▲ "Sweets to the sweet." - Hamlet, Act V, scene 1
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Dec 30, 2016 3:53:44 GMT 8
Post by OPHELIA HELENA DARCY on Dec 30, 2016 3:53:44 GMT 8
Her blue eyes stared at the pouring rain outside the glass windows of St Mungo’s hospital’s cafeteria while she was lining up to order. It was going to be a long way from London back to Oxford using muggle transportations, but she had no intention of hurrying, not in this rain, although she knew her father would be worried once he found the note she had left to let him know that she was going “shopping”.
Hospitals always seemed a little terrifying to her, even at the age of seventeen. The pale walls and pale, lifeless faces. It was too depressing, even for a place like London where the sun barely showed itself throughout the year. Her right thumb very carefully traced the bandage wrapped tightly around her left hand, trying to avoid pressing onto it though it was quite tempting. The red skin had been covered, much to her relief. Just because she was legal to use magic outside school, it did not mean that she should have. Now she knew, after learning it the hard way in a minor cauldron explosion at home while making an attempt at Sleakeazy’s Hair Potion. She could still hear the nurse who had treated the burn on her hand earlier nagging, “Merlin, teenagers are the worst!” She bet her Potions Professor would be extremely disappointed at her if he found out about such an embarrassing failure. Or maybe not, for everyone was quite familiar with her clumsiness. Ophelia Darcy, the girl who dropped everything.
A few minutes passed by and she finally made it to the front counter where she politely ordered a cup Earl Grey. It was a nice that the hospital offered a small range of muggle beverages so that people of muggle origin like her would find something to sooth the nostalgia for the world they had once been too familiar with. Soon enough, a paper cup filled with warm tea was handed to her. “Thank you” and “You’re welcome” were briefly exchanged without too much attention from both parties; the barista proceeded with his next order while the young customer made a beeline towards an empty table that she had caught sight of.
The girl seemed a little thoughtful as she walked. On her mind she was sorting out words to explain the injury to her father. The short break for winter was coming to an end and the time that they had left to be together was too precious to be wasted on things like worries. She did not want to be a burden or a reason for his frowns. She would tell him she had spilled tea on her hand. Spilled tea would sound less dramatic than a cauldron explosion.
A sudden growl of rolling thunders tore the gloomy skies apart. The girl jumped in fright and stepped back a little without looking. Her back accidentally pushed against someone, and before she knew it, the paper cup slipped out of her little fingers and landed miserably on the floor. There were deep furrows in her brows as she felt the sting of hot water splashing on her bare legs. But it was not yet time to worry about herself.
“I’m so sorry,” she turned around hurriedly, looking as apologetic as she could, “are you all right?”
Her blue eyes widened as her cheeks colored deeply when she finally saw his face. Ophelia was not the best when it came to remembering people’s faces. But almost instantly she knew that those eyes were the exact same ones that she had constantly found herself staring at not so long ago at a concert of her favorite band. She just always had to embarrass herself every time she ran into him, didn’t she?
tag: RILEY TEO ADAIR note: TEXT MADE BY ARRO @ CAUTION 2.0
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Dec 30, 2016 17:26:46 GMT 8
Post by RILEY TEO ADAIR on Dec 30, 2016 17:26:46 GMT 8
Words: 715 | Tag: OPHELIA HELENA DARCY Notes: By the way, since she is a fan of the Vehement Harpies, now that they're not at a concert venue, she may actually be able to recognize him as Bailey's brother. Bailey likes to pull him on stage at some shows, and they've surely been in the tabloids together. Riley loved his work at St. Mungo's. While Riley mostly worked one on one with patients. One day a week he would help out in the Janus Thickey ward on the fourth floor. He helped those who couldn't remember their families, their friends, those that just needed a person to talk to. Most of these people he saw week to week, every so often someone would get better and they'd leave, those days they usually served a nice cake within the ward and have a get together with drinks. Any healer that worked on the ward tried to be there when things like that happened. Today wasn't such a happy day. No there was a new patient admitted onto the ward. He'd been there to help get them acclimated to their new home.
Riley worked for most of the day in the ward. But now it was time for a lunch. Dressed in his lime green healing robes with a nice button up black shirt underneath and a nice pair of jeans, he made his way to the fifth floor to the Visitor's Tearoom. This was probably the only time that he really ate most days, unless he had plans with his mother or grandmother, or if Bailey was near, than he just ate off his brother. This was the only time he actually remembered that his stomach was attempting to eat itself from the inside out. It was amazing that he could live on his own to be quite frank.
He'd ordered himself a Honey Nut Tea which he took in his own cup and had gotten some Shepard’s Pie. The weather had been quite stormy out all day and here in the tearoom it was easy to hear the thunder that would boom from outside. He'd found a table that he had placed his bowl of Shepard's Pie and his cup down upon. As he'd began to take his seat he felt someone bump back into him. Quickly he stood and turned around to check on who it was that had run into him.
