"Alexei doesn't want me." Ophelia gritted out, "And he doesn't. He's fine as he is." He was dedicated to the cause and to doing what he had to do when he had to do it. Unlike the other two she had a distinct romantic streak, though it wasn't something she often acknowledged. It was almost embarrassing to her that such feelings existed, but she guessed it had a lot to do with all the reading she did, and perhaps a little to do with her aunt and uncle too. They loved each other- through Azkaban to now. Love had to exist as an important force if it could survive something like that and allow the pair to come out still needing each other. "He should have a woman he wants." She murmured softly, making it the last word, obvious that she would hear no contention. It was fact.
Ophelia watched as Ben and Tracey hovered over the book, then nodded at the young man's speech. "They are no longer true family. The Knights are your family. We want you as you are." Because that was what family did. Family accepted and looked after their members even when there was disagreement. She brushed her hair back and met Ben's eyes. "We will be there if and when you need us." Because she would be glad to be part of what was coming. She wanted the Knights to be known, recognized for what they could do. This was a step to that.
"The potion. I will start tomorrow." Because she knew it was needed. They all needed to be less physically vulnerable. As to a symbol, Ophelia looked thoughtful for a moment and motioned Tracey to bring her sketchbook from her bag. Once she was handed that and a pencil, she started to sketch out a few things, finally coming up with one that she thought suited. She pushed the book for the other pair to look, quietly twitching the pencil in her hand. Art came easily, and ideas came to her unbidden a good deal of the time, so she figured if they liked that, a spell could be worked out to cast it.