Professor Ellis Blakewood

“You’ve bought a safety back?” Ophelia smirked up to him and then unpinned her hair so the curls loosely fell around her shoulders, she knew it would only end up down after the apparating anyway. “You really don’t trust me that much, do you?” She giggled softly and then leant on her tiptoes and placed a single kiss upon Ellis’ lips, knowing that soon this wouldn’t even be wrong, soon she would leave Hogwarts and her and Ellis could actually call themselves something. Wrapping her fingers around his, the deep feeling of nausea spread over her, not because they were about to apparate but because at any given moment, whilst they were in the air, whilst they were together even whilst she leant up to give him a kiss, he could spot it. He could spot the thing that could ruin them instantly, he could spot the mark. “Is that really your passport?” Ophelia gazed down at his pocket and saw the little booklet pop just over his trouser pocket line. “That’s a back up, right? Or were you really planning on getting a plane by yourself?” A wide grin spread over Ophelia’s lips as the pair of them began walking down the ally way towards her new flat in London. “I found this beauty a few weeks back whilst I was searching for a home, she’s gorgeous.” Turning the corner, the pair were lead up to a single apartment, the walls were brick, the decor was from the olden times and there was a little hand painted post on the front of it. “Miss Blaire. Number 7.”

Ellis returned the kiss back against Ophelia's lips and now there wasn't a single nerve in his body or a voice in his head that told him to pull away from the kiss and leave her right here, right now. It was so right and now not in anyway wrong for him. Even if she didn't, Ellis already had them classed them as an item in his mind and knowing that he could trust someone like this again made him the happiest he'd been in a long time. "Yes, it is. Just in case we decide to not travel via apparition after all. I wouldn't go flying on my own. You'd have to wait hours in Norway just for me to arrive if I took the plane by myself." The grin that was tugging at his lips remained in position as he wrapped his fingers around hers almost in a reassuring manner as they continued to walk down the road that Ellis recognised from when he and Olivia-Rose used to live together. He gazed up at the red-brick building that stood tall in front of them and nodded to show that he approved of the place before turning down to look at her. "I like it. It's a decent apartment for sure."

[Flashback: Spring Break] A Tale of Two Cities Part 1 || Ellis and Ophelia

Ellis stepped out of his London apartment into the broad daylight, breathing in the fresh yet thickly polluted air that filled the busy streets of London. He turned quickly lock the front door and patted each of his pockets in his clothes to double check that he had everything, a mental list of what he needed already set in his mind. Keys, check. Money, check. Passport? He tapped his shirt pocket and sighed with relief when he felt the familiar shape of the passport through the material. He wasn't entirely sure how apparating in and out of different countries worked, but he took it in case. You could never be too careful. Check. Bandages and remedies in case of minor splinching, check. "Right." Ellis bend down and picked up his things and paced himself down the steps and out onto the streets of London, heading for where he was due to meet Ophelia in half an hour.

“In all honesty Ellis, I couldn’t give a damn about how you felt after shouting at me, you’re the one that chose to do it, not mine. I don’t what possessed you to say the things you did, but you’ve said them, you’ve hurt me and that’s that.” She shrugged her comments off, her eyes still sodden from the tears that had fallen there a few moments before. “But that’s in the past now and if you want exactly what I want then I’m prepared to fight for you-” She broke off, wiping her eyes with her sleeve as she stepped forward again, braving the full sight of him but not wanting to overwhelm herself. “I’ve never felt like this before.” She lifted her hand to her chest, her other arm falling helplessly besides her. “I mean I keep getting myself into situations where I know I can’t win, where I know I wont be the one that ends up with the one I want, but with you, I will keep trying because I know that what I feel towards you is something that I want to always feel.” After she had stopped rambling, she felt the the pressure of his hand in hers, the words that were flowing out of his mouth were something she’d never thought she would hear.

Ophelia was taking the words right out of his mouth. Everything she was saying was exactly how he felt, too. He was prepared to fight for someone who did truly mean something to him and not run away from them in fear that they'd end up cheating and clearly falling out of love with him. Ellis had had strong feelings for his ex, Olivia, and he never thought he would fall for someone so hard again if he ever lost her because she really was everything to him, and was also his his 'high school sweetheart', but that had all changed. He'd come to Hogwarts and met Ophelia Blaire after the break up and fell very hard for her. Harder than Olivia. "I've never felt like this towards someone either, Ophelia, and these feelings are something I never want to lose."

