𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟖𝟎 - 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚, so much so that the window by Ophelia's bed was incredibly bright, as though the second coming of Christ was hovering outside her window, didn't stop her from covering her head with her pillow as she flung up her middle finger at the potential second Jesus.

Hermione sat beside Ophelia as she tried to shut out the brightness, pulling the pillow away to reveal a particularly groggy looking Ophelia, she threw the pillow out of Ophelia's reach so she would have to get up to get it, much to the annoyance of Ophelia who stared up at Hermione who was already dressed in a pink beret clipped to the top of her head, Ophelia propped herself onto her elbow and reached for her leather jacket that was hung up on her bedside chair, grabbing a cigarette from her pack she popped it in between her teeth as she swung her bare legs over the side of the bed, strolling idly into the bathroom.

The door shut behind her, and Hermione sat on her bed waiting for her to reemerge from the bathroom.

"Oh for FUCK SAKE!" she heard Ophelia shout from the bathroom.
Cracking the door open she leaned against the doorframe in nothing but her underwear as she let a puff of smoke escape her lips as she spoke.

"Those fucking shits have gone and put fucking roses and hearts everywhere!" Ophelia explained, grabbing a handful of clothes from her trunk, Hermione made a noise of protest as she gestured to the cigarette dangling ever so casually on her lips and Ophelia waved her off.

"You shouldn't be smoking Phee, you know your dad hates it and so do I to be quite frank."

"And to be quite frank, you're not the one who has to relive every bad memory you've ever had every time you want a bath, so I'll take my respite where I can, thank you. And also, I'm hungover, give me a break, how are you not at the very least grumbling about it."

Hermione huffed, and said "Because I made myself a potion, didn't think to save you any so I'm sorry about that, but can you not do it here then? I have to sleep here."

Ophelia reemerged from the bathroom fully clothed this time, a pair of tight-fitting dark denim jeans with the red and grey striped jumper she bought in a charity shop over the summer, her white cotton socks visible over the tops of her black leather boots to match the oversized leather jacket she slung over her shoulders. It was evidently a lazy day for Ophelia, opting for a natural brown smokey eye to drag attention to them rather than her hair which she had haphazardly thrown into an untidy ponytail behind her head, her bangs framing her face made it a passable appearance.

Grabbing her bag, she shoved her copy of her impeachment inside, letting the weight of it sink in as it rested on her back.

"Alright, I'll smoke elsewhere in the castle alright? Not here anymore, compromise?" Ophelia said stubbing out the lit end of her cigarette before tucking behind her ear for her to smoke the moment they stepped outside.

"No that's fine, thank you," Hermione said, taking Ophelia's arm as the two of them made their way through the castle to escape the lovey-dovey atmosphere that clung to the air.

It honestly made Ophelia gag and she wore her disdain very plainly on her, she couldn't imagine going back to being so open with her feelings on such a cliche day, maybe she was bitter.
No, scrap that, she was bitter.
She was envious and jealous of those who could happily celebrate a day so pink and sweet.

"I can't wait to get out of here Hermione, I'm starving," Ophelia grumbled as she put her hands in her pockets as the two strolled along, still arm in arm.

"We should've gotten something from the castle before we left, or we could've made something-"

"Not going to lie, Hermione, I want someone to cook for me for once, but I can't imagine anyone knowing what to cook."