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keepmeclose22 · 05-06-2015, 05:09 AM

SPOILER!!: Ophie

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Originally Posted by carpediem

Okay, Ophelia could live with wild. Wild was good. As long as HE was the one who said it. At least with Austin, Ophelia knew he was joking. It was like the way she never said hi to him anymore. It was just something they did. And him being a wildcard was also kind of an adorable thought too. Like him unexpectedly dragging her to the tree, or the tree house, or getting into a fight. Seriously, the little blonde had never seen him like that. Maybe she would have to take boxing lessons from him or something. Seeing as he didn't think she was tough.

"Excuse me, hun? I could take down twenty Nargles with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back! I mean, not to brag, but this is a pretty impressive gun show over here." One of those muggle phrases. The weirdest part about being both muggle and wizard was that you heard a lot of people say weird phrases that never made sense. "Penny for you thoughts", "one in the hand is worth two in the bush" and now gun show. They were guns. And wizards didn't even have guns. What would be the more appropriate term? Wand show? Wand shop? There had to be something there.

And besides, if he got to pretend to be tough, so did she. To her, he wasn't the boy who fought Gregoire or the boy who could protect her. Ophelia remembered the Austin best who went by King Blue Eyes and sassed her when they first met. Or the boy who she offered candy to when he was sad. Or the boy who she gave her drawings too. Not some dude who would take out everything in his path. Although, there was some pent up rage there. Maybe he was like one of the superheros in the old comic books that just went crazy when he was mad. That would be intense.

And as for the book she was writing in, the third year felt herself sitting up straighter as Austin advised away. He was, after all, an important part of this tradition too, and the fact that he was helping her -in this and their secret and hypothetical plans of world domination- was kind of awesome. Okay, more than kind of awesome. He was the best. Or one of the best. Then again, the other best no longer went to Hogwarts or inhabited this world, so technically he won out on that one.

Annnnnnd it might be time to switch gears.

"Waking up early and getting our own compartment, or making new friends because I'm not a morning person?" The thirteen year old pretended to weigh these exciting options. Making new friends was always good, but then again, if they could get their earlier, they could be as loud and weird as they wanted and nobody would say a thing. And they both did loud and weird well. Hence the wild card, and just plain wild. Scrunching her face up as if thinking harder, the Ravenclaw finally dropped her right hand as if making a choice. Unscrunching her face again, she smiled.

"I guuuuueeees I can wake up early. But I might need some sleep. Be prepared, I was told I talk in my sleep." Mostly mumbling about nothing in particular, but still, talking. Which reminded her...

"We still have that potion to test out! I mean, the more testing the better, especially because you're probably not going to get many other people to try it. Walking up to others and saying, here drink this and let me watch you sleep makes you look like a creep, not an inventor." Yes, she was sort of making fun of him again. But still, potion. Ophelia was excited to test it, especially if it meant they could spend a bunch of time talking in the common room. Of course, the next few days might be a little crazy, but after all of the craziness died down, maybe.

And as she joked around, her grey eyes fluttered to the drawing she had laid out. The fact that he liked it was extra great, greater than great, greater than the Great Hall great. Because the drawing was special to her and wanted to draw a special place for a special person. And the fact that he said that she should draw more happy drawings, drawings of special places and special people. Well, she was kind of a step ahead of you there, Blue Eyes. She had four separate sketches of adventures they had over the summer hidden safe in a manila folder in her bag. Would he ever get to see it? Maybe. When she was a little old lady running people over with her walker and shouting at children to get off of her lawn. Then he could see. But until then, the special person was never going to be allowed to see the special drawings.

"Oh, thank you!" She meant it. It was a great compliment to 'Ophie. "Now I'm not going to be a starving artist anymore! Maybe I won't cut off my ear after all." Referencing ancient muggle artists always made you the life of the party. The little blonde remembered when she was seven and looked at a painting of the guy her mom had shown her. When she asked, her mother had told her in detail his whole story, and that might have been the first lesson that Ophelia ever got excited about. "Wait..." She put her hands up to her hair, running it through the soft blonde tufts that were left from the attack. "What happened here?" Her face contorted into a mixture of nerves and incredulous surprise, with the slightest hint of a joking smile behind it. Because that's what they did, joke around. "Oh, wait, that's not my ear, that's my hair. Maybe that can be my thing." Pause for dramatic effect. "Cool, I have a thing! Besides being a Queen and a dictator of course. Cool, I have lots of things!"

