𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟑𝟖 - 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝙊𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙙, alone in the hospital wing with not a single soul to disturb her, all she could hear was the wind brushing the dust from the stone corridor and the gentle taps of rain against the old glass windows.

The hospital was cold, and the only thing that kept her company was the single candle beside her bed; Snape had insisted on Ophelia not being allowed any company in mind of the fairy dust used to "keep her stable." Given that it was a hazardous substance, she was to be quarantined alone, for 24hrs. And also, someone had tried to poison her, and once they realise they failed in their task to kill her they may return to finish the job.

You should've seen the look on Madam Pomfrey's face, thought Ophelia. Her whole ward cornered off because of Snape, she'd done a physical check on Ophelia and insisted that she was completely healthy and fine.

But Dumbledore took Snape's side and that was the end of it, when Harry, Hermione and Ron dropped by after Crouch was found dead to tell her and to visit her they were turned away.

Yet Ophelia didn't see it as a downside, more as a learning curve; whatever this new power was that had been given to her had become a part of her now. She felt completely normal, aside from the fact her natural magical abilities had been enhanced in a scale she couldn't compare to.

She snapped her fingers, and usually, the small flickering flame that would appear on the end of her candle wick appeared on the very tip of her finger instead, yet it didn't hurt, it tickled, but she didn't feel the heat unless she put her other hand directly above it.

Furrowing her brows, she decided to test her limits.
She sat in her pyjamas, as she made random objects swirl around her, she laughed to herself in complete surprise and achievement, it was like the Empire Strikes Back, where Luke could make rocks levitate.

And she didn't even need to use Wingardium Leviosa.

Perhaps one day she could lift a whole plane like Luke did, but baby steps for now.

It was self-gratifying, she felt a buzz from doing something that she thought to be almost a myth, witches and sorceresses have been using wands for centuries that she almost forgot that there was a time before wands, a time where anyone with magical abilities had to learn through trial and error, where to be a powerful witch or wizard showed incredible drive and dedication, skills that were so advanced could've had you heralded as either a legend or the antagonist in ancient myths and legends.

The fact she didn't even need to think about what she needed to do, her body understood her and acted upon instinct and almost without consequence, almost.

Almost as in, she had a constant ringing in her ears, it wasn't like when something loud happens and you can hear a little ringing noise, it would come and go ranting from being a faint hum to blaring at her.

She was sure it was the fairy dust, there seemed to be no complete way to understand the ringing noise, there was no logic to it, she thought for a moment she was like a metal detector the closer she would get to an object the louder it would get, except when she walked around the empty ward there was no consistency. If it was loud near one bed it was silent at the next one, and when she came back to the first one it was gone, if she could hear the hum by her cabinet she couldn't hear it by the cabinet by the door.

It was maddening.

But if she concentrated hard enough she managed to tune it out to be a rather faint hum, it would vibrate at the back of her head, she could feel it, but it wasn't as bothersome though her nose would bleed if she did so, there was no way around it, either she listened to the ringing in her ears or she would tune it out and get a nose-bleed and a very faint headache that she could deal with, all of this she didn't mind that if it meant she could sleep.