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"In never going back in there with the wicked woman." Cato growled at the water. He talked to himself a lot. "What a disgusting human being."

“My sister is in ancient ruins currently, I’m on my way to divination though...it’s the first time we’ve ever had separate classes.”

"I have divination too." ophelia blushed. "This is our first time alone together " she felt butterflies flutter around her stomach

“Well we aren’t exactly alone.”
He stated with an oblivious shrug as he took her hand and began to lead her to the divination tower.

Adriatic was already there, he looked really bored.

"That's true" maybe he was just being nice... Ophelia sighed and sat next to adriatic leaving two more seats open at that table

"Well." He said, sizing Ophelia up.. She didn't seem like too much of a threat. "How was old Pink Cat this morning?" He'd decided to start calling Umbridge "Pink Cat".

Ophelia hid her hand in her robes "she was horrid"

Blaise walked into the divination tower and sat next to Adriatic. "Hey, look what I got from Umbridge," he said triumphantly as he pulled out the quill from his sleeve.

Adriatic raised a eyebrow at Blaise. "Good for you," he started. "You stole a feather. What a feat." He joked, with almost no emotion in his voice.

"That's the quill she had me use!" ophelia noticed and bit her lip

He jokingly put a hand over his heart, "You wound me Addy." He looked to Ophelia, "Correct. I plan on studying it intently."

Jonathan sat close to Ophelia as he could, watching over her to make sure the boys next to her didn’t get any ideas.

Blaise looked at Jonathan edge closer to Ophelia and smirked, "Love in the air already? You Ravenclaws always have had a knack for surprising me."

He frowned, and squinted. "Addy?" He asked, looking confused. "And what's the big deal with the quill?" He asked, looking from Ophelia to Blaise. "Looks pretty ordinary to me." He picked up his own quill that was on the table. "See?"

Ophelia leaned against Jonathan unconsciously. "It carves what ever you write into your skin. It uses your blood as ink"

He glanced at everyone's wrists. "Let me see." He asked. It was slightly disgusting that she was making children abuse themselves. He wanted to take this woman to the bottom of the lake. Show her the outside of the Slytherin common room.

“Just because we are wise or mad, does not mean we can’t be warm to each other. Not that a slytherin would understand.”
He spoke in a lighthearted joke as he moved a peice of hair from Ophelia’s face.
“But we are only friends...haven’t known her long enough to make that type of connection.”

Ophelia blushed brightly but showed adriatic her hand which was still bleeding."anyway who would want to be with a riddle?"

He gently grabbed her hand, careful not to touch the wound. His hands were oddly cold, and he squinted at that. "That's child abuse." He stated. "You need to show Dumbledore." He let go of her wrist, and made eye contact.