i am a girl like you // marya & ofelia
Marya wasn’t one to stay still for long — many of those close to her weren’t sure she knew how — but she managed to bring a certain grace to the bustling. Flitting from one place to the next like a hummingbird never taking a moment to settle, and never having a strand of hair fall out of place.
So it was not an unusual image to see her navigating the busy streets of Diagon Alley without a care in the world, crowds seeming to separate around her. In one hand she had a bag so oversized it should be at risk of toppling her over, but she was kept grounded by the small hand of her son on her other side. Nathanial kept pointing to various distractions of the street, keeping Marya’s entire attention focused on answering his questions up until the point of reaching the tea shop.
“Ofelia!”Marya called out to her friend once she was close to the outdoor table where the other was set up. “I’m so glad you had time today to meet up. And thank you for allowing Nathanial to join us. -- Can you say thank you, Nathanial? -- We were just out picking up a few things for him that look oh so handsome.”
It had been awhile since Marya had gotten together with Ofelia outside of the busy atmosphere of formal events. Yet, she saw no reason for that fact to affect their friendship. Ever since the woman made her way into English pureblood society, reminding Marya of herself with her bright smile and quiet paramour, she felt she had welcomed her with open arms. She never stopped to wonder to what extent those warm feelings were or were not returned.
“Tell me, what have you been up to? How is Quentin?”
@ofeliaestelle
