Ophelia woke the next day and slid carefully out of bed, trying not to wake her sleeping boyfriend next to her. She stretched and yawned, then walked over to her closet. Inside were all the beautiful clothes her mother and sisters had gotten for her. She could never be trusted to go shopping by herself, because simply put the girl had no fashion sense. She would always clash and wear unflattering things, which is why she relied on her family to buy her outfits for her. She picked out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, slipped them on, and went outside.
In order to maintain her figure, Ophelia had to run every morning to burn off all the extra pounds. She gained weight extremely easily and with her height of 5'2", she couldn't afford to. So it was a habit now to wake up at the crack of dawn and run.
When she was at Hogwarts, her normal track was around the lake a few times. So she stepped onto the dew covered grass and took off.
Maybe Regulus is right, I do need a hobby. Maybe I do have too much time on my hands and need an outlet.
She shook her head.
What am I talking about? I am perfectly fine the way I am, and no boy will ever persuade me otherwise.
Something still clutched her stomach in an iron fist though.
Does he want me to get a hobby? Will he not love me if I don't have one?
But again, she blinked away those thoughts and instead filled them with others.
I do not need that boy to be happy. He can love me without a hobby. Screw him.
She stopped after having run her four laps and stretched. The sun was just beginning to come up from behind the hills, shedding a rosy light over the ground. All in all it was picturesque, but if she wanted to be showered before Regulus she had to get back inside. So it was back in through the doors, down several corridors to the dungeons, then the Slytherin common room, and finally their bedroom.
A shower and preparation for the day found her walking out of the bathroom about an hour later, Regulus sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her return.
"Bonjour, mon ami." He said as she walked past him and to her book bag on the floor.
"Good morning. I suggest you get ready soon or else I will be going to breakfast by myself and then maybe to my first class with someone else. I'll leave up to your imagination to come up with whom."
He chuckled and walked into the bathroom, leaving her to stretch out on the bed.
Maybe I was too harsh on him.
She smacked the side of her head.
What the hell? Of course I wasn't too hard on him. He needs that. He needs me. And I won't ever let him forget that.
She smiled to herself and wound one of her blonde curls around her finger absentmindedly.
Ophelia, Ophelia, let down your golden curls.
She cooed happily and turned over on her side.
Your eyes are of sapphires, your teeth of pearls.
She grinned and hugged herself.
Your boyfriend loves you and wants you as his wife.
Her grin wavered but remained.
So all in all, you have a magnificent life.
Then why doesn't it feel that way?
Oh what am I saying, of course it does.
She bit her lip and faced the ceiling once more.
Ordering servants around was her only chore,
And Ophelia wondered 'is there anything more?'
--x--
Sirius sat with his friends at the Gryfindor table at breakfast that morning.
"So mate, who's the lucky girl this year?" His best friend James asked with a wink.
"What do you mean?"
"Who is going to be THE Sirius Black's girl this year?"
"Oh shut up, like you're any better."
"I never said I was! Besides, I'm holding out for a Miss Lily Evans."
Sirius snorted.
"Like she'll ever go out with you."
Just then the doors to the Great Hall opened and in walked Ophelia Wilkinson and her little lap dog, Regulus Black. Or in other words, Sirius' brother.
"Your brother and her, they're still together?" James asked with a mouth full of toast.
"Yea, I don't know why though. She's your typical mental case, the perfect example of what being raised in a strong pureblood family can do to you. No doubt there was some inbreeding mixed in there as well."
James chuckled.
"I s'pose, but they do look somewhat happy, don't you think?"
"I prefer not to think of my brother as happy, actually. More like rotting in hell. It takes a load off the mind."
"You know what would really do him in?"
"Yes, and I've tried. But those goddamn house elves keep catching my with their missing kitchen knives."
"No, not like that. I mean emotionally, toy with him, you know?"
"Oh, then no I don't."
"Seduce Ophelia."
"What? No, I'm not that evil."
"Think about it! You don't have a girlfriend, everyone knows it doesn't matter if she has a boyfriend or not, it's perfect! She's had multiple flings before that Regulus has to know about. But his brother…" James whistled. "That'd do him in nicely, I'd say."
Sirius looked skeptical.
"I'll consider it. Now, how are we going to get Miss Lily to be yours?"