Every word that Austin said hurt. But then again, the twelve year old was the one who started this whole brother and sister lie, and she was going to have to live with the consequences. However annoying and sad they may be. Austin's voice also hurt her. It sounded like he might cry too. Tears budded and ebbed at the back of her blue-grey eyes, but the second year held them back. Ophelia didn't cry. Besides, there HAD to be truth there, even if it was mostly a lie. And there were soo many girls around. Ophelia wasn't even sure she was first on anyone's list, much less Austin's. Problem was, she didn't know really HOW to be sisterly with King-Blue-Eyes. All in good time.

And was she okay? Not at all. Still felt like she was gonna puke and the frustration was getting worse and now there was the nagging feeling of crying she was going to have to deal with. Could she fake it enough to make people think she was? Of course. So the blonde twirled a piece of curly hair around her index finger and smiled. Although there was no way that the smile reached her wide eyes. Taking the goblet from Austin and taking a quick sip, the kid found that the cool liquid helped a little.

WHY WAS HE TALKING TO AUSTIN ALONE? There was no way he was helping her case any and in fact was probably hurting it. Although that would be heard. Although, she did hear Austin say that she didn't like him, so he was probably attempting to help, although now was the exact WRONG time.

Ophelia wanted to walk away and join someone else's conversation, but the prospect of leaving Gregroire alone with Austin would just make everything waaay worse.

Also, offended? Way past offended buddy. Like a million miles past offended. Which, if she had the choice, that's how many miles Ophelia would run away right now. But feast and food and Hogwarts. So thanks, bro. Now if they could disband the conversation and let her curl up in a ball on her bed and sleep, that would be mighty fine. Because she had no idea how she was going to face either of them.

(Way before the fight)

Ophelia smiled up at the elder girl. Listening to the older ones talk was interesting, and the little squirt hoped they could be friends. Or at least people to talk to during the school year.

"I'm a second year. And yeah, I spend half of my time outside. How about you?'"