Her head darted in his direction at screw, father but she didn't speak out against it. How many times had she wanted to share that sentiment? More times than she could count... But it was different when someone else said it.
Again, his home-truths struck home. She had been attempting to do something different. She didn't want the traditional colours and had said as much when her mother had tried to hang velvet drapes from the walls. Equally, she didn't want to look foolish and out of place. She cared about appearances--about what people thought. She supposed that was why she took a step back, curious to see just what Regulus would come up with.
Oh...
Well. She took another step back, surveying the place with a genuine interest.
Her lips parted as his vision for the place came alive right before her eyes. The awning was a lovely touch and even the blue wasn't too offensive. It was the red flowers, however, that caught her eye most of all. Her favourite colour, the one she only ever wore on her lips, dotted on the front felt like a touch of her. Even if it wasn't her idea.
Her wand came up on instinct, swapping the blue for a crisp white with a black, cursive font. The rest remained the same.
“Well, Regulus, you clearly have an eye for these matters,” Ophelia said as she pocketed her wand. It certainly wasn’t how she had expected the day to pan out--exterior design from Regulus Black. “The china and linens I have chosen are neutral, but I may have to continue with the floral accents inside.” Though she was too attached to the lavender scent to stray too far from it.
“You must come in for tea,” she said, motioning towards the door. “I would have been out here all day trying to get it to my liking.”