, 1978. WHERE: The Room of Requirement

One would think that since he had been the one to spike the punch that Bennet himself wouldn’t drink any of it. That would have been the logical thing to do, but where was the fun in the logical course of action? The pink fuzziness of love potion crept along the edges of his vision as he turned from the bunch bowl eyes widening as thoughts of Darcy were pushed to the back of his mind and in their place he could only think of a witch who was unfamiliar to him. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

@opheliaxorpington

Ophelia hadn’t been to a party in . . . a really long time. Probably since before her father married Marianne. But restlessness had driven her to it tonight, and as she took her drink and meandered through the crowd, she found that she was glad that she’d come. And as her gaze landed on a student she only vaguely recognized, she was even more glad. Grinning, she sauntered closer to him. “Oh, I don’t know if I would have said yes before tonight, but I do believe my mind has changed.”

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annis:

Annis was about to say how she was the exact opposite of impressive. The only reason why she’d never been in trouble before was because she always followed the rules. The simple idea of breaking any of them scared her. Instead she froze in her spot, her mouth hanging open like a gaping fish. Had Ophelia… Winked at her? She had surpassed the point of her face being red with embarrassment. “Oh um- well..” Was all she managed to stutter out before the other girl had continued up the bleachers without her. Leaving her to stare at the hand that had been offered to help her. All she could do was nod before taking the hand, stepping up to be beside her. “T-Thank you.” She stuttered out, a nervous smile on her lips as she slowly dropped her hand from the other girls grasp. “This is fine.”

Ophelia nearly grabbed Annis’s hand again, but decided not to push her luck. Annis seemed a bit shy and it was cute, so Ophelia didn’t mind waiting longer until the other girl was more comfortable. “Well, I won’t let you fall or anything,” she said with another easy smile, propping her legs up on the row below them. “And now no one can hear our conversation.” She let the silence hang for a minute as she watched the Quidditch practice curiously - having not been to many games, she didn’t know what she was looking at, really. It was impressive though, to her untrained eye. “So this is what you do for fun? Come and watch Quidditch practice?”

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annis:

Annis nodded, agreeing completely with the girl. Most people who went to the school were fairly innocent- victims if anything. And yet they were all locked up and trapped. Though she was sure that she’d heard something about it being ‘for their safety’. “Well I’ve uh- never gotten in trouble before?” The words came out as more of a question. She was sure that her face was bright red, embarrassed to be admitting the fact. As if her following the rules all the time just showed how boring and average she found her life to be. Which was odd considering she was a witch who could use magic. “I usually sit in the middle, but I wouldn’t mind sitting further up?”

This conversation had completely turned around from the beginning. Ophelia couldn’t even remember how or why she had been so annoyed in the first place. “Never? Wow, I’m impressed. I certainly don’t have such a clean record. Maybe you can help reform me.” Winking, she nodded and continued on up the bleachers towards the top, which gave them a bit more privacy for their conversation. “Is this good?” Arriving at the top, she turned and held her hand out for Annis.

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annis:

Annis couldn’t help but giggle in agreement to the girls statement. “Yes well, a lot of them are pretty grumpy.” She commented. The walk to the bleachers was pretty short, which made her thankful to the fact that they would be sitting together. Really she was thankful for any sort of company. “I don’t, but that’s only because I’m more nervous about getting in trouble then not bothering to follow their stupid rules. Which is what most of them are- stupid I mean.” The Hufflepuff teetered off, wondering if it appeared like she was trying to hard. A desperate need to impress the girl before her, or at least appear mildly interesting.

“I understand they have a stressful job and being grumpy goes with it, but you’d think they could try a little harder. We’re not criminals.” Although Ophelia was well aware that there were probably students who could be considered criminals, it wasn’t the majority of the student body. But then a lot of the Aurors had been here for months so maybe it was understandable of them. She glanced at Annis curiously. “Why are you so nervous about getting in trouble? I’ve never had that problem.” Of course, her experience was very different from a lot of her classmates’, when it came to authority figures. Still, she knew her dad and Marianne would appreciate it if she cared more about the consequences of her actions. “The rules are mostly stupid,” she muttered, glancing at the bleachers as they got closer. “Where do you want to sit?”

