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Ophelia (purevisions) wrote in carpediem_rp,

Ophelia finished with her journal for the moment, tucking it and her sketch pad into her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. It was sort of a comfort even if she didn't think she'd be drawing at the table today. It occurred to her that she could ask him to pose for a sketch or a painting in exchange for studying help. She was no Ravenclaw but she was clever enough with most things to be useful. She checked her hair -not that she tended to put much effort into it, but she verified that it wasn't sticking up before she headed out,

After she was certain she looked presentable with no more than the normal paint and ink that always settled on her hands no matter how hard she tried to clean it, she headed toward the Great Hall. She glanced around subtly when she walked in, smiling a tiny bit at her brother at the staff table before she headed to the Slytherin one. She quickly noted that Bucky (But he was James now, right?) had set himself and by default her a bit away from the rest of the people and the chatter. The fact was oddly comforting. Not that she'd expected him to want to be near everyone else, but one never knew.

When she reached him she lifted one hand in a slightly awkward wave before sitting by his side, her bag taking up the seat next to her much like the presence of another person.