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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lily evans did not discriminate. she was a muggle-born in the midst of a war — she couldn't discriminate. but here she was, her fiery red hair in a bun as she munched her breakfast cereal, staring at her blonde slytherin friend.
she and ophelia had met when remus introduced the latter during the middle of lily's second year. the three of them had a lot in common and got along well, which made them into a triad. they would meet once in a while, have tea and chat in the room of requirements.
but she couldn't help but question ophelia now, as she laughed at something evan rosier had just said, rosier's hand was on venus parkinson's shoulder. even laughing, the greengrass girl had her head resting on regulus black's shoulder. beside them were mary yaxley, her arm around her partner, steve zabini, and caroline crouch, her head resting against her girlfriend, cherry osborn's shoulder.
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"you're becoming one of them, you know," lily said as she, ophelia and remus walked to the room of requirements. the latter sent her a warning look, telling her this was not something they should discuss.
ophelia laughed, not sure what this conversation was going to end, not seeing how remus reacted to lily's words either. "who?"
"the slytherins," lily spoke as she waved her hand around the air, trying to express something.
"i'm a slytherin, lils," ophelia scoffed as she stopped walking, placing her hand inside her pockets and making lily face her.
lily, once again, ignored the look remus was sending her. "you were alwasy a good one."
a good one. ophelia was the good one between her friends? she was good compared to evan who cried whenever they see an article from the daily prophet entailing death. venus, who cries herself to sleep at night, wondering what would happen if people found out about her squib of a brother. regulus, who wears jackets and cardigans to hide the scars his father gives him.
mary who flinches whenever someone gets too close to her, steve whos parents haven't talked to them since she came out. and, sweet, sweet, caroline who would throw herself in front of her brother so he would not get hit by their father.
a good one. "are you saying my friends aren't good?" she asked, her tone slightly raising. lily didn't answer her so ophelia turned around to face remus, hoping he would say lily was wrong.
"lia," he said, carefully, as he raised his hands on both sides of her shoulders. but she knew that tone. that was the tone she used when she told remus about mark hannagan. a tone used when you were going to dssapoint someone. so she pulled away and stared at him. "you have to admit, the company you keep..."
"they aren't good people, lia," lily spoke, harshly.
ophelia turned around, the hurt in her eyes as she stared at her friend. "who gave you or remus or anybody else to dictate what is good and what is bad?" she looked at remus then at lily. "you know nothing."
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she busted in regulus' dorm room, glad that none of his dormmates were there and sat down on the left side of his bed. he was about to ask her a million questions when she started ranting about what happened and what lily said.
"and then you just left?" regulus said as ophelia moved upwards to his bed, her head hitting the pillow and she let out a grunt. "i know what'll cheer you up, mother sent me one of my favourite books from home," ophelia slightly turned towards him, showing she was interested.
regulus smiled as his right hand bended and reached for something on his night stand. ophelia recognized the cover from her mother's bookshelf, a tale of two cities. she smiled as she leaned into him, her head resting between the space between the shoulders and head.
"chapter one; the period," regulus spoke. "it was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only."
he was already on book two, chapter xv; knitting when quiet snores came from ophelia, regulus glanced at his window, seeing how dark it was, and he didn't even realize she had fallen asleep. regulus carefully placed the book back on his nightstand, not before hearing annoyed groans from ophelia as he unwrapped his arms around her.
but when he went back into his bed, wrapping is arms around her, she let out a happy sound and snuggled closer to his neck, he would have laughed if she were not sleeping so peacefully.
that's all it was that night, sleeping peacefully. no nightmares. no drowning. nothing. just the feeling of peace.