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annis:

Annis couldn’t help but chuckle at her remark, happy that Ophelia seemed to be warming up to her. Originally she’d worried that the girl would be cold and distant, put-off by her for whatever reason. Now she was able to relax, which was good since she was a little caught off guard at the other girls suggestion. When she had given her suggestions she’d hardly expected to be invited to join her. Even though she seemed to suggest that it was simply to ward off aurors the Hufflepuff couldn’t help but hope it was for something else. Nothing to much, maybe just the possibility of having another friend although she would be a very pretty friend. “Alright,” She smiled, moving so that she could walk next to her. “I’ll try my best not to bother you with any side-commentary.”

Ophelia smiled at the ready agreement; the day had taken an unexpected turn but she didn’t mind it in the slightest. She’d almost forgotten what it was like to have friends. Really, it hadn’t been that long since everything had changed but since her life had changed so thoroughly, she thought she could be forgiven for the exaggeration. “I think the Aurors can find a reason to yell about anything,” she said, rolling her eyes. “They have with me, anyway. I’m not very good at just following their rules though. I suppose you probably don’t get on their bad side very much.”

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annis:

She felt almost relieved by the girls statement. Most people thought she was weird when she said that she was scared of flying. While heights in general didn’t bother her, she wondered if this girl might possibly understand what she felt about it. “I-I’m not good at flying either! That’s why I’d rather just watch. Less chance of hurting myself.” Looking down for a moment, she attempted to temporarily hide the embarrassment on her face behind her hair as it fell around her. Barely even a moment had passed before Annis was tucking her hair behind her ear, biting her lip nervously with a small smile on her face. “You could try the bleachers? Or even under them. I’m sure that could get you at least a few moments to yourself. I’m not even sure the Aurors could try and yell at you for either one of those.”

There was something just . . . cute about Annis, and Ophelia wasn’t sure how she’d missed it before. Although considering the fact that she didn’t really talk to people now, that probably explained a lot. Either way, she was enjoying this conversation far more than she would have anticipated, maybe even enough to postpone the work she meant to do. “Avoiding injury is always a good practice,” she said in a tone that was a lot friendlier than it had been before. “And I wouldn’t have thought the bleachers but that’s probably safe.” Under would be nice too but . . . “You could come sit with me,” she added in a casual tone, half-turning to walk in that direction. “Then you get to watch and I have company, and the Aurors will be even less likely to question me.”

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hestia:

“Honestly though,” She sighed, sparing a glance at the auror the other girl had glanced at. While she appeared to be keeping her distance, Hestia figured she wasn’t about to just leave them alone. Being watched was one of the only things that actually made her nervous, putting her on edge. Only for the fact that she didn’t truly know who was actually watching her. “If anything, they’re making things worse by hanging around for so long. Making it seem like they expect more bad things to happen. If they weren’t so obvious then people could actually try and relax.”

“You might be right. I mean, it would be awful if they left and then something happened again but . . . surely we’ll be fine til the end of the year. Don’t you think?” Enough had happened already and this was a school. Surely even the Death Eaters and Grindelwald’s supporters would leave children alone now. “I just want this year to be over already. I want to go home and make sure my family will be safe. I’m not sure there’s a lot I can do but I have to try.”

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annis:

Having a conversation with someone she didn’t already know, with no friend around to currently help, was definitely something outside of her comfort zone. That didn’t mean she wasn’t willing to try though. Even though she wasn’t exactly sure how it was going to go as she had a habit of either talking way to much or barely at all. Both thing seemed to make people not want to talk to her all that often. “I love watching them fly, even when there isn’t a game.” Annis stopped herself from gushing about it and embarrassing herself. The last thing she wanted to do was talk to much and mention how she herself couldn’t even fly. Though that was her own fault. “I’m guessing you’re not here to watch them fly around then?”

