Ophelia Mae Teller
HOGWARTS ALUM TRAINEE HEALER AT LIFE EMPATHIC TOUCH
416 posts
played by Lisa
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Oct 16, 2017 10:02:54 GMT -7
Post by Ophelia Mae Teller on Oct 16, 2017 10:02:54 GMT -7
Ophelia didn’t respond to Imogen immediately, not because she didn’t hear her, but because she actually didn’t know how to respond to that idea. It was almost...appealing, especially if Ophelia’s suspicions about Sarah were correct. Then the gravity of the suggestion hit her like a set of weights, and she closed her eyes. She had always gotten on well with Callisto, and Mina? Well, Mina had been sort of coming around to the idea of being an aunt for a second time, which was close to acceptance in Ophelia’s mind. “No...they’re fine,” she said, waving her hand in front of her. “If I’m going to get justice for my unborn child, they have to be alive. Especially Sarah,” she told Imogen, her face darkening slightly. At that moment, Ophelia’s anger was focusing in on the two eldest Oliviera siblings. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Sarah had something to do with this. And Dakota? Well if he wasn’t strong enough to face the next chapter after her tragedy, then he wasn’t worth wasting tears on anymore. “I know you won’t leave me Immy,” she said softly, smiling up at her. Imogen was more faithful than that; Ophelia had stuck by her side during her transition, just like her best friend would be by her side as she figured out the next steps in her life.
She sighed as she moved to get out of the bed. “I need to use the loo,” she admitted sheepishly. She was glad they hadn’t inserted anything in her so that she didn’t have to get up and use the bathroom, but it was a little painful to walk. Ophelia gritted her teeth and powered through though; each step, each jab of pain was a reminder of what was taken from her, and she wouldn’t stop searching for justice until it was won. Afterwards, Ophelia came back into the room and eased herself back into bed. “Can we talk about something nice? What’s going on at Hogwarts, what crazy antics did the kids get up to for Valentines Day,” Ophelia asked, wanting to desperately find something to humor her.
@imogen
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Nov 2, 2017 15:03:42 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2017 15:03:42 GMT -7
Ophelia eventually decided that the Oliveiras were fine, which Imogen accepted with a grudging nod of the head. She was sure it would make her feel better to at least punch Dakoda, but by asking, Imogen had made peace with the fact that she would do whatever Ophelia answered. Making the decision herself even when she knew her friend would disagree with it would just make things worse, and Imogen was in the business of not making anything worse, as much as she could handle. Ophelia said that if justice was to be done, then the Oliveiras need to be alive, and Imogen nodded again. That much she could agree with. If it was Sarah’s fault that Ophelia’s daughter had died, then simply killing her wasn’t nearly bad enough. She deserved to suffer the way she had made Ophelia suffer – and Imogen suffer, too. The Metamorphmagus was appeased by Ophelia saying that she knew the other woman wouldn’t leave her. Even if it seemed obvious, it needed stating. When people could walk in and out of their lives like they didn’t matter, it was comforting to know that there would be somebody who would stay.
When her friend left the room, Imogen immediately reached for the letter that Dakoda had written. There wasn’t much more to it than Ophelia had already said, but Imogen pressed every word of it into her mind… just in case. She returned the letter back to its original position and adjusted her seating in her chair. When Ophelia came back, she asked if they could talk about something nice, like the Valentine’s day antics at Hogwarts. “There was a postering campaign to warn against the dangers of love potions.” Imogen mused. “Other than that… just kids being kids, I suppose. A lot of snogging in corners. Thankfully no one was willing to do it in class.” Imogen didn’t know what she’d do if there were children trying to grope each other in her classroom.
Ophelia Mae Teller
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Ophelia Mae Teller
HOGWARTS ALUM TRAINEE HEALER AT LIFE EMPATHIC TOUCH
416 posts
played by Lisa
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last online Jan 28, 2024 22:46:12 GMT -7
INACTIVE
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Nov 6, 2017 14:40:52 GMT -7
Post by Ophelia Mae Teller on Nov 6, 2017 14:40:52 GMT -7
Ophelia could see Imogen fighting against herself and she laughed, despite her low feeling emotions. “If you ever see Koda again, you have my permission to hit him,” she promised. Normally, she was not one to ever condone any sort of violence, but he had run away from their problems that they should be dealing with together. “Just once though, any more and he could potentially get you in trouble with the law and I can’t let that happen to you on my behalf,” she added, wagging her finger at her best friend. She knew that Imogen would only fantasize about pummeling Koda to a pulp, and not do anything to put herself or her budding career in jeopardy. Of course if that happened Ophelia would do everything in her power to break her friend out of jail.
“Love potions can certainly be dangerous, especially if they were made by someone as bad at Potions as me,” Ophelia commented with a giggle. Funny, she always wanted to be a Healer but she was no great shakes at Herbology or Potions. The Welcome Witch position was perfect for her though; it kept her in the hospital where Healers were happy to explain different things on her break, and there was no room for accidentally giving someone the wrong potion, or something of the sort. “That means your class is interesting Im,” she pointed out, as her friend commented that none of the students snogged in her class. They were obviously too distracted by how awesome Imogen was at teaching to snog!
The Healer came in with her nightly dose of medicine and Ophelia took it without hesitation. “Thank you,” she told them as they left. She looked over at Imogen before settling back into her bed. “I have to warn you Im, this medicine makes me sleepy, so I apologize if I fall asleep on you,” she admitted, already beginning to feel the lull of sleep. The medicine helped with the pain of her scars, and helped keep the nightmares at bay. “Immy?” she asked, her voice a faint whisper. “Will you sing to me please?”
@imogen
feel free to end on your next post, its sleepytime for Ophie bear
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Nov 6, 2017 14:57:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2017 14:57:01 GMT -7
Im smiled slightly at Ophelia when the other Hufflepuff said that her friend could hit her ex-boyfriend if she ever saw him. Hitting hardly seemed to be an appropriate punishment for everything that he was forcing Ophelia to go through alone, but at least being able to joke (maybe? Imogen wasn’t sure if Ophelia was entirely serious) about it meant that Ophie was already on her way to recovery. “He can’t get me in trouble with the law if he doesn’t know it’s me.” Imogen reasoned. A memory spell had probably been used to keep Ophelia from finding the murderer of her child, so Im didn’t see a problem with using a memory spell to get a little bit of revenge. She knew, logically, that two wrongs didn’t make a right, but Im was a more emotional creature than she let on, and emotionally… revenge seemed sweet. Imogen was also good at not following her own advice, so she didn’t feel too bad about preaching about revenge to Ophelia and then having thoughts like the ones she was having.
“Love potions can be dangerous if they’re used to force people to do things they don’t want to.” Imogen said, not coming out and saying what she meant. The implication was clear enough already – alterations to brain chemistry made it impossible for someone to consent to various activities that love potions might compel them towards. Ophelia said that the lack of groping meant that her class was interesting, and Imogen shrugged. “Interesting, or necessary.” She wasn’t going to deny that she tried to make class as engaging as possible, but Charms was also necessary for a lot of career paths, so she wasn’t going to attribute all of its success to her skills as a professor.
A healer came in with a dose of medication, and Im watched carefully as Ophelia took it. Her friend warned that the medicine made her sleepy, and Imogen nodded – she remembered how often she’d fallen asleep with the synthetic grape flavor of cough syrup on her tongue when she was a child. Ophelia asked if she would sing, and Imogen nodded slowly, briefly panicking as she tried to figure out what song to sing. When she opened her mouth to begin, though, the words just began to tumble out. “Come stop your crying, it will be alright…”
Ophelia Mae Teller the song (le end)
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