𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟑𝟎 - 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬.

A few week had passed since the Goblet of Fire and things had still not changed between Ron and Harry, in fact, things appeared to not change at all, much to Ophelia's dismay. However, Ron would turn around and avoid her completely so there were not many options for her to apologise or make amends, and for now, that would be fine. They still had not made any progress with finding out what the first task was and given the date was drawing closer it had Ophelia on edge, but Harry would always shrug it off unconvincingly.

Quite frankly, Ophelia's attention was drawn towards Hermione's thing with Krum.

She wasn't quite sure where it had started, or how, all she knew that it was increasing in frequency.

Given Hermione and Ophelia spent most of their dedicated time buried in books in the library, they had found that Mr Krum had been dropping by almost every day to speak to Hermione, though Ophelia wasn't too bothered either way with their flirting all she wanted was to concentrate on her homework or by doing mock exams in her free time.

Yes, she was aware of how boring it sounded, but quite frankly she could give less of a damn.

Ophelia had enough, however, one sunny Sunday morning when she had made plans with Hermione to study by the lake so they could at least catch the sun while it was up, and they were sat on the embankment watching the water create maelstroms every-time the squid moved.

As Hermione asked Ophelia questions from her flashcards, she answered them as she paced back and forth in the grass barefoot, her jumper, coat, shoes and socks had been discarded in a pile next to Hermione who was resting in the shade of a great oak tree. Ophelia rolled up the sleeves of her cream blouse which hung loosely on her shoulders, while she walked she held her fingers up to her lips as she pondered each answer.

"Ophelia I'm pretty sure you have this nailed down, stop stressing about it your making my hair get frizzy."

"It's already frizzy," Ophelia pointed out, stopping in front of Hermione whom rolled her eyes.

Plonking herself down on the ground beside Hermione she leaned back in the grass as she whined lightly,

"Well I'm afraid if I don't keep going over it then I'll forget it."

"Then closer to the exam we'll revise more, I promise. Now, can we please talk about how I'm going to sort my hair out?"

"Your hairs lovely Hermione," complimented Ophelia, looking up at her through shaded eyes.

Hermione scoffed, pulling at a strand of her hair she said "It looks like a rats nest in the morning and takes almost an hour to get it down to this level, I wish I had hair like yours, looks so manageable."

"Hermione I use like a ton of conditioner, plus I use a hair mask."

"What's that?" Hermione asks, Ophelia sits up on her elbows and takes a feel of Hermione's hair.

"I can see what I can do with this tonight if you want? I normally go to Poppy for hair advice since she's really into it, always wanted to be a hairdresser when she grew up, I could never be bothered with it, would wash it, brush it and call it a day. Didn't even know what split ends were before I came to Hogwarts, she forced me try out different stuff for my hair until it went like this, it was dead embarrassing. We used to convene in the 3rd floor bathroom, Moaning Myrtle always had something to say about my hair. It took everything in me not to yell at her that she was stuck with pigtails forever."

Hermione nodded enthusiastically, the two of them pulling out snacks from the bag they had brought with them. Leaning their backs on the tree they chowed down on sandwiches, bakewell tarts and scotch eggs with a good helping of cherryaid that Ophelia managed to sneak into her trunk. If a passerby was to walk past you would've thought the two girls were of high society the way they were sat, comfortable yet polite, sipping on cups of a dark liquid.