“I don’t like heights,” Ophelia said by way of explanation. “Watching people fly makes me queasy. I don’t come to the games. And I’m really bad at flying.” SHe smiled, trying to seem less grumpy. It had been a long time since she’d made friends outside her house - even inside her house, really. She was out of practice. “No, I was looking for somewhere to read that was outside but where the Aurors won’t chase me back to the castle. Apparently going to close to the forest three times makes you a target.”

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gwen:

“Yeah. That crazy Auror. I can’t believe she got away.” Gwen agreed, hoping she sounded convincing. Charlotte Fawley was crazy, but not for her beliefs. She was crazy for thinking that she could attack a group of students and escape the fortress of the castle untouched. Gwen thought Charlotte had been incredibly lucky to get away as she had and wondered who in the castle had helped her. She certainly hadn’t, safe and sound in her dorm, getting her beauty rest after the dance.

“I’ve heard as much, but can’t say I’ve given much thought to Auror training. It’s definitely not for me.” Gwen said, her nose wrinkling at the thought. It was hard job, a dirty job, and hardly suitable for a pureblooded lady such as herself. “They say he was attacked by a hoard of Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest.” Gwen leaned in, her voice lowering as she reiterated the old piece of gossip. “Bellatrix even said he’d been bitten by one. I’d say he’s lucky enough to be alive.” It was said Acromantula venom was nearly impossible to fully purge from your system, and Gwen wasn’t surprised Mr. Bones still seem to be afflicted. “You can see why I have no interest in the job, right?”

Ophelia shook her head, momentarily distracted by the memories and thoughts of the attack and the days immediately following it. That had been a very difficult time, and she was glad things had returned to normal - or something close to normal anyway. But she shook the thoughts off, laughing at the thought of Gwen in Auror training. “I’m sure you haven’t. Neither have I, although I want to do something other than sit around at home all day.” She wasn’t likely to be included in pureblood society anymore, with two halfblood siblings and a Muggleborn stepmother. She couldn’t say that she was upset about it either.

Her eyes moved sharply to Gwen at the mention of Mr. Bones’s attack; it had been so long ago that she’d really forgotten about it, but that made sense. “Bitten by an acromantula? You’re right, I can’t believe he survived that. He must be very strong.” Though she kept her tone disbelieving, she was rather impressed; she wouldn’t want an old friend to start questioning her though. Ophelia was selfish but she didn’t have many friends anymore, and didn’t want to lose the few she had. “Oh, certainly. I feel like I’d be pretty dashing with a scar from an acromantula bite though, don’t you think?”

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annis:

Who: Annis Mendoza & Ophelia Orpington @opheliaxorpington

When: March 12th

Where: By the Quidditch Pitch

She always found it so cool how quidditch players will work out, even right after they’ve just won a game. Annis had meant to accompany Alice to the Quidditch Pitch, as she wanted to go over some drills. She didn’t truly understand why she did, as she’d played so well just the day before. But she wasn’t about to just give up a chance to watch her friend, and keep her company when she needed a quick break. She was running a bit late when it came to meeting her though, having stopped to go the the bathroom on her way. She hadn’t even made it to the stands yet when she ended up next to someone. “Isn’t it so cool how good they all are?” Annis smiled as she looked up, already being able to see a few people flying around.

Ophelia didn’t really care about Quidditch; she wasn’t great on a broom herself, so she had very little interest in watching other people fly around. Even when Slytherin played, she preferred to be in the common room or library rather than watching the game. Her proximity to the pitch today was entirely accidental, as she had planned to find a spot on the grounds that the Aurors wouldn’t chase her off of. She turned at the question, biting back the thoughtless response; Marianne was always saying that Ophelia needed to be more approachable and Ophelia adored her stepmother. “I suppose it is,” she said instead, attempting a casual tone. “I don’t really watch the game so I can’t compare them to anything.”

