Ophelia watched her friend's pensive expression for a moment, intrigued. It seemed that her words had sparked something in her friend that they would have to discuss. She knew that certain things were not meant for all ears. Privacy was important in a lot of things, and she and Tracey knew that better than most. So much so that she knew exactly where they could go to discuss more personal things. Bezoar. It was a shop that most good girls wouldn't go into, but both of them were settled in the fact that they were not good girls. Lia had been brewing poisons since she could lift a cauldron, and Tracey wasn't far behind she imagined.
"Bezoar." A slight nod and she polished off the last of her drink before rising to her feet, glancing to Tracey to do the same. Her long hair fell over her face as she looked around from a reddish curtain, ensuring that no one was around that would question anything about their actions. She knew Lae would point out that the shop may not have been the best place to linger, but it was interesting to look around and she honestly wasn't that worried- anyone that would see them aside from the owner would just assume it was a novelty thing for her, or that she was looking for something for her potions for Lae. They were intricate so she sometimes needed to seek out rare items.
"Mine." In reference to the blood and marrow coming from some live donor. Her blood and marrow were closest to his in many ways, since she would not want to have to draw from their mother or father. She started to move toward the door, though a quick glance back at Tracey made it obvious the girl had no coat. A murmured warming charm- she was of age and so allowed to do so- and she headed out into the chilly outdoors. Ophelia was clever enough that no one questioned her grades, but she and Tracey working on potions was more than just about grades.