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Adriatic watched closely. In all honesty he wasn't even sure how to do it.


((Im gonna hit the hay now.))

"You can do mine first if you want Jonathan"

His eyes for a time switched between the crystal ball and Ophelia. After awhile his eyes stayed on the ball, at first it seemed what he saw might have been very odd as he quickly turned bright red in the cheeks. However, his features would eventually change to that of confusion...and later...an underlying sorrow.

"So what's my future?"

For a moment he was silent, he reached across the table and took her hand...gripping it lightly before he spoke.
“I’m sorry...some things are best left unsaid.”

"Tension in the air already?" Quipped Adriatic, with the same smug grin on his face.

Blaise sat, listening intently as to see what this girl's future might entail. Surely something interesting would happen to someone with her parentage.

"Um Alright " she was now tense her hair changing the her natural almost black hair

"Your hair," he started. "Just got darker. And no, it wasn't the lighting."

"Yes its my natural color...I like to hide it. But when my emotions are strong it changes back"

He squinted. "How does that work?" Now he knew when to tell her emotions were up... This could come in handy. "So, it gets darker when your worked up?"

"Well yes. If I'm angry it goes to its full natural length style and color" ophelia smiled politely giving him the information

He listened to her full explanation of her hair, he felt rather bad now, and the atmosphere surrounding the table seemed awkward to him. Maybe he was thinking irrationally, but what he saw....was painful just for him to watch...he could not imagine what it would be like for her to live through it later on.

He did notice however, that despite his unwillingness to tell that she still held on to his side quite tightly. He being as he was, was both curious and content...for the time being.

Pearl burst into the room letter in her mouth as she crawled up Jonathan's lap to give the letter to ophelia. Once ophelia had the letter pearl happily curled up in Jonathan's lap purring

He pet the soft furred animal softly and contently as Ophelia busied herself with her letter.

"You've got a mail cat? What ever happened to owls?" Adriatic smirked, and kept a eye on the cat.

lia how is Hogwarts? Actually I don't care. I plan on messing with harry potters mind. Tell me how he reacts. I want to know what he looks like while so weak. lia dear try not to be a disappointment this year -father

"Father my ass" ophelia growled her hair unruly in curls down to her waist almost black in color "she gets the mail from the owlrey

Jonathan wasn’t sure about doing this but, he lifted one hand to move through Ophelia’s hair slowly. There was something beautiful in dark hair such as this, wether it was the way those unruly ebony curls caught the sunlight, or the way they framed her features like a curtain of black velvet around a polished opal.

Ophelia blushed but threw the letter on the table and leaner back in her chair her hair not changing back..."strange this spell has worked since I was 5"

"Hmm." He shifted on the floor a little bit. He was quite tall and took up a lot of room. "So you have a owl, too. What's the letter say?"