𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟓 - 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, and the students were filing out of Hogwarts towards the Train Station at Hogsmeade.

Ophelia was disappointed that she wouldn't be able to sit in the same carriage as her dad, given he had used the floo network to go straight home, and since her classmates would recognise her father as their old teacher they believed it would be best if someone else picked up Ophelia from King's Cross Station. That someone else was Hermione's parents who kindly offered to drive Ophelia home after hearing about what had happened at school, she would be spending a couple of days with the Grangers before bringing Hermione back to her house for a long girls weekend.

Dragging her trunk into the carriage, she pushed it above her head in the overhead bay, sitting beside Hermione and across from Harry, while Ron plonked himself down next to Harry rather ungracefully due to the crutch under his arm. Ophelia attempted to get comfortable with Binx in her lap, who curled up quite nicely and basked in the slowly dwindling Scottish sun.

The four of them discussed what had happened in the past week, reflecting on what could happen in the next upcoming weeks. Ron grinning ear to ear as he pointed almost dramatically at Ophelia.

"Oi, you're coming to the World Cup too aren't you?"

"Yeah, I should be able to, why?" She told him, a grin spreading across her face as she watched the enthusiastic ginger beginning to explain his reasoning.

"Because it'll be loads more fun with you around, plus, Ginny and the twins will be there so no doubt that'll be some fun."

"Can't wait then," she replied honestly, absentmindedly pulling a fallen curl from in front of her face and tucking it behind her ear, a soft grin falling across her face.

Ron continued with his questions towards Ophelia, something that didn't go unnoticed by Harry, as he nearly wanted to scold Ron for being so obvious about it.

"So wait, you know how your dad is a..."

"Werewolf," Ophelia finished for him, an amused look on her face, she knew these kinds of questions would crop up eventually, and who better to ask them than Ron himself?

"Do you have any like... abilities?"

"Like howling at the moon and all that jazz?" Ophelia laughed, Hermione, giggling along with her while Harry cracked a smile.

"No, I only have small useless stuff. Like a stronger sense of smell, better ability to see in the dark and an allergy to silver. Plus my eyes go like a bit weird sometimes."

"What do you mean weird?" Ron asked further.

Ophelia laughed, she pointed her wand to the window and the door to their compartment, both going instantly pitch black so no light can be seen either way.

The only light left was the light above their heads.

"Hope you guys aren't afraid of the dark." She mused as she pointed her wand at the light, it went out and she closed her eyes for a few solid moments.

The compartment went silent as they waited for Ophelia to open her eyes again.

"Oh, bloody hell I bet it doesn't work now that I'm under pressure!" She complained aloud, her eyes squeezed shut as she concentrated.

"You can do it," said Hermione quietly "It's really cool she showed me yesterday."

"Wait you showed her and not us?!" Asked Ron about to burst with anticipation when finally Ophelia opened her eyes and everyone was greeted with her glow in the dark purple eyes.