Ophelia (purevisions) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-09-23 17:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: laertes sinclair, character: ophelia sinclair, thread: complete |
Who: Laertes and Ophelia
Where: His room
When: September 18, Evening
Warning: Low/none
Status: Closed, Complete
Ophelia wanted to be out of her dorm (and the common room) for a little while. It wasn't that she didn't want anyone around- she would be glad to be with Laertes. Being around people right now was tiring and she didn't want to deal with that. That thought was the only thing she had in mind as she headed to her brother's bedroom, knocking on the door lightly. She knew the password but she thought she should be polite since she was coming uninvited.
When he opened the door she offered him a smile and walked in, hugging him before she moved to settle on his couch. "How have you been doing?" Because it was important that she knew he was happy, as always. She knew he was here for her and it meant she wanted to ensure he was comfortable with it.
Laertes frowned a little and indicated desk, and the pile of grading he'd been given to take care of. There was a reason he had whined about the new Runes students already. He was feeling a little fatigued too, although that was common for him at the start of a new school year as he adjusted to the routine again. Plus, despite having the help of a house elf, he'd managed to bruise himself in a few places moving into his new space in the castle and those were still healing, which was likely aggravating his fatigue. "How are you?"
Ophelia wrinkled her nose at the grading, shaking her head. It was a lot of work for him to do, and she would offer to help if she could have, though Runes had never come easy to her like they had for him. She looked him over and frowned slightly. "You haven't been resting well. If you need something you will let me know?" Because he was always the first concern. He was the heir. She was just a girl child and of no future consequence really. "I'm doing well. Just studying a lot mostly."
"It is nothing beyond the norm, Lia. You saw the bruises I got moving in. They are healing but it takes time." Laertes motioned for her to get comfortable either at his desk or the small loveseat he had in his room. "They make it more difficult to find a comfortable position." It was simply a part of his life that he accepted, like his role as heir, and his responsibility to look after his sister. "You are in your first weeks, and you are entirely consumed with study?"
"Just because it is normal doesn't mean I don't worry." It was true. She tended to worry about him a good deal more than she did about herself, and typically for good reason. Him being hurt was a concern of hers. A small nod at the comment about it being hard to find a comfortable position. "I have a few numbing potions you could use to help you sleep, if you want them." And to his next comment, she shrugged. "I'm working on a few theories for a couple new potions, and trying to figure out some mistakes I made."
Laertes wasn't going to tell her not to worry, knowing it was a waste of breath. It was enough to remind her it was not worse than what he normally dealt with. "Wish you to inspect the healing yourself? Or do you trust me to know myself?" He could tease her - knowing half the time she needed to see for herself, depending on her mood. "I will use more powerful things when necessary, but prefer natural sleep." At least when it was possible. He took enough potions on a daily or near-daily basis that he tried not to overmedicate. He wasn't afraid to ask for what he wanted though. "What kind of potion are you exploring now?"
Ophelia quirked a brow at him and rolled her eyes. "I trust you, though if you are not healed by next weekend I should like to check on you." That was one difference between them. She healed rather quickly for the most part and so even when she was bruised from their parents, it didn't last very long. "I know you will, but with work you do need to rest. I don't wish you to be overrun by the children because you are too tired." She ran a hand through her hair and shrugged. "A salve like the one I use over the summer, I am working on modifications for it to make it stronger and quicker-acting." And also to alleviate pain in use, which would be nice.
Laertes bruises typically took longer only because they were larger and deeper, and tended to rebleed more easily, delaying healing. "I am well past the worst of it. It is now mostly just my knee is bothering me… I think I had a bleed in it last night - no the healer has not looked at it. It did not warrant that level of attention." Not that healers could do significantly more for him than he could do with potions himself at this point, but they had more spells to keep track of his condition.
Ophelia nodded slightly at his assessment and glanced him over again. "You need to rest more. If you need anything from the shops I will go for you tomorrow. You stay in and heal up." Because walking too much when he'd already had a bleed in his knee wasn't wise in her mind. Her fingers toyed absently with the edge of her shirt and she offered a smile. "If you're good maybe I'll even try and find some surprise treat for you."
Laertes shook his head. "I am not an invalid, Lia. However, you are right I have no intention of visiting Hogsmeade tomorrow. In part, because as a part of the staff, I am no longer limited to going to town on certain days or times. I do not need to trip over the ickles on their first trip to town." He settled back on his loveseat.
Ophelia rolled her eyes at him. "You are not, but if you had a bleed in your knee clearly you need to walk a bit less until it is healed up." She looked at him with a quasi-stern look, though it was clear that she knew he would take care of himself. "Is there anything you need from there immediately that I should get for you?"
"No, nothing." Laertes shook his head. "It is not as though I could not get something delivered should I realize I need something anyway. You can go and enjoy yourself." He knew of course that he could say whatever he wanted and that Ophelia would do what she wanted anyway. "Spend your afternoon in the Apothecary or some other such store."
"I need to restock a number of things." This murmured pensively. She had been trying a number of different formulae to improve on the potions and salves she had worked out for him, but it was hard for her to have enough to work on the numerous modifications she wanted to try. "I think maybe I will try to get some more sugar quills too." Because small treats were nice when she had the spare money to grab them.
"I'm glad to hear you thinking of fun things to stock up on," Laertes admitted. He worried his sister was too serious sometimes. He tried to ensure she could find pleasure and happiness, especially when she did not always do it for herself. He settled back in his seat, shifting to allow his snake to find a comfortable position.
"Sugar quills are good." A small smirk and she pulled a pillow on the couch to her chest, curling around it. She liked having her brother as a refuge from the noise and bustle of the rest of the castle. It was a strange paradox that it was a quiet place for her and yet really the only one she spoke freely in.