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[opheliaballard]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Promises and Plans'/ Monday, October 10th / 4:00pm
Location: Outside the Potions Classroom
Open To: Wessy, Snape!!!
Currently Involving: Ophelia, Wes, Snape

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[wesleybroderick]

((*dies*))

Wes had been meandering about the dungeons, even after that wretched Skeeter woman stopped hounding he and Alexandra. He'd been utterly and completely bored, needing something to amuse himself with. Spotting Ophelia standing around the Potions classroom, one eyebrow quirked.

"Ophelia," he began in an amused and intrigued tone as he walked up to her, "What're you doing?"

He was quite sure that she would have some interesting reason to be around here. She was always good for some kind of chuckle, and she looked like she had something specific in mind.

[opheliaballard]

"Oh! Wessy-ley. WesLEY. WESLEY. HALLO!" Ophelia yelled out, plastering herself against the Potion's Class door... until realizing she didn't actually have anything to hide. And it was Wes after all. So she carefully stepped away from the wall and casually clasped her hands behind her back. Image of a saint, really.

"Ohhhhh nothing. Patrolling the corridors. Watching out for the lesser element. NOT trying to get into this here classroom AT ALL. You know," she grinned and tilted her head to the side, the very image of pseudo sincerity.

As though Wes would tell a soul. At least, not a fibbing one. Fibbing like that Flea. A mongrelly little Flea who would soon know the true meaning of slimy. Oh the laughings she would laugh! If only this door would spring open of its own accord. Loose screws maybe?

[wesleybroderick]

She was an odd cookie, that was for sure, and that was probably why Wes had always taken to her. When she said -- or rather, didn't say -- that she was trying to get into the Potions classroom, one of his brows quirked with interest. So he'd been right! She did have something in mind, and he was sure that whatever it was, it was something that he would appreciate.

"Now, why would someone, such as yourself, NOT be trying to get into the Potions classroom?"

As he questioned her, he looked up and down the hall as though making sure that no one was listening to their conversation. Perhaps this had to do with that whole little journal thing between that pesky McFinn and Ophelia. If that was the case?

Well, he'd be happy to help in whatever way she needed it, of course.

[opheliaballard]

Why would someone such as herself NOT be trying to invade Potions classrooms?! GOOD QUESTION. Ophelia was readily prepared to answer it. Accompanied by hand gestures that may, in fact, flourished.

"Why, to NOT borrow a bucket o' slugs. Of course," a grin spread over her face that might have well been enough to frighten any multitudes of 1st years. Really, it would. She had practiced.

"And most definitely NOT to send them to a wee Flea OH WESLEY. Isn't she HORRID?!" Ophelia's mouth gaped open in realization that it was HE WESLEY who had been the one to ALSO be attacked by the Flea. What with bridal showers and rice and something about birds maybe AND THE HORROR. She wrung her hands in the vision of utmost despair, for who would put up with rice for that?