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[7] : 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚

❨ 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕, 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 ❩

𝑶𝑷𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑨 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 weekend parties after Quidditch games, because they were crowded and everyone were sucking each other's people off or too drunk to function properly. But this year it was different, she had Benjamin with her and Peter and his new girlfriend, Blanche Lockmore, who was a Hufflepuff and Ophelia was slightly suspicious of her.

"I don't trust her Benji." Ophelia whispered to Benjamin, who handed her a glass of punch. "Thanks."

"She seems alright." Benjamin shrugged, looking at Blanche, who was dancing with Peter and he looked at his girlfriend next, who was frowning. "I get that you're looking out for Peter but he's a grown boy. If she breaks his heart, then he'll learn."

Ophelia sighed, looking at Peter, who was laughing at something Blanche told him and she frowned, feeling some type of way towards the pair. Was it hatred? Maybe only for Blanche, like mentioned, Ophelia didn't trust her. She might be a Hufflepuff but she's the reason why Ophelia was nearly expelled, she and Ford Freeman both. Was it jealousy? Maybe. Ophelia was happy with her own boyfriend by her side, but they lacked that. The way Peter was laughing, the way Blanche was smiling. Maybe Ophelia didn't love Benjamin as much as she thought she did, but she had to, didn't she? He loved Greek Mythology as much as she did, he was just as mischievous as she was. Benjamin understood her, then why did she feel as though she wasn't returning his love the way he was giving her?

"Hey, I'm going to talk to Pete real quick." Ophelia told Benjamin, her eyes still on Blanche and Peter, the pair laughing.

"Lia, let it go, I'm telling you that Peter will come to his senses should Blanche hurt him." Benjamin sighed, taking a sip from his punch, already feeling a little drowsy. (Sirius spiked the punch, but honestly, everyone expected it.)

Ophelia pursed her lips. Was Benjamin right? Or could he see that she cared for Peter more than what she let on? Maybe he was right. Peter was after all turning sixteen in a few weeks. "Maybe you're right."

"I'm always right love." Benjamin grinned, pulling Ophelia closet by her waist and the beach blonde haired girl let out a gasp, not expecting it at all. "Now how about you don't worry about Peter, just let your worries go...."

"Benjamin, you're drunk." Ophelia whispered, trying to push Benjamin away, who was softly kissing her neck, trailing kisses down to her collar bone.

"I'm always drunk," Benjamin whispered, placing another kiss on her collar bone. "Drunk on love."

Ophelia was suddenly fourteen again, smiling like an idiot after she shared her first kiss with the muggle boy next door. Her father was waiting for her, his arms crossed over his chest. He had asked her what she was doing, and Ophelia stammered saying that she was just playing with Evan and when her father yelled at her to stop lying, she had cried and told him everything. Tom had told her not to be drunk on love, grabbing her by the wrist roughly and told her to grow up.

"I need to go." She sniffed, pushing him away and she marched away, already heading for the common room portrait, needing fresh air.

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"I didn't know you smoke." Ophelia mused to Sirius, who took a long drag of his cigarette and he threw it down, crushing it with the tip of his boot.

"I don't." Sirius shook his head. "I sometimes do it when I'm stressed, or drunk or just depressed."

"What's wrong?" The girl raised a brow at her friend, who shook his head and Ophelia sighed, plunging herself next to Sirius. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"I know Lourdes, just not tonight." Sirius sighed, watching as the clouds rolled by before he closed his window and plopped down on his bed.

"Does James know his star Chaser—well except himself that is—smokes? I wouldn't tell him, ever." Ophelia faced Sirius, spinning around on his clothes trunk and she stopped herself just before she would fall.

"No, he doesn't need to know. I don't do it all the time. Why aren't you down at the party?" Ophelia sighed. She was expecting this question from either Remus, who was already asleep despite the noise traveling up the stairs, or Sirius.

"Benjamin is drunk and he got all touchy and stuff." The blonde confessed. "And...." She stopped herself. The only person who knows about her abusive shit of her father was Remus and he had vowed to never tell their friends this piece of information, as she had to do it on her own and when she wanted to. "Never mind, it's dumb. The party is lame without you anyway."

"A party can survive with Prongs for a little while." Sirius shrugged before he told Ophelia to turn around and he skipped into his sleeping shorts and Ophelia plopped on his bed, sleeping next to him. "Where did we fuck up Lourdes?"

"I fucked up when I was born." Ophelia sighed. "Jeremy was always so happy and helpful and I wanted to be that—until I did try to help someone and I ended up giving them a bleeding nose."

"It's okay to be sad sometimes Lourdes. You can't always be happy or helpful." Sirius sighed, looking at his best friend, who sighed as well, brushing away a few strands of her short beach blonde hair from her eyes.

"Unrelated question, do you sometimes look at someone you're not supposed to look at but you just can't help yourself?" Ophelia asked, placing her wand on his bedside as it was digging into her back.

"All the time Lourdes."

"This is depressing." She declared, looking at Sirius, who was already looking at her. "I need something sweet to lighten up my mood."

"Check under Wormy's bed, or Moony's. There's bound to be chocolate or something." Sirius shrugged and Ophelia went to Peter's bed first, finding a packet of chocolate covered cookies, licorice wands and she headed to Remus', where she pulled out a slab of chocolates. "Here, have my shirt, that doesn't look comfortable."

Sirius was right. The top she had on was compressing the life out of her. She had quickly slipped it off, along with her jeans and wore Sirius' shirt, which looked like a dress on her and she plopped on the bed again, already putting a licorice wand in her mouth.

"When do you think the party's going to end?"

"When Prongs breaks another table or Minnie decides to show up." Sirius shrugged, laying on his back, dropping one cookie in his mouth. "Why are we the fucked ones in the group? Prongs is literally the golden boy, Remus is a Prefect and Peter is just Peter, always happy and there. And then we have us. I was kicked out of my own house, burned off the Family Tree and I have a brother who treats me like I'm dead."

"And I have an oblivious mother, an aunt who doesn't know when to shut up, a dead brother and a father who lets out his anger on me." She chuckled a little. "Yeah Black, we're the Fucked Club."