"Gun show? Please, even if you did have said 'guns' you wouldn't know how to use them." Austin flexed his arms. "These are what muggles would call a gun show." Okay, so the only real muscles he had were still from the detention he had last term, and those hadn't stayed long. But it was way better than Ophelia's. She was a girl, and girls rarely had muscles. This included the Blonde Queen.

He watched as the said Queen weighed the options. "If waking up early is going to be the maneuver, I'm going to have to spend every summer at your house. There's no way you'd wake up early without me." It was true that Ophelia had spent many days waking up around noon, while Austin had spent his time up early making conversation. He had recently found a love for the muggle drink 'coffee', and was glad he got some for his time at Hogwarts. He was hoping he could find a way to get the coffee warm. Maybe they'll have some in the morning. "Hey, Ophie, do you know if they serve coffee in the morning here?" Since she knew what it was in the first place, maybe she would know if they had it here.

"Well, there goes my plans for finding testers." He dramatically sighed. "I guess you'll have to do. We can test out my potion this Friday night. That way if something goes wrong, it won't interfere with our classes. But nothing will go wrong, so there's no need to worry." Nothing will go wrong. Promise.

He honestly loved the drawing. He was going to add it to his already growing collection. Along with all of those pictures she took over the summer. "I do love your drawings, and you have a nack for it. But I think you're better off with photography. Your eye for taking those pictures is amazing." He loved her pictures, and wanted to get some album going. That way he wouldn't lose any of them. It would be better than just taping them up around the dorm. They could easily fall off during the school year, and get swept up. Currently they were in his suitcase in a nice pile. Where could he find an album? Certainly not at Hogsmede.