“What’s wrong?” She shook her head, caressing her temples for a few moments before glancing back up at him. “You have really no idea, do you?” She inhaled slightly, turning her back on him and dropping her head,  there was something inside her that wanted to hurt him like he hurt her, make him feel as little as he made her, but then there was another side, a side that wanted to drop into his arms and hold on to him forever, knowing that his arms were where she would be safe. “Ellis.” She turned, her cheeks turning a little pink as she used his name, knowing that’s what caused the last blow out. “I don’t care that I’m calling you that.” She shrugged, wiping her face of the tears and stepping forward. “You are what’s wrong.” Her heart was now hammering against her chest, her eyes fixed on his as the tears prickled away and her vision became clear. “Do you have any idea how bad you made me feel when you walked out? You don’t, do you? You’re completely oblivious to anybody’s feelings but your own and that’s the problem.” She stepped to the side, resting up against the corridor wall as she pulled her sleeves over her hands for comfort. “I really liked you, Ellis. I do really like you. You made me feel worth something, you filled the gap I thought I needed, I’ve fallen for you and I can’t stop myself from wanting more when I’m around you. Even now-” She dropped her head hopelessly. “I’m not strong enough to walk away from you.” 

Right now, he too, didn't care what she called him. Ellis, Professor, anything, nothing. He couldn't care much less at all. All he wanted was to hear what she had to say, to hear whether she hated him, didn't hate him, whether she forgave him for the words he shouted at her in the Great Hall a few weeks ago or not. That was it. "I'm aware I made you feel bad, Ophelia, but do you have any idea how bad I felt after I walked out on you and left you there?" Because it doesn't sound like you understand, either, he wanted to add on, but he had second thoughts. Those few words could only cause this to turn into another screaming match and that wasn't what he wanted, nor her, judging by what she was saying. Ellis was unsure on what to say when Ophelia had confessed that she liked him. He felt odd because he was a Professor and she was a student, but no one can help who they fall for. "You did? Or do?" He finally said. "You're serious? Because that's something I've wanted to hear for an incredibly long time, so I didn't feel so awful about feeling that way about you, too."

“So now you want to talk.” She snapped, eyeing him up as he tried to gently pull her away. “No.” She remained still, trying to force against him as he asked her to follow him. “You think you can yell at me, ignore me for weeks and then come here tonight and want to talk?” Her eyes widened slightly as she stepped back, turning her head slightly to make sure nobody was listening. “You don’t understand how much you hurt me, Professor. You don’t understand at all.” She shook her head, turning her body slightly as she prepared herself to walk away, but then that would be it, surely? If she walked away she would then be choosing her fate, she wouldn’t see or hear of him again and in a few months, she’d be gone. And never would she ever see him, the man she had so helplessly fallen for.

"Ophelia, please." Ellis couldn't plead enough for her to go with him. He just needed to get it out in the open. Even if she didn't feel the same way as him, he would of felt one hundred times better in himself knowing that she knows. His tone was low and monotonous. "Believe me Ophelia, I understand." You've been driving me crazy, he wanted to say, but decided that now wasn't the right time to say that. It was true, he had done nothing but thought of her each passing second of the day since their argument in the Great Hall. Thinking about how awful he must of made her feel, how she must despise every last bit of him, everything. When she gave in and walked next to him, he breathed a large sigh of relief, glad that she didn't walk away from him and refused to hear him out. He said and did nothing but give her a small thankful smile.

Flashback: 4th April - Unspoken Truths || Ophellis

Ellis felt nervous. Now was the time for him to tell her exactly how he felt about her. He couldn't keep it bottled up, not anymore. If he did, it would only constantly eat at him and not telling her is something he would most likely regret in a few years time when they no longer talked. He threw his hands up in defence. "I'm not here to shout. I just.. Need to tell you something." Ellis looked up, glancing around the room, deciding that this was far too public for him. After his confession, he wasn't sure what was going to happen so maybe going out into the corridors would be much better.