Ophelia (purevisions) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-10-24 10:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: laertes sinclair, character: ophelia sinclair, thread: complete |
Who: Laertes and Ophelia
Where: his room?
When: 10/24, early afternoon
Warning: Nothing really.
Status: Closed, Complete
Ophelia had been painting and really doing nothing else outside classes for days, and she started to miss being around Laertes. She had to check in with him on his potions, the things with Nico, and really just because she loved him. With that in mind she headed to his room, bringing a few snacks for them both.
When she reached his door she tapped on it lightly before murmuring the password that would allow her in. "Lae?" A smile offered when she saw him and she moved to kiss his cheek lightly. "How are you?"
Although the Headmaster could likely overcome Laertes security, only one individual had access to his small residence in the castle, so when the door opened, he was not at all surprised to look up to find his sister. coming to kiss his cheek. "Lia," he greeted her softly. "I am fine, unless you wish a specific analysis of my chronic condition."
Ophelia quirked a brow at him and rolled her eyes slightly. "No, that's not needed." She seated herself and tucked her legs under her, sighing softly. "I cannot wait until this year is over and I'm not surrounded by romantic fools."
Laertes arched his brow at her subtly, and reached his snake entwined arm to her so that his pet could wrap around her arm, something Laertes at least found comforting. There was some relief that Ophelia did not wish a detailed analysis of his condition - but concerned also at what concerned her instead. "Romantic fools?" he inquired.
Ophelia took comfort in it as well. She stroked the animal's head with one finger lightly and shrugged. "My moronic soon to be ex fiancé cannot comprehend that I have responsibilities and that there is no one on the planet I truly trust to ensure my happiness save you."
There was no small amount of relief that Ophelia was referring to Sorrento as her soon-to-be-ex-fiance. It was something Laertes had hoped would come to pass, though not the discomfort it might cause his sister. "He wishes for you to be as idiotic as he is? He is moronic." Laertes shrugged dismissively thinking about the half-blooded boy.
"He thinks I have any choice when I marry. I accept that it's going to happen and I know you'll ensure I'm cared for. Does anything else matter?" Ophelia raised an eyebrow slightly. "And you? The charms TA seems to be talking a lot to you..."
"When it is clear that our parents have failed with their machinations, you will have a choice. They will have no choice but to listen to me when I present them with a list… And I can delay them for some months with the insistence that they let me vet possible candidates, so that we do not have a repeat of Sorrento. They will have no choice then but to listen to me when I tell them who to make arrangements with. If you have a choice, there will be no better time to put forth the name to me, Lia." Laertes ignored for the moment her teasing. It was just conversation, a chance to use his skill with languages. He would not even consider his future until he knew that Ophelia was safe and happy.
Ophelia shrugged. "I find Alexei Vetrov pleasing to the eye and pleasant to speak to but I doubt he is available honestly." She didn't know for sure but it wasn't something that she counted on. "I trust though that anyone you would suggest would be appropriate to my taste."
"Vetrov wants to keep it in the family… though I doubt your roommate Sera will be pleased." Laertes shrugged, filing the name away. It was the first time in his memory that his sister had expressed any interest, although to be fair, it was the first time anyone had seriously given her voice. "Or select you a sixth year so as to delay things beyond just this school year, sister?"
"He is kind and intelligent, as well as pure. I cannot ask much more." Nor did she expect more. Someone that treated her well was truly all she sought. Anything else above that was just a bonus.
"Is older acceptable?" Laertes asked. Not that he particularly had anyone in mind - his roommates did not seem good enough for his sister, or he would have made arrangements for such before his parents selected the half-blood Italian boy.
"Older like you or older like father?" There were degrees after all. She would be fine with someone her brother's age but too old would get a bit repellant.
