Getting over one's first love was always a task people people deemed hard. Ophelia Greengrass, however, finds it to be even harder as she has to get over her first love whilst being engaged to his little brother.
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❝we may be in a love...
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there are many creative ways to describe james fleamont potter. yet, subtle would not be one of those adjectives. a day after ophelia's 'birthday', march rolled in and she begged merlin for a time-turner to drop out of nowhere.
it was the 6th day of march and the first thursday, something the blonde girl dreaded more than death itself. because in a few more weeks, it will be james potter's birthday.
she loved the boy like a brother, yes, but james and sirius have this 'thing' where they throw a party for the day his birthday lands on. it just so happens that the 27th lands on a thursday, meaning every. single. thursday. the two of them are going to have a party.
it has been an hour since the party started and ophelia managed to slip away from the crowd. she managed to sneak away to the astronomy tower, hoping a couple wasn't making out in that spot.
"thank merlin it's just you," ophelia said as she panted, her eyes on the boy who looked at her with a curious eye. she moved towards him, her hands on the railings and her head on his shoulder as she still tried to catch her breath.
after a while, she tells him about james' party and her plan on escaping. regulus chuckles at her dilemma. "well, as long as you're here, i have something to run by you."
"oh?" ophelia smiles. "consider my interest peaked, mr black."
"well, you see— oh fuck how do i say this, uhm," regulus seems so nervous that ophelia rubs his shoulder as a sign of support. "you know how you said you wanted a marriage like your parents? one of honesty and care?"
ophelia hums as a response.
"screw that plan," he exlcaimed more aggressively than he meant. a blush, the most adorable blush ophelia has ever seen, looms in his hollow cheeks. "i mean, it's a nice plan but, i don't want it. i always knew i would end up marrying someone i did not love but — we can try."
"try?"
it was easier when he practiced in the shower. "try to— make this love not-so unrequited?"
"oh, i see." ophelia simply says as she takes her eyes off regulus and up at the sky. he hated the silence that followed as she kept her eyes up. eventually, she looks back at him and he realizes now she was thinking. thinking of the outcomes if she accepts his plan. "well, for me to love you, i have to like you in a romantic way, and for me to do that, i have to know you better, art."
his chest feels a thousand pounds lighter. "why don't you ask me questions and i'll ask you questions then? we won't know everything about each other under a night but it's a start?" she nods her head, gesturing her hand and letting him know he can start the question. "i'll go easy and ask you favourite flower."
"why thank you, kind sir," ophelia bows as the two laugh. "but i'm gonna be a cliche idiot and say red roses. i just like the mythology backstory of it, to be honest and before you ask, the basic summary of the story is that zeus is a dick." regulus laughs. "favourite memory?"
