Ophelia (purevisions) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-11-03 19:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: laertes sinclair, character: ophelia sinclair, thread: complete |
Who: Laertes and Ophelia
Where: His room
When: Sunday 1 November, after news started circulating about the breakout
Warning: None really
Status: Closed, Complete
Laertes had gotten word of the breakout early in the morning. He'd sent a message to his sister soon after, wanting to tell her himself, before the rumors reached her or she read about it somewhere else. Their family after all was involved intimately in the entire affair. Far better to discuss it as family before facing the 'public'.
Ophelia followed instructions almost instantly when it came to Lae, and so she headed right to his room when she finished eating her breakfast. Part of her was concerned that something was wrong, so she didn't wait for a response from the knock, just headed in after tapping on the door. “You asked me to come?” Because it seemed important to know what was happening.
Laertes looked up from his book, "Good morning, Lia." He waited for the door to close behind her before raising his wand to cast the charms to prevent eavesdropping. He turned to his pet and spoke to him for a moment, watching the snake crawl off his shoulder to inspect the room's security before focusing on his sister again. "Just give him a moment to make sure we are secure." He assured her.
Ophelia looked a bit confused but nodded slightly, watching the snake as it moved around the room and eventually returned to her brother. She had only the basic idea of what they said, based on what Lae said to her, so she waited for him to reassure her and tell her what was going on.
Laertes nodded and replied to something his pet said, and then turned to Ophelia again. "Aunt Gertrude and Uncle Claudius are free. Her loyal followers were freed last night." He smiled a little at the idea, even though he had never known them. Their aunt and uncle had been imprisoned long before their births, but they had been raised with stories of their loyal relatives in Azkaban.
Ophelia too had been raised on stories of her aunt and uncle, and her own lips twitched into a smile too. She had always wondered if they would like her, would want her around like Lae did. Their things, many of them, had been left in the Sinclair household and she knew from that the love the pair had for each other, so different from their parents. “Did they go to mother and father?”
"I believe so, we have the protected parts of the house to ensure the family's safety, although obviously I have no confirmation of this fact. Communications are not to be trusted. If I can, I will go home for dinner next weekend to talk to our parents. I do not think I can make a case for you to leave Hogwarts in this circumstance." Laertes frowned, clearly not wanting to leave her alone either, but wanting to know what was happening too.
“Yes, so they would be safe. Obviously it wouldn't be to try and take me. There's no reason for it. Go, and see what is planned.” Because if he could floo or apparate to the house and come back the next day, it would hardly cause any trouble for her aside from missing him a bit because she didn't have anyone to talk to.
"I do not like leaving you… I will leave you my pet." Laertes decided as he was speaking. It would at least reassure him a little that he was not leaving her entirely alone. He didn't want to wait until next weekend to learn what was happening, but neither did he want to draw undo attention to their family by leaving immediately either. "Assuming Headmaster Emrys allows me to leave campus." They would need to find an innocent reason for him to go home.
“Perhaps a visit to your healer with my newest potion. We have to be sure it is suitable and bringing about the proper results.” She was Slytherin when she had to be, and relatively clever on top of that. Her eyes went to the snake and she reached to stroke its head softly. “I will be sure to take good care of him and not leave him alone. Perhaps I will introduce him to some of my roommates.” A faint smirk curved her lips at the thought.
"Particularly given the turnover in healers here at Hogwarts," Laertes agreed. It would at least be something the headmaster would find it difficult to argue against or deny. "Which means I need to owl my Healer too." This said with a small sigh. "It has been two months since he did a full analysis of my blood, he will want to take several samples when I see him."
Ophelia nodded. She knew that it was not fun for her brother to be poked and prodded but she also knew it was necessary. “I will prepare a small sample of your potion to take with you so he can examine that as well.”
"I will have some no matter," Laertes reminded her. He had to take them daily anyway, so that he would have vials with him, even for an overnight visit. "And always carry more doses than I will need in case I am delayed."
“Yes, that is true.” Ophelia nodded slightly at his comment. He would be able to get checked out and see if the potions she had brewed up had brought about any sort of improvement. He seemed well lately but she knew that he rarely complained, taking his condition in stride as she did with her own gift.
He was careful, although good weeks would be followed with difficult ones. As the weather changed it often lead to greater joint pain. Ophelia was right though that he tended to keep his issues as quiet as he could. It would not due to reveal too much after all. There were enemies about. "It will make a good reason to go… and nice to see our relatives."
“You will tell me about them, when you return?” Ophelia was curious to know what they were like. While her gifts had told her some things, and there were family stories, she imagined that she could learn more from her elder brother’s input than anything else.
Ophelia knew more than he did. Laertes had only the stories of their loyal relatives. Ophelia, because of her gifts, had far more intimate knowledge. "I will share what I can when I return. And this week, we will be quiet, and maintain proper appearances of concern for the break-out."
“Of course. People will talk, and we must accept that.” She could ignore it, and she knew he could too. It wasn't anything, not to either of them. If people felt the need to make things up, they didn't deserve her attention.