Re: Mik and Ophelia
Ophelia shrugged. She accepted what he said as true for others, sure, but it didn't apply to her. She had to accept what was given to her. That was it. "Not pure. And don't know him." She took a sip from her glass before speaking again. "Will get to know I guess." Though that was a difficult process on the best of days. Her speech patterns made it complex.
"Yes. Past NEWT in potions." Because it was something besides art she could spend summers working on and studying. She would never have a role in any major political household, both due to her gender and the genetics of her future spouse. She would simply have to deal with what she could manage.
"Bigger things." Her voice was soft and she shrugged again. She knew that there was more to the world than school and he was from a wealthy family. It meant something. She lightly touched his hand to offer a bit of empathy, and the telltale flash of her Sight kicked in, blanking her mind for a moment before she looked into his eyes, murmuring, "So conflicted...."