Oh, Ophelia | Tom Riddle

Fuck Off

Sort of a spacer chapter, sorry

Ophelia was at work, it was surprisingly easy being a secretary, except when doting marks sent flowers to your place of work. He had sent her roses. She smiled and shook her head at the note as she set them on her desk.

"Miss Goldhart, where is my coffee?" Asked her boss a Mister William Aisling,

"Right here Mister Aisling, two creams no sugar." She said as she handed him the coffee,

"What appointments do I have today?" He asked, looking between her and the flowers she had on her desk.

"The President is coming to see the new exhibit on wands at ten, and then at eleven your family is stopping by for lunch. I've already made reservations at-"

"Vidalle's?"

"Yes, sir, and then at one you have a meeting with the curator of the Royal British Museum about who gets the excavated artifacts found on the royal merchant. British ship, but American territory," she said,

"Who are you routing for?" Asked her boss, looking over notes on a clip board,

"I don't know, will it sound unpatriotic if I say that since it is on American territory then America should get it?" She asked,

"No, I would say that sounds factual," he said, as he walked into his office,

Ophelia sighed and looked at the roses. He seemed to be really into the idea of a whirlwind romance. Where did Grindelwald find these blokes? It was a little more challenging this time around. He wasn't sensitive at all. In fact he seemed to like it when she was a little bit mean.

It also meant if she praised him, he was practically glowing. She had a date with him to see the opera tomorrow. And then she got to see her father. Who was being malnourished. She could just feel it.

Ophelia took a deep breath and continued to put together the contracts for the British Royal museum to sign. 

"Roses for Rose, eh?" Said the Italian girl who worked in the Gift Shop named Lorna,

"Very original," she said, stapling the forms together, she had to have them ready in case of any decision. "Would you like one?"

"Oh, no, I could never. My fiancé Christopher would never hear of it." Said Lorna touching the roses almost longingly before snapping out of it, "In New York less then two weeks and you've already got an admirer,"

"I can only imagine how many you have, Lorna," she said and Lorna laughed,

"My fiancé, Christopher was the first. Childhood sweethearts," she said,

"That's so sweet. Did you meet at school or," asked Ophelia,

"We were at opposing schools, met at one of those dances held in community centres," said Lorna, "I just saw him across the room, and I thought this is the man I am going to marry. Isn't that romantic?"

"It is one of the most romantic stories I have ever heard," said Ophelia, Lorna seemed to glow with the triumph of validation,

"I need to go, cash registers to be manned, you know." She said,

"I'll see you at lunch?"

"Of course," said Lorna before walking away.

They always ate on the steps of the met. It just felt really extravagant, well Lorna started it but not having many friends in the city, Ophelia didn't mind joining her.

Ophelia really liked New York and it sucked that she would have to leave it. The door to her boss's office clicked open to reveal he'd stained his shirt with unremovable ink,