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WARMTH! Hayden wasn't a big outdoors-y person, but she was warming up to it. Hehe no pun intended. What she particularly disliked was the cold, so she'd decided to venture out while it was still warm. It was really nice out, and it did seem like a good place to spend her time. But what to do? Hayden began wandering aimlessly, hoping that eventually she'd stumble across something that looked interesting. What she did end up stumbling across was the scene of a murder.
Hayden had almost tripped over the body. She hadn't really been paying attention to where she was walking, because she hadn't really expected there to be a person on the ground. Luckily she stopped herself just in time so she didn't hurt herself or the girl. Which may or may not matter depending on if she was dead or not. Hayden leaned forward, peering down at the body.
"Are you dead?" Dead bodies couldn't talk so if she did, that would mean she wasn't dead. It was a perfect plan.
Waitaminute,what? Ophelia has laid down to rest and enjoy the sun in the courtyard, and now there was a muffled voice nearby. Was this like a spy film? Had she drifted off and awoken in the middle of a nefarious plot? This was what the blonde was born for. Stopping spy plots that happened at Hogwarts. She was like her own superhero. Now if only she could do flips or cartwheels or any cool gymnastics moves like that, she might be able to scare the person above her away. Like a ninja.
The thirteen year old was so wrapped up in her imagination that she almost forgot the voice. The third year wasn't paying much attention, and didn't catch much of what the other person -probably a girl from what she did hear- said, but she knew it was to her. Which meant that she had to act fast. Lay still and pretend nothing happened, or awaken and greet the day and the no doubt nice person who just wanted to make conversation. She chose the latter, and opened her eyes to see what was above her.
A girl swam into focus, one she had never met before. She was pretty and seemed nice, though the youngest Clarke child didn't very much trust people who talked to those taking naps on the ground. Still, it might be worth it to engage.
"Yes." She hoped that the was the right answer, considering she still didn't entirely know the question. Looking the girl up and down in the nicest way possible, Ophelia took her time getting off of the soft grass. It was sooooo comfortable! "Definitely yes."
As she stood, the short girl felt the presence of water drying on her cheek and realized she had been crying a bit. Stupid nightmare! Wiping it awa casually and staring at the grass until it was all gone, Ophelia hoped that she would understand that this was never to be talked about, ever. 'Ophie Clarke didn't cry. She might have looked like she was going to sometimes, but the short haired girl never cried. Okay? Okay.