(Untitled)

[opheliaballard]

Week Name/Date/Time: Settling Down / Monday, November 21, 2005 / 6:15 pm
Location: Grounds, in a Courtyard
Open to: Clara
Currently Involving: Ophelia

Comments

[clara_bristow]

Clara had actually very recently ...er... glombled some soup of her own, though of course that had been at home and so not Hogwarts soup. Nothing stringy of any kind in it whatsoever thank you kindly. She had an evening off and felt the need to be out of her flat. Rather than patrol the village YET again she headed to the nearby castle. Perhaps Riane would be available for a game of chess or at least some tea. If not, well, at least it was a pleasant walk

[opheliaballard]

Oooo an adult-like person. Who most definitely was not a professor. Ophelia peered up at the woman and squinted back at the others widening eyes. In fact, she kept squinting for a while after the perplexing question was asked, just for kicks really.

AN AUROR. She must be an AUROR. Ophelia wondered how she could subtly find a way to bring this up without seeming too inquisitive, then forgot about it. Today was too DULL for such meddlings, PAH.

"Oh, I've no idea, have been staring at this bloody window for hours, a culprit has not been found!" she yelled out, bounced slightly on the bench she was sitting on, and added quickly, "ARE YOU AN AUROR?"

A real live auror and she expected them to talk about a stupid shards of broken glass? Not likely. Nooooot likely.

[clara_bristow]

Clara blinked when the girl replied to her in a rather louder tone of voice than was probably strictly necessary. One eyebrow raised, and for a beat she simply watched as the girl bounced on her bench. "Been sitting here for hours and no sign? Well, I admire your dedication to the task." Clara pulled out her wand and cast "Reparo" on the windows. She had an idea that if she checked upon walking inside, she would find rocks (or something - bricks, maybe?) on the hall of the corridor.

There, that was done, and she tucked her wand back away. She didn't see any need to raise a fuss about it, though she made a note to watch this one carefully.

"Yes, I'm an auror. Clara, specifically. Who and what are you?" she asked, as politely as possible. And quietly. Not too quietly, as they were outside, after all, but definitely not yelling.

[opheliaballard]

"YesIknowthankyou," Ophelia replied hastily, nodding her head and then frowning as she realized her rock-throwing window-breakage record had been covered up by something as ridiculously simple as Reparo. Alas. One must carry on.

She stood up and brushed nonexistent dust/dirt from her robes and tilted her head at the confirmed Auror in consideration. Well, she didn't seem too bad. Didn't give her those Auror 'looks' Ophelia was so sure she would get. Though she thought it rather pertinant to think her a what. Really now.

"I'm a 3rd year Slytherin. Ophelia, specifically," she mimicked, putting on her most charming smile and holding out her hand to be... well, shaken or kissed or thwapped away. She was open to anything.