Who: Amaury and Ophelia What: Talking. How specific I am! When: Sunday, May 25th. Sometime that evening Where: Slytherin common room Rating: PG Status: Incomplete
Amaury glanced up at the clock for what felt like the thousandth time that night. He wasn’t normally so preoccupied with the time, but he currently waiting for Ophelia to make an appearance and he was anxious. He had been restless even since he had seen her journal entry, and he had hardly been able to concentrate on his book. Of course, she had insisted that she was fine, but he wasn’t buying it; she didn’t sound fine, and he knew Ophelia well enough to know that she wouldn’t just come right out and say it if she was upset. He couldn’t really fault her for that for he was the same way but that didn’t stop her from worrying her.
What really bothered him was that he had no idea what was wrong. She hadn’t seemed too stressed about their upcoming exams, and regardless, the 6th year finals weren’t nearly as important as those in 5th and 7th year. In general, school wasn’t especially stressful right then so he had to assume that the root of the problem lay elsewhere. For a moment, he wondered if it had to do with his brother and whatever was going on between him and Ophelia. But he quickly dismissed that. He didn’t know if there really was anything, and Bastien wasn’t worth it; surely Ophelia knew that. Perhaps it was familial; he knew that her parents put a good deal of pressure on her, but that wouldn’t really explain why she seemed to hate the school.
But it really wasn’t any of his business, was it. If she didn’t want to tell him exactly what was wrong, she didn’t have to. Either way, he’d do his best to be supportive and cheer her up. Provided that she turned up. He glanced up at the clock again, holding back a sigh before he turned back to his book.