𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟐 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

A gentle knock on the door woke Harry from his deep sleep, and he saw a blurry blonde figure approach his bedside and put a plate down as well as a glass of orange juice, fumbling around for his glasses, he noticed the fuzzy figure was holding them out for him.

The smell of buttery toast filled his nose as the figure of Ophelia became clearer as he placed his glasses on his nose, he sits up in bed and takes a bite out of the toast.

"Morning Harry, sorry I couldn't let you sleep in." she says softly. "We've got to head off to Kings Cross station in an hour and a half or we'll miss it."

"No, no it's fine. Thanks for the toast," he says, dusting some crumbs off of his lap.

"No problem, I can look over your homework while you get ready if you want?" she says, holding up his sheets of parchment.

Harry chuckles and muses

"If you can read my handwriting, Hermione always complains about it."

"I'm sure it's not as bad as you think, plus you haven't seen Vivian's, her handwriting is like trying to decipher hieroglyphics," Ophelia says playfully, brown eyes twinkling.

"Isn't that the 4th year in Slytherin?" he asks, trying his hardest not to stare at her but was failing miserably, not that she noticed or paid attention to as she was too busy skimming Harry's handwriting.

"My cousin, she's not so bad. Helps me out with Draco when he starts mouthing of."

She gets off of the bed gently, the mattress bouncing as she removes her weight from it as she reminds Harry to come to find her in her room once he's ready.

She steps into her room, given that she packed the night before and is already dressed all she needs to worry about is how much of a mess Harry made of his homework. She sits down at her desk, popping on her reading glasses in addition to pulling out a quill and a pot of ink she has spare, scanning over his Charms homework she only notices a couple of technicalities that are wrong and a couple spelling mistakes.

His handwriting isn't horrible, just uneven. It's charming, almost...

Harry steps into her room an hour later as she finishes making adjustments to the last roll of parchment he gave her, which was his potions homework.
"How was it?" He asks, walking over to her desk.

"Brilliant, I can definitely see how Hermione has an influence on you though you had a couple of spelling issues, I sorted it out though." she muses softly as she looks up at him briefly to offer up a smile.

She blows the ink dry before rolling it all up. Harry glances around her room noticing quite a few muggle items he has as well, his eyes fall on a Walkman resting on her bed, he picks it up and checks the tape inside. News of the World album by Queen is almost done.

"You have a Walkman?" he asks, she walks over and nods pulling out a box of cassette tapes from under her bed, "Dad prefers records still, do you have one?"

"No, I normally get what Dudley breaks," he says, putting it down on the bed again.

"Hmmm, he's your cousin isn't he?" she asks, Harry nods in response.

She suddenly grins, running over to her wardrobe, pulling out a shoebox.

She holds it out to him, and he takes it suddenly curious about what she is giving him,
Why would he want her shoes?

Inside is another Walkman, unused and still in it's box. His eyes widen and he shakes his head

"You don't have to give me anything Ophelia-"