Who: Ophelia Smith and James Bradfield.
What: Hospital Wing visit and mayhaps some lecturing from James.
When: Afternoon, during one of Ophelia's free periods.
Where: Hospital Wing.
Warnings: Some swearing and stealing (from her brother, so it's okay).
Rating: PG.



Ophelia was worried, which bothered her because she was hardly ever worried. It was a little after two o'clock and she had been loitering around the almost empty Slytherin Common Room, thinking of things to do. Ophelia had managed to finish writing the thirteen-inch Charms essay for James as well as the rather torturous essay on human Transfiguration assigned to them that week. Her mind wandered vaguely to her close friend's rather blunt reply to her journal entry and it stuck there. Why was it so hard for him to understand that she didn't exactly know how strong her feelings were? Ophelia was practically out of her depth in the current situation. She'd heard the girls in her dorm speak about 'liking' or 'fancying' someone but she'd never really involved herself in those conversation enough to know the difference between the two. What she felt about Dorian was inexplicable, as far as she knew.

Sighing, Ophelia made her way to her dorm room and pulled out a large canvas bag from her school trunk. She hesitated for a minute before deciding not to bring her sketch book and some charcoal sticks. She doubted she'd be able to draw while she visited. Ophelia wasn't one to go unprepared, of course, and she knew exactly what would distract James enough to stall the topic. She made her way to the Seventh Year boys' dormitories, feeling a little sheepish. She didn't really want to be caught lurking around her brother and Dorian's living quarters so she was glad to find the place deserted. Working quickly, she managed to find East's old turntable and two records from his trunk. Ophelia had heard James talk about Muggle music long enough to know which ones he seemed to favour. She carefully placed East's possessions inside the canvas bag and made her way back to the incredibly chilly Slytherin Common Room. There had been puddles of water forming every day and Ophelia barely missed one by the portrait hole.

It took her the best of fifteen minutes to get to the Hospital Wing since she tried to avoid taking the route that her brother and Dorian frequented. Ophelia didn't think they'd take kindly to her visiting James after the duel. It isn't as if she didn't feel sorry for Dorian, he broke his arm and all, but this visit wasn't about the duel at all. James was sick and was clearly quite bored in the infirmary. Surely, if Dorian was sick, East would have been there to visit at one point or another.

Ophelia hesitated at the Hospital Wing's doors before shaking her head and walking in. She gave a curt nod to the severe-looking nurse before hastily walking away to find James' bed.