#aeterna:starter

“Which of these do you like better? The Blue Chiffon or the Gold?” Ruth asked the other, holding up fabric swatches. “Ugh, I should’ve started this sooner; I’ll never get it done in time.”

“Easy does it Mister Parkinson.” The matron said softly as she secured the last strap on the sling supporting his right arm. “Any crazy movements and you’ll dislocate your shoulder again and I’d rather not have you back in my hospital wing again. At least not until Quidditch season,” she says with a stern look, which slipped into an easy smile. 

“How about this,” James said, a playful smirk on his lips. “Let’s play a friendly game of Quidditch. It can just be a seeker’s match. If I win, you do my potion’s essay and if you win, I’ll owe you a favor. What do you say, hm?”

Even though Ophelia had grown up in Sweden and attended school in Scandinavia, her English was nearly perfect due to it being her father's first language. But, being multilingual helped her escape from many situations. Her current one was from a group of third year girls. Normally she would just say something to scare them away, but they seemed content on following her around and idolizing her after she’d hexed a fourth year that’d been picking on them. It wasn’t something out of kindness, but the group had quite literally been standing in her way so she removed the fourth year from the situation. After scaring her off, the third years had apparently thought she’d done it to stand up for them, no matter how many times she tried explaining to them it wasn’t the case. 

“Nope, no date to the Yule Ball. People seem to think that cheerleaders would be the first picks but we’re not, it’s the Quidditch players that are. Everyone loves a Quidditch player.”

“I wouldn’t really call this sulking but I am rather upset that I haven’t found anyone to be my date for the Yule Ball. Imagine me- a champion not having a date! It’s embarrassing.”