05-06-2015, 05:09 AM	#47 (permalink)
keepmeclose22 DMAC Billywig Join Date: Aug 2010 Posts: 3,795 Hogwarts RPG Name: Evangeline Whitlock Slytherin First Year	SPOILER!!: Ophie Quote: Originally Posted by carpediem Okay, Ophelia could live with wild. Wild was good. As long as HE was the one who said it. At least with Austin, Ophelia knew he was joking. It was like the way she never said hi to him anymore. It was just something they did. And him being a wildcard was also kind of an adorable thought too. Like him unexpectedly dragging her to the tree, or the tree house, or getting into a fight. Seriously, the little blonde had never seen him like that. Maybe she would have to take boxing lessons from him or something. Seeing as he didn't think she was tough. "Excuse me, hun? I could take down twenty Nargles with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back! I mean, not to brag, but this is a pretty impressive gun show over here." One of those muggle phrases. The weirdest part about being both muggle and wizard was that you heard a lot of people say weird phrases that never made sense. "Penny for you thoughts", "one in the hand is worth two in the bush" and now gun show. They were guns. And wizards didn't even have guns. What would be the more appropriate term? Wand show? Wand shop? There had to be something there. And besides, if he got to pretend to be tough, so did she. To her, he wasn't the boy who fought Gregoire or the boy who could protect her. Ophelia remembered the Austin best who went by King Blue Eyes and sassed her when they first met. Or the boy who she offered candy to when he was sad. Or the boy who she gave her drawings too. Not some dude who would take out everything in his path. Although, there was some pent up rage there. Maybe he was like one of the superheros in the old comic books that just went crazy when he was mad. That would be intense. And as for the book she was writing in, the third year felt herself sitting up straighter as Austin advised away. He was, after all, an important part of this tradition too, and the fact that he was helping her -in this and their secret and hypothetical plans of world domination- was kind of awesome. Okay, more than kind of awesome. He was the best. Or one of the best. Then again, the other best no longer went to Hogwarts or inhabited this world, so technically he won out on that one. Annnnnnd it might be time to switch gears. "Waking up early and getting our own compartment, or making new friends because I'm not a morning person?" The thirteen year old pretended to weigh these exciting options. Making new friends was always good, but then again, if they could get their earlier, they could be as loud and weird as they wanted and nobody would say a thing. And they both did loud and weird well. Hence the wild card, and just plain wild. Scrunching her face up as if thinking harder, the Ravenclaw finally dropped her right hand as if making a choice. Unscrunching her face again, she smiled. "I guuuuueeees I can wake up early. But I might need some sleep. Be prepared, I was told I talk in my sleep." Mostly mumbling about nothing in particular, but still, talking. Which reminded her... "We still have that potion to test out! I mean, the more testing the better, especially because you're probably not going to get many other people to try it. Walking up to others and saying, here drink this and let me watch you sleep makes you look like a creep, not an inventor." Yes, she was sort of making fun of him again. But still, potion. Ophelia was excited to test it, especially if it meant they could spend a bunch of time talking in the common room. Of course, the next few days might be a little crazy, but after all of the craziness died down, maybe. And as she joked around, her grey eyes fluttered to the drawing she had laid out. The fact that he liked it was extra great, greater than great, greater than the Great Hall great. Because the drawing was special to her and wanted to draw a special place for a special person. And the fact that he said that she should draw more happy drawings, drawings of special places and special people. Well, she was kind of a step ahead of you there, Blue Eyes. She had four separate sketches of adventures they had over the summer hidden safe in a manila folder in her bag. Would he ever get to see it? Maybe. When she was a little old lady running people over with her walker and shouting at children to get off of her lawn. Then he could see. But until then, the special person was never going to be allowed to see the special drawings. "Oh, thank you!" She meant it. It was a great compliment to 'Ophie. "Now I'm not going to be a starving artist anymore! Maybe I won't cut off my ear after all." Referencing ancient muggle artists always made you the life of the party. The little blonde remembered when she was seven and looked at a painting of the guy her mom had shown her. When she asked, her mother had told her in detail his whole story, and that might have been the first lesson that Ophelia ever got excited about. "Wait..." She put her hands up to her hair, running it through the soft blonde tufts that were left from the attack. "What happened here?" Her face contorted into a mixture of nerves and incredulous surprise, with the slightest hint of a joking smile behind it. Because that's what they did, joke around. "Oh, wait, that's not my ear, that's my hair. Maybe that can be my thing." Pause for dramatic effect. "Cool, I have a thing! Besides being a Queen and a dictator of course. Cool, I have lots of things!" "Gun show? Please, even if you did have said 'guns' you wouldn't know how to use them." Austin flexed his arms. "These are what muggles would call a gun show." Okay, so the only real muscles he had were still from the detention he had last term, and those hadn't stayed long. But it was way better than Ophelia's. She was a girl, and girls rarely had muscles. This included the Blonde Queen. He watched as the said Queen weighed the options. "If waking up early is going to be the maneuver, I'm going to have to spend every summer at your house. There's no way you'd wake up early without me." It was true that Ophelia had spent many days waking up around noon, while Austin had spent his time up early making conversation. He had recently found a love for the muggle drink 'coffee', and was glad he got some for his time at Hogwarts. He was hoping he could find a way to get the coffee warm. Maybe they'll have some in the morning. "Hey, Ophie, do you know if they serve coffee in the morning here?" Since she knew what it was in the first place, maybe she would know if they had it here. "Well, there goes my plans for finding testers." He dramatically sighed. "I guess you'll have to do. We can test out my potion this Friday night. That way if something goes wrong, it won't interfere with our classes. But nothing will go wrong, so there's no need to worry." Nothing will go wrong. Promise. He honestly loved the drawing. He was going to add it to his already growing collection. Along with all of those pictures she took over the summer. "I do love your drawings, and you have a nack for it. But I think you're better off with photography. Your eye for taking those pictures is amazing." He loved her pictures, and wanted to get some album going. That way he wouldn't lose any of them. It would be better than just taping them up around the dorm. They could easily fall off during the school year, and get swept up. Currently they were in his suitcase in a nice pile. Where could he find an album? Certainly not at Hogsmede.