Ophelia Black is the daughter of notorious killer Sirius Black. Ophelia's mother Portia Black (a veela) died with her friends Lily and James Potter and so did Ophelia... atleats that's what the world thought.
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"I'm so glad you changed your mind, Ophelia. Although it was quite unexpected," I laugh as I sit across from Cedric. We are having a picnic in a small valley just off Hogwarts grounds. I didn't even know this place existed, and I'm pretty sure we're not allowed to be out here.
"Why? You seemed so sure that night that I would eventually cave." Cedric smiles and looks down at the flowers surrounding us, a bit embarrassed as he raises a hand to the back of his neck.
"Well... I was afraid you had feelings for someone else. And, I mean, a girl as beautiful as you—what are the odds you wouldn't have some silly boy trailing behind you?"
I can't help but laugh at how ridiculous he sounds. It's strange seeing an outsider's perspective of me. Everyone at Hogwarts seems to think I'm this confident, blonde bombshell, which I am, but most of the time I'm just... I don't know. Just Ophelia.
"Believe me, no other boys are interested in me," I say, as my mind briefly wanders to Harry before I push the thought away. "At least not that I know of."
"Well, it seems you are very much unaware of all the commotion you've caused at Hogwarts." Cedric plucks the flower he had been staring at and places it behind my ear, his hand slowly trailing down my hair. "No idea how envied you are... how wanted." He plays with the ends of my hair so casually, as if he's unaware he's doing it at all.
"Envied?" I laugh. "If people knew half of the things I have to go through—went through—I don't think they'd envy me. And the 'wanted' part," I sigh, annoyed. "That's all surface level. They think I'm pretty, and that's pretty much where their thinking ends."
"Well... I think you're pretty." I give him a fake smile. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe that's all anyone will ever see me as—a pretty face. "But I also think there's a lot more to you that I still don't know. And that intrigues me. You intrigue me. And if you'd let me, I'd like to get to know the girl behind the pretty face."
I can't help the small smile that tugs at my lips as I look up at him playfully. "And what exactly would you like to know?" He pretends to think about it.
"How about the deep stuff."
"The deep stuff?" My eyes widen in mock surprise at how he phrases it. He chuckles at my reaction but continues.
"Yeah... like—what's your favorite color?" I laugh and roll my eyes.
"I'm sorry, Ced, but you might have crossed a line." We both laugh for a while until he nudges me softly.
"No, but seriously. What is your favorite color?" I close my eyes for a moment as I think it over. I never really thought about it. I would say it's sage green, but another color seems to overpower it.
"...Red."
"Red? You, Ophelia Black, Slytherin princess, are saying that your favorite color is red?" I roll my eyes playfully as I look away, embarrassed. "Why?"