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hestia:

“I don’t think it technically is,” Hestia raised an eyebrow, looking back at the auror who made it quite apparent that she was watching the other girl. “Not yet at least.” She turned her focus back to Ophelia. The other girl was around the same age as her and a different house, which was all she really knew about her. Not that she particularly wanted to know anything more. Pushing herself off the wall of the castle that she had been leaning against, “I’ve found that if you basically hover around the castle they typically only watch from afar but leave you alone for the most part. It’s when you go past a few meters that they become annoying.”

“Apparently no one has informed them of that fact,” Ophelia growled, with another glare at the auror. It would be smarter just to stick around the castle, undoubtedly, but she had always liked getting a little farther out than that. And now she couldn’t, which only made it worse. “Honestly, you’d think they’d have better things to focus on. Students going too far from the castle can’t be the most important thing for them to monitor right now. It’s not like they’re doing any real good now.”

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gwendolyn-goyle‌:

“How long are they going to lock us in that wretched castle?” Gwen complained, walking beside her old friend. “She sure was fast though, surprising considering at how short her legs are, but maybe it’s part of Auror training?” She asked, tipping her head at the thought. “Now that I think of it, I see that one Auror running outside now and then. You know, the one whose partner outed all of those Grindelwald supporters on Valentine’s Day? He seems fast, too. But then again, Mr. Bones has been limping around for months, I don’t think he’d be much good at running anywhere right now.”

“I don’t think they ever plan on letting us out again,” Ophelia said with another scowl over her shoulder. “Which isn’t fair, since Glenda was returned and there’s no sign of that crazy Auror.” Her expression turned thoughtful at the question and she tried to remember if she’d heard anything about the Auror training. “Surely they have physical training as part of all of it, don’t you think? They must do it. Mr. Bones gets a pass, because he was injured, right? A long time ago now but he’s getting older, maybe it just takes him longer to heal now.”

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Who: Ophelia & open Where: on the castle grounds When: sometime in the right date range mid afternoon

“All I did was go for a walk. God, you’d think I was trying to run off into the Forbidden Forest with the way that little Auror chased me down.” Huffing, Ophelia hitched her bag higher on her shoulder and continued her quick walk back toward the castle, aware of the Auror watching her from a distance. “I just wanted some bloody fresh air, is that a crime?”

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magnoliacaroline‌:

Who: Maggie Steward and anyone When: Her first day at Hogwarts, February Where: A corridor, in front of a mirror

“So… let me get this straight. The staircases just move whenever they feel like it, some of the stairs aren’t even real, and there’s a ghost who likes to just randomly drop water balloons on unsuspecting students.” Maggie let out a sigh as she continued to attempt to dry her hair. “And you all just accept this as normal parts of your school day?!”

Ophelia, on her way to her favorite classroom which was almost always empty, paused when she heard an unfamiliar voice and impossible to miss accent. It seemed odd, the number of new students they had seen this year, and at this time, but it was a nice change as well. “You know, one of the Ravenclaws in sixth year will go on and on about how Rowena Ravenclaw herself most likely designed the stairs to move as a defense mechanism but I think that’s absurd. I don’t even think the founders were real people the way the legends claim. It’s too hard to believe. But in short, yes. You adjust more quickly than you’d think - or at least the firsties do. It might be harder since you’re older.”

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omnia-vcnitas‌:

“Is it supposed to look like that?”

“Listen, I didn’t say it was going to be perfect.” Ophelia frowned at the robes; she’d been trying to change the color to something a little less awful than bubble-gum pink - why Marianne thought that would be a good choice for dress robes was quite beyond Ophelia - and it had turned into a sort of middle of the road pink, which still wasn’t what she wanted.

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