Ophelia Wright

But the night came in to stay while you made other plans. 19 | Ravenclaw | Student | Half-Breed

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   Hermione sleepily pushed the people in front of her after apologizing, just wanting to get out of the mess that is always on these streets. “ Hey, Ophelia!” she called out as soon as she spotted the other,  bilinking twice before finally feeling less sleepy.  Pushing the group in the same manners, she finally got to the other . “ Let’s get out of here, it looks like you don’t really have air.”  she explained, before taking her hand and dragging her away from the crowd.

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Ophelia, as much as she didn’t want to be bothered over, couldn’t help but feel thankful for Hermione and her innate ability to know what she needed at that precise moment. She didn’t need medicine - or rather want it. She needed air and quiet and loneliness and for people to stop looking at her as though she was about to break at any second. She followed carefully, trying her hardest to not show how dizzy she felt. “D-Does Diagon Alley ever empty?” she feebly asked.

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at first, seamus hadn’t noticed the petite girl wanting to him to move out of her way. “ oi, ‘m sorry. didn’t quite see ya there.  ” the brunette exclaimed, words dripping with his irish heritage. “ ya look a lil pale. ya doing alright ?? ”

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Ophelia nearly jumped a foot in the air, practically out of his skin, as he exclaimed. Quickly, with plenty of practice due to her first years at Hogwarts and the presence of the Carrows, she caught her breath and quieted herself. “S-Sorry?” she asked, voice timid as ever. “I-I’m always pale,” she replied before trying to set off back on foot.

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Ron was lost in his thoughts as his eyes looked right at Gringotts and the flashbacks of that dragon flight caused a little nostalgic smile. He had to admit that even with the situation going on at that moment, that was quite a moment. Then he heard someone’s quiet voice and he turned his head. “Hey, you ain’t looking very well”.

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Ophelia almost missed the voice entirely. If it weren’t for the feeling of someone’s eyes upon her, she wouldn’t have looked over her shoulder. “Pardon?” she asked, brows furrowing before she picked together what he’d said. “O-Oh,” she laughed. “I’m well. Just a bit tired. Sorry for getting in your way.” 

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“I’ve heard you guys have a beautiful common room, is that true?” Susan asked, even though she was sure she already knew the answer. Everyone thought their house’s common room was the best. She thanked the waiter when he arrived with their tea, and began to stir it absentmindedly. “I hope you do, as well. I’m sure you’re right about this tea helping, too.”

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“I suppose so,” she replied, tilting her head as she thought better of it. “I always found it cold all the time. Mind you, I find everywhere cold all the time. Truthfully I envied the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff rooms. They sounded so warm. Not to mention Hufflepuff’s being by the kitchens. The amount of late night tea runs I could have had.” She also found a charm to Slytherin’s common room that she felt as though too many people passed over. She was just never a fan of water or being under it to have loved it as much as the others. She took her tea and stirred it slowly. 

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Romilda had just exited a shop when she saw an utterly pathetic sight–now, she’d hardly be the first person to call herself altruistic, but leaving an obviously sick person wandering around on her own, was extremely remiss. “Oh Merlin–are you ok?”

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Ophelia stiffened at the voice addressing her and hesitantly turned to face its owner. “O-Oh, yes. Of course I’m okay,” she quickly replied and managed a hardly-there smile. She pursed her lips together and swallowed hard, silently cursing the inevitable arrival of the night. “J-Just a rough few nights,” she added.

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Concern Meme

‘I’ve not seen you eat a vegetable in a week. How about I make you a proper dinner?’

‘That does not look like a flesh wound, dude.’

‘Do you actually ever leave your office and sleep?’

‘Sleeping on your desk totally doesn’t count.’

‘I’ve seen healthier looking corpses. You should head to bed.’

‘Keep hydrated! I’m concerned about you in that heat!’

‘Have you practised any self-care today?’

‘Do you want me to run a warm bath for you? We can use your favourite bubble bar.’

‘I’ll hold your hair. Just take deep breaths.’

‘I know there was a story about a girl who lived on nothing but pizza, but I really don’t think you’ll manage to do the same!’

'You look terrible. I mean, you look beautiful as ever, but also super sick.’

'Please go and rest? I’m so worried about you!’

'You need to sit for a while. Please? You’re always on your feet.’

'All this stress isn’t good for you.’

'Would you like a back-rub?’

'C'mon, look at me! Don’t close your eyes, okay?’

'Wake up! Come on, please! Come back to me!’

'You’re having a nightmare! It’s not real, I’m here!’

'What do you normally do to help your anxiety? We can do that.’

'Would you like me to sit with you while you go through this?’

'Are you okay for me to touch you? You can nod or shake your head.’

'Breathe, that’s it. Nice and steady.’

'I’m right here, I promise. I’m not going anywhere.’