"I am barely a year older than you, Lia." Laertes pointed out. "And I do not believe you particularly liked any of my roommates. But the year above me perhaps… one of our housemates who is beginning to establish themselves…"
"I would not be opposed. I would rather someone that has goals and real interest in something than someone that just thinks life will be easy and thus does not seek to better themselves." Ophelia ran a hand through her hair thoughtfully and looked at him with a smile. "As I said, I trust you. I know you are looking for what will make me happy, and so I will be."
Laertes wanted his sister happy. It might not have mattered to their parents, but Laertes was determined to ensure it for her, as much as he could. Really, although Ophelia was embarrassed, Laertes was glad their parents choice was failing so spectacularly. It gave him far more leverage and control in the matter. "And someone who appreciates your painting." And other skills too.
Ophelia smiled and nodded. "I would like that too." She was grateful to have him. It meant someone cared for her rather than dismissing her out of hand. It made her happy to know that she was important to him in ways that no one else did. "Thank you for this. It's... I'm glad you're taking control of it all."
"I should have been from the start," Laertes grumbled slightly. It was a small exaggeration, but not much of one. He knew Ophelia best. And if his parents were going to arrange her marriage - and apparently they were - he was the one best suited to find her an appropriate husband. "So since that is settled for the moment, has anything else brought you here, or am I just fortunate you were between paintings?"
"I missed you. It has been too long." She smiled again at him before pulling her bag into her lap. "I brought us snacks. If you want something I've got plenty." She pulled out a few things and set them next to her. "You've been eating well I hope?" Because she couldn't watch as closely when he was at the staff table.
"It is different, not living in the same dorm… in not having the common in common," Laertes agreed. He liked having his own space in the castle; he liked living without roommates, but there was a price to that obviously. He was amused as she fixated on his eating. "Eating has never been a problem really, Lia. And before you ask, I have been taking my potions."
Ophelia nodded at his assessment. She missed being able to see him easily whenever she wanted. The curfew in place made it more complicated since she couldn't be out after a certain time each night. "I'm glad you have. How have your students been? Still terrible?"
"When both the professor and I speak at least four languages, it is difficult to appreciate their struggles with a single written language of power." Laertes knew each of them were unusual with their breadth of language skills, and Runes were incredibly powerful… but they were not expecting deep or subtle understanding from the students, just the basic knowledge.
Ophelia laughed softly and shook her head. "You have the gift for language. I have not gotten the same unfortunately." Some of her potions books were in other languages, sure, but she had enough by way of translation charms that she didn't worry much on it. She had ways around the lack of extra languages in her repertoire.
Laertes had always enjoyed the puzzle of helping his sister translate the nuances of some of the potions scrolls she found, trusting his own abilities better than charms in this matter, although usually his sister had a good understanding, at least of potions scrolls, just because of her experience with potions. "It does not take a gift to learn to at least recognize basic meanings."
Ophelia shrugged. "To some it's much like handing me a book in Latin and expecting me to understand it. There's power in words, yes, but I still won't understand it." She adjusted to lean back against the arm of the couch, shrugging again. "It would be the same as if I handed you one of my potions and expected you to extrapolate from the book instructions how exactly to make it perfectly."
"You know more than they do, just being around me constantly," Laertes shrugged. "And you do not perfect a potion the first time, any more than early translations are perfect… but there should be some… thought to it, and they do not seem to think." Laertes rolled his eyes. "But you did not come to whine about the ickles. Let's play something."
A shrug and smile. "I learned from you. It was valuable to you and so became so to me." Her eyes moved to his and she shrugged once again. "Make it meaningful for something other than a grade. It might help." Because she had developed her potions skills to help him, not because of the class. "I came to see you. Perhaps chess, though?"
"I am not the professor, though he does. I have far less patience." Laertes was here for Ophelia, and to continue his research and was open about that fact. "You see me. And you can see me beat you too."
Ophelia raised an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge?" Because they both were good at the game, and the only reason she tended to lose was because he was the one that had taught her to play. She started setting up the board for them and smiled, preparing for the game.