Ophelia and Laertes
Ophelia was working on a few ideas, hiding out and keeping to herself. Weekends were good for that, because no one really looked to bother her. It was unfortunate that weekdays were not as free for her, but she supposed it had to be that way. She frowned a bit when she heard Emrys in the room, but not there. That was strange. She didn't think that it was something that she'd heard before.
The words though widened her eyes and she froze. A glance to the window and they widened even more, her body tensing. Here? No. That was not okay. Instructions had to be followed. But she had to find her brother too. And yet her mind wasn't working - she couldn't move, even as her potion bubbled over the cauldron.