'You can cry if you need to, it’s alright. No one would think badly of you.’

'Do you want a hug?’

'I’ll stay right with you until you fall asleep.’

'You went really dizzy there for a second. Can you hear me now?’

'I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you. Just stay with me, please…’

'Where does it hurt? Can you show me?’

'I have a first aid kit, I can fix you up.' 

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Gladly, Ginny welcomed the change off topic – Quidditch always being her favorite. As a Quidditch player for Gryffindor, Ginny had become quite well-known among her peers, but it always blew her away when someone that she didn’t really know mentioned it. “Thank you,” pride tinted her words. “Yeah, I did. I play for the Harpies,” she skipped the part where she had been spending more time on the bench than in the field. “Do you like Quidditch?” She asked. 

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“I rather enjoyed watching it, but I’ve never been great at it. Love flying but couldn’t manage the whole addition of a sport on ground let alone in mid-air. No, I was a bit more of a Herbology person but being outside the greenhouse you saw everything and I saw you.” She gently shrugged her shoulders. “I won’t lie, I was a bit envious. Nothing too exciting ever happens with plants except for discovering a new one. That’s always a thrill.”

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“Society will never be fair.” Of course he caught the slight bitterness in her response, but he knew that placating responses would not help anyone. “It may significantly improve to a point that it’s marketed as being a fair and just society. But–” He shook his head, “There will always be those who deem others as less than. All we really can do is hope that our own situations get better, because I do believe it possible for things to get better, so to speak.” Eddie shrugged,  Okay, so maybe he felt the need for kindness. It was her doe-eyes, dammit.

“There is a spell for that.” Eddie stepped up beside her and ran his wand over the book, nonverbally straightening the corners of the books, “There we go, good as rain.”

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Ophelia watched, her eyes having grown large as his spell seamlessly straightened the corners of her books. “Thank you!” she gasped, trailing her fingers over the pages affectionately as she admired his work. “Maybe I’ll go back to Hogwarts with that spell and make a few things right,” she giggled. “Make those books good as rain too.” She liked the saying a lot and mentally jotted it down for more future use. 

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“I’m sorry you’re feeling this way, too. It’s awful isn’t it? No fun at all.” Susan smiled when the girl finally looked at her, her goal now was just to make this girl feel comfortable in this moment. “It’s nice to meet you Ophelia,” she said with another smiled. She ordered two lavender teas when the waiter came over, then turned back to Ophelia. “Yes, I was a Hufflepuff. What house were you in? You look familiar to me as well.”

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Ophelia didn’t want to admit it aloud, but she felt a calmness around Susan she often only felt when she was entirely alone. Her kindness didn’t feel to be a front for some other motive. “I was a Ravenclaw,” she replied, nodding lightly as she took her tea and dropped two spoonfuls of sugar into its liquor. “I hope you stop stressing soon. If there’s any way to.”

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Ophelia wandered the cluttered streets of Diagon Alley, face pale and cheeks clammy. “Ex-Excuse me,” she meekly asked the group blocking her escpae to quieter areas.

[legacyreigned]

“You should give it a shot, if you want. Getting published, I mean – you’ll never know unless you try, right? And if you’re passionate about it then it seems like it’s worth trying.” He laughs at the continued joke, pleased by the sense of humor, pleased that he can have an actual conversation with someone besides the people he’s known forever and his coworkers, for whom the famous and shiny and new appeal has long since worn off. “My friend Hermione does the same thing. I’ve never seen her without books in her bag. Are you reading anything good?”

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Ophelia couldn’t do anything to prevent her cheeks from burning as pink as they were. All she could do was hide them beneath her hands as she smiled shyly, eyes downcast as he spoke. When she managed to gather herself, she nodded quickly. “I’ll try one day. When I’m too old, senile, and forgetful to realize those are my books on shelves. The thought of anyone reading any of my stuff is a bit terrifying.” At his next question, she slipped her hands into her bag, revealing four rather thick books. “I’m rereading some King Arthur tales right now. They’re always fascinating. Do you read too?”

[legacyreigned]

“I don’t think that’s silly at all.” She seems like a sweet girl, full of life and optimism and opportunity; Harry’s glad to see that the war hasn’t snuffed everyone’s light. “I grew up Muggle – I would read those kinds of stories whenever I could. Adventure types, mostly, but I always liked the ones with magic. They were good to have. Really important, I think. Are you published?” The jibe about papercuts prompts a laugh, honest and bright. She’s more right than she’d think. “Definitely something to watch out for,” he agrees, feigning solemnity. “What a world we live in – constant threat of papercuts. It’s obscene.”

