She was a Ravenclaw! It was like someone had answered all of her prayers nicely. A huge weight was lifted off Ophelia's shoulders as she sat down and smiled. Now it was time to focus on her first year of Hogwarts and play some quidditch. Because that seemed to be the only thing she knew how to do with her life. So hopefully that worked out well, because she wasn't going to be the brightest student, and 'Ophie needed another way to stand out among her family.

Yawwwwwwn. She was still tired, and the thought of impending food somehow made the child more hungry? Was that healthy? Touching her flat tummy softly to try and satiate her hunger, the brown eyed girl looked around at the others from her table. Ravenclaws, all of them. And she belonged to this group The one place she actually belonged without her brothers and sisters beating her and being better. They weren't here at the moment, so they were going to have to step away from the podium, please. Old family joke. She was such a dork.

Anyway, it was time to start her firstie year and legacy, even if that meant begrudgingly buckling down on her studies. Except that last thing probably wasn't going to happen. Let's be honest here, the small girl was the one playing outside all of the time. That's where she got the sweet --tiny-- muscles she was sporting on her arms and legs. 'Cause she was the lion of the family and the lion needed some sick muscles to back her up. Except in Hogwarts she was an eagle.... okay this animal thing was getting difficult. Resolving to figure this out later, Ophelia allowed herself to mindlessly look around at her new classmates and play with the lions head chain on her necklace.