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Ophelia was surprised by the low percentage he gave her. She had honestly thought it was more. She viewed things the way she did because she thought muggles were incompetent. If she were to break a bone in the muggle world it would take months and maybe even surgery to heal. How could they live...

Ophelia shook her head. "It doesn't matter if she's having kids or not. Being with someone of the wrong status still looks bad. Makes her look desperate." She said with a scowl. He said he could agree with her though and Ophelia shrugged. "I mean, you're a Zhefarovich, aren't most of you blood...

Ophelia heard his remark about her mother and it both felt validating and also didn't sit right with her. "At least she had the foresight not to make me a mixed blood." She remarked. "Though she is testing the waters with him, I don't think he's a pureblood." She wasn't sure exactly where she...

Ophelia raised a brow. "Must have a lot going on with them to get lost in thought over them." She said pointedly. But he changed the subject and she scowled noticeably. "What can I do? I'm just a child and mother knows best or some nonsense like that. She'd probably just tell me how happy he...

"Head down, if you don't make eye contact with anyone they wont bother you.' Thought Ophelia. She made her way down the corridor watching for shooes to help her navigate where she should and shouldn't walk. She was pretty good at not bumping into people, but when they also weren't watching where...

Ophelia shifted uncomfortably. She didn't lie to save other peoples feelings. "I wouldn't know honestly." She said with a shrug. Was that horrible to say? She didn't know her real dad after all. She'd only known the men her mother dated. "I have some siblings like... 7 I think." She said...

Ophelia saw the frown on the girls face but frankly it wasn't her problem. She took the rose. "Thanks." She said before opening it, She then gave a small smile. But it wasn't quite a happy smile, looking a bit more devious than pleased. Well since the girl gave her this she should be a bit more...

Ophelia was trying to somewhat enjoy her breakfast, when she heard her name. She perked up, then she heard her last name and she whipped around. She stood and with a rather expressionless face approached. "That's me." She said, her icy eyes staring at the older student.

Ophelia nodded. “So you’re a silver spoon baby just now experiencing the world.” She spoke, clearly thinking she knew about those types of people. She did enough reading for it. Sociological differences interested the child. “Must be weird going to a school like this now.” She said pointedly.

Ophelia was surprised by his name. “Woah isnt your family like old world magic and crap? Wicked.”

Ophelia listened but didn't know how much she believed him. "People still shelter their children? No point, world will just kick them in the face harder." She said honestly. "I'm Ophelia, uhm Dragonova but since you're sheltered I guess last names don't mater."

Ophelia raised her eyebrow. "Are you one of those people who lives off drama?" She asked. "No, My dad is dead." She said in an almost nonchalant way, it wasn't like it was some secret. "I had a step dad but he and mom fought a lot so now I don't." She added.

Hated the idea of a shrink being anywhere near her. Even just someone that thought they might want to be one. "If you must know my mother is in there making a fool of herself with the charms professor." She said making a face as if disgusted.

Ophelia followed but mostly because this was the only exit. “What are you some kind of shrink in training?” She asked.

Smirked. “If You cant find a place for flames to fit in then you aren’t thinking creatively enough.” She responded. “I’m also on my way out.” She casted a glare back at where her mom was.

“Honestly someone should think of including fire in the decor.” She muttered. She looked up at the older student. “You are.” She said bluntly.

Ophelia backed up and dusted herself off as well to straighten any wrinkles in her dress. “The fire is back there. Hence me going this way.” She said, though he still stood sort of in her way unless she shoved past others.

Ophelia was miffed. Her mom dancing with some Professor guy. What was the deal with that. She stormed through the hall and toward the exit before running into someone. “Ow!” She complained.