While charms was a pretty cool class --not one of her favorites but not one of her least-- Ophelia really didn't want to be here doing homework. Gross. However, her Clarke family instinct as her mom liked to call it had taken over, and she begrudgingly made her way to the annex, ready to practice. Or at least something of that effect.

Carefully putting her bag down next to her, the blonde looked around for her first item to shrink. There was some really cool stuff here! Music boxes and stuffed animals and things like that. It was like an antiques store and the second year wanted to play with everything she could get her hands on.

Rummaging through the items, Ophelia found a teacup and grabbed that, smiling to herself. It was just like a bigger version of the ones she played with as a child, which was really cool.

Tearing herself away from all of the cool items, the blonde moved slowly to a part of the room where she could practice in peace, shrinking the teacup at her leisure. If she didn't get away from all of the stuff soon, the curly haired girl would spend all of her time examining the items and not doing what she was supposed to be doing. And that wasn't good.