All her life, Ophelia Wood has played third fiddle to her more popular brothers - Duncan and Oliver. Both were always louder, more popular. Gryffindors to boot. And Ophelia had always been in the background. A quiet Hufflepuff content with her small...
Ophelia waved her wand and watched as the last of the supplies lifted into the air from the crate and then floated over to their respective shelves. Once they were down, she walked over and methodically straightened all of them, a feeling of satisfaction running through her.
Sure, it wasn't healing dragons, but it was still a job well done.
"Phillie! You finished up?" Charlie shouted as he stepped into the supply shed, a bright grin on his face. She turned to him and nodded, returning the smile.
"Ready for lunch?" she asked. He chuckled and then glanced out to make sure they were alone, before he stepped over to her and pulled her into his arms. "What's this?" Ophelia asked after he kissed her.
"I'm kidnapping you," he replied happily.
"Ah, well... ye no so good at it," she replied, raising her eyebrows at him. "No supposed to announce it, are ye?"
"I hadn't got to the actual kidnapping bit yet. And thought you should be able to pack your things," he replied. Ophelia laughed.
"Really no so good at it," she said with a smirk.
"Okay, fine, but I am taking you somewhere. As soon as you pack for the weekend," he said, starting to lead her out of the shed.
"Where should I be packin' for?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "And I'm supposed to help out in the clinic this afternoon."
"Not anymore," Charlie said to her with a grin. Ophelia rolled her eyes slightly, though continued smiling.
"And Rupert?" Ophelia asked. "We're supposed to leave him be?"
Since she had gotten the him under control, Charlie had given her the honor of naming the young dragon they had rescued, so she decided on a good, strong Scottish name – which had Charlie chuckling. He was now settled in a habitat near the camp and they both checked on him a few times a day. The dragon had grown a bit attached, as it was. Ophelia worried slightly how he was going to handle it when she left, though she knew Charlie would take care of him and get him prepared to go out in the world on his own again.
"The others are watching him, though we can pop by on our way out, if you like," Charlie said easily. Ophelia laughed loudly, pulling him to a stop.
"Where are we goin', Charlie Weasley?" she asked, eager to hear just what he had in mind for the surprise trip.
Charlie pulled in her into his arms, his expression as he gazed down at her making her knees slightly weak. Merlin, she had it bad for this man.
"On an adventure, Ophelia Wood."
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Ophelia kept up a steady pace, following Charlie through the forest and hills and finally up a steep slope. He still hadn't told her just where they were going, only telling her to trust him. Ophelia couldn't help as her anticipation grew the longer they hiked.