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Ophelia smiled, a brightness flickering in her eyes as he didn’t think her ideas were as ridiculous as she did - that he thought stories were as important as she did. “Oh no, n-not published at all. Maybe one day, but so far everything I write is just for me.” At his solemnity, she matched his. “What a terrible world it is; someone ought to really do something about the paper and their cuts. Someone needs to take a stand.” She broke her serious tone upon her last word, smiling uninhibitedly. It felt incredibly good to be silly with someone; to make someone smile. “This party doesn’t have enough spots for reading. I kn-know that’s not what you should be doing at a party, but I brought my books and everything. They were quite heavy.”

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Ginny was outgoing and she would prefer to ignore any awkwardness as she tried to connect with the other girl. “I don’t know,” she said with laughter, “probably, I mean, there are crazy people for all things, right?” She asked rhetorically. “I── I suppose,” she didn’t want to damper further the mood and make it awkward by saying that she believed that it could only get worse. Those strange letters had only been the beginning. If it was a roller coaster between good and bad, they were into downfall to the bad part.

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“Yeah,” Ophelia sighed, folding her arms over her chest. “I don’t believe them either.” Ginny didn’t necessarily have to voice her trepidations, she could hear it tremble in her tone. It was hard to picture anything good coming soon. The air felt heavy again, just as it did the night of the Battle of Hogwarts. She couldn’t help but feel on edge, that something massive was about to happen any second of any day. “Wh-...What do you do now out of Hogwarts?” she asked, tilting her head, hoping to change the conversation to lighter talk."Did you go onto Quidditch? You always blew me away whenever I watched Gryffindor play."

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“I’m Susan, by the way,” she greeted politely as the other girl sat down. She almost dropped her mug of tea when the girl mentioned her being nervous, she thought she’d hid it so well. “That obvious, is it?” she asked lightheartedly. “Thank you for the advice,” she added and caught the attention of the waiter. “Would you like a cup as well?”

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Ophelia broke into a mouse of a smile, hesitant to meet the other girl in the eye. “N-No, not obvious. I’m the same way right now. If it wasn’t for that, I would have been none the wiser.” She held her place in her book and finally looked over to her. “Sure, thank you. I’m Ophelia. Y-You were in Hufflepuff, right? I think I remember you a bit.”

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“Three years.” Terry laughed. “I lost my appetite for treacle pudding for three whole years, believe it or not. And you would too, if you tried to eat eleven of them in fifteen minutes.” he shuddered at the memory. After that incident he’d sworn off sugar for a week. “Oh so we probably went to school together for a couple years or so. Which house were you in?” Terry sighed, remembering the breakfast back at Hogwarts. “Or for your clothes to appear washed and neatly folded in your wardrobe. Merlin how did we ever learn to do anything by ourselves?”

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“Is that a challenge?” she asked, crinkling her nose at him. “That sounds an awful lot like a challenge to me.” The thought of it alone made her shudder too. “We must have. I was in Ravenclaw. Yourself?” She couldn’t help but laugh. It was true, how did they learn to do anything for themselves? “I suppose the staircases gave us a good challenge. I can’t even count on one hand how many times I had to get to my classes another way because the staircases moved. Mind you, the Grey Lady helped me from getting lost along the way. Okay, I stand corrected. We really didn’t learn to do anything on our own.”

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Susan sat reading in the far corner of the Leaky Cauldron, keeping to herself, as usual. She was on her fourth cup of tea for the morning, but it wasn’t calming her down as it usually did. The events at the Peace Gala had her scared like she hadn’t been in years. She looked up as someone approached and, trying to look calm, indicated to the chair across from her, “you can sit down if you like.”

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Ophelia stepped to her usual corner of the Leaky Cauldron and found it occupied. Studying the girl, she saw the nerves. They matched her own. “O-Oh, s-sure,” she shyly stuttered as she hesitantly took her seat. She clung onto her cup of tea and carefully set it on the table before digging out a book from her bag. “Y-...You might want to try lavender tea instead. For nerves.”

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“Yeah me too. Until I had the great idea oftaking a fellow student’s challenge and participating in an eating contest. Ididn’t only lose the game, but also my appetite for treacle pudding, at leastfor the next few years.” He watched with a smile as the young girl burst outlaughing. She seemed like she didn’t allow herself to be this free very often. “Iwouldn’t put it past them, no. I still think though that it was all a carefullycalculated trick. We just had so much sugar for a week or so that after a whilewe just were sick of it and actually enjoyed the healthy stuff. I’m not sayingit was very clever, but for me it worked. What about you, how long have youbeen out of Hogwarts?”

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“Oh, Merlin! That sounds awful!” she giggled, nose crinkling as she did. “How could you possibly live a year without treacle pudding? That’s like living without breathing.” Tilting her head as she spoke, her eyes widened brightly. “Is that why when I left Hogwarts I did nothing but eat greens for two weeks? Everything finally makes sense,” she sighed, folding her arms over her chest. “Actually last year was my last. I’m still getting used to not having a breakfast made for me every morning. It’s actually really awful. Why did I ever grow up?”