𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟑𝟓 - 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝙺 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 -- 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 -- 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 <𝟹

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𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙣𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙊𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖'𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙪𝙫𝙚𝙩𝙨, her tear-stained cheeks pressed into the comfortable pillows that littered her bed and that was all Ophelia could have asked for her best friend. If it wasn't completely bizarre to do so she'd have taken a picture to show Ron just to show him exactly what he's missing out on by not making a move, so he could appreciate her natural beauty.

They had of course stayed up late into the early hours of the morning talking at length about the boys in their life, they laughed and made fun of them while eating the stockpile of treats Ophelia had hidden away from her father's eye level by hiding them in places he'd have to stoop down to (sucks to be tall), sooner rather than later the conversation had turned somewhere into the emotional realm which brought buckets of tears from both of them.

"Do you think I did the right thing?" asked Hermione for the billionth time as Ophelia painted her toes.

Ophelia looked up at her and smiled warmly, "You did the right thing by them," she told her patiently as she rubbed Hermione's knee reassuringly, "It's one thing to be told what they'd do but to experience it first hand is... it's better to be safe than sorry, sometimes I wish I could do the same for my parents -- wrap them in bubble wrap and put them away somewhere no one would ever think to look -- if I could guarantee their safety I would."

Hermione laughed ironically as she twisted a sweet wrapper between her fingers, "The kids worrying about the parents? It's supposed to be the other way around."

"It normally is." said Ophelia as she dipped the applicator back into the varnish, "We've just got a unique situation where who we are puts them in danger... they have themselves to blame for it if you ask me, should've made us unremarkable that way no one would look twice."

Hermione laughed, "Do you think when they had us that they ever thought it would be like this?"

Ophelia shook her head as she pushed some hair behind her ears, "No, but every parent looks at their child like they're a prodigy and very few are right but I don't think it really matters if you're famous or not, making a difference on a large scale is not much different to make a difference with those closest to you."

"I don't think I've made a difference."

Ophelia dropped the varnish from her grip, it spilled quite dramatically onto her rug which she quickly fixed with a flick of her wrist. "You're kidding right? Do you know how much of a difference you made, you're the brightest witch of our age Hermione -- that title isn't just handed to any Tom, Dick or Harry."