”I'm so sorry.” He heard come from her. ”Are you alright?” Riley's blue eyes met the girl's blue eyes. He'd run into her at one of the Vehement Harpies concerts during the summer when he'd had the free time to spend with his brother at a venue. The last time she had also bumped into him and spilled a drink on his shirt. It'd not been an issue but she was apologizing then as she was now. Just as now wasn't a problem.
He saw her cup of tea and worried that she'd burned herself. ”You're asking me if I am alright but you dropped hot tea on your legs, here let me help,” he said pulling his wand out and point to the red sting of her legs. He muttered a spell and hoped the stinging disappeared. ”A potion would be best but since we don't have one handy, you should be okay with the area,” he told her with a small smile.
”I do believe we've met before, except last time you spilt your drink upon me,” he grinned. He leaned over and picked up her cup. ”Let us go grab another cup of, what were you having? Then you are more than welcome to join me, except I think I will take the duty of holding onto your cup until we reach the table.” He turned as they walked past a receptacle he tossed her cup. Once she ordered her tea once again he requested it be in a mug rather than a paper cup. ”No need to waste one, and they know they'll be able to receive it back,” he told her, ”as long as they know they'll get it back they give up the good cups.”
He led them back to the table and pulled her chair out for her before sitting himself. It was then he remembered that he'd not introduced himself to her. ”Apologies, I see so many people a day, I do not think I've introduced myself to you, neither now nor at the concert. I'm Riley, Riley Adair,” he told her before taking a sip of his honey nut tea and picking up his fork to begin eating his lunch.
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▲ "Sweets to the sweet." - Hamlet, Act V, scene 1
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Feb 17, 2017 22:19:59 GMT 8
Post by OPHELIA HELENA DARCY on Feb 17, 2017 22:19:59 GMT 8
She wished she could tan, so her easily reddened cheeks could be a little less visible. She stood in silence, her hands clasped together as her eyes made the effort to avoid looking at the young man who was so kindly treating her burn with a spell she could barely hear in his muttering. He was much better looking under bright light. His robe seemed to give his blue eyes a touch of green; but the same serenity in them never changed, although she had only seen it once before. Like the ocean at its calmest hour. She shivered slightly as she found herself almost lost in them. Again.
So he worked here. After their last encounter she had unintentionally tried to guess where he might be in this vast world, believing that they would never see each other again. She had thought of America, or Australia – somewhere with more sunshine and more exotic than London, somewhere she probably would never get to set foot on. Somewhere out of this world.
”Thank… thank you,” she said quietly, stepping back a little in attempt to distance herself from him out of embarrassment for the problems she had caused. Perhaps they would say goodbye now. Part of her was hoping that he would recognize her. The other part was horrified by the idea. Making a bad impression twice did not sound too tempting.
But, dear Lord, he did remember her.
”Yes, sorry about that again,” she replied sheepishly with her face colouring deeper than ever. When she was about to bend over to pick up her cup, it was already in his hand. And she could not help but smile at the gallantry of the young man. He was just like the gentle Michael Cassio from the Shakespeare’s Othello that her father had read to her so many times in her childhood.
She was slightly taken aback by his suggesting that they go grab another drink for her and inviting her to join him. A small laugh escaped her lips as he volunteered to hold onto the cup for her. “It sounds like a good idea,” she agreed almost instantly. It seemed quite unreal to her, this whole thing. It was almost like the scenarios from those cheap romantic novels they sold at the train station that she secretly enjoyed. And she made her way to the counter again, with him this time, and ordered her Earl Grey. She was quite happy with a paper cup, knowing that she could not possibly break it. But his insistence on a mug amused her a little, as though he would be responsible if anything got broken later.
And they did give her a pretty mug, as he ensured.
She followed him to the table, occasionally glancing at the fragile, breakable thing lying safe in his hands. It was only the second time that she met this person, yet she felt like she had known him longer than that. And this familiarity was something new to her. And he pulled out the chair for her. Her father would have his upcoming days filled with stories about this young man who was such a gentleman to his daughter that she could not shut up about him.
Riley Adair. Her brows furrowed a little at the name. She had heard it before. Her eyes then widened in surprise before she uttered in complete sock: ”You are the Riley Aidair? Bailey McConnell’s brother?” Her voice sounded almost too excited. “Oh my goodness, last time I remembered him introducing his brother onstage, but I could not see your face clearly because I was standing too far away and forgot my contacts at home,” her quite horribly short-sighted eyes were always troublesome. She would never have guessed it, not with Bailey’s subtle American twang and Bailey’s impeccable English accent. And she would have imagined Riley to be more of an artist than a healer, like his brother. But being the only child, her knowledge of diversities amongst siblings was limited. And she was never really keen on prying on her idol’s private life anyway. She might have a collection of records of his music, but not the magazine articles with rumours and gossips.
Unconsciously, she began drawing similarities between Riley and Bailey, only to conclude that Riley’s eyes seemed to be bluer, like the deep ocean to the blue skies in Bailey’s eyes. And she almost wanted to dive in it.
“What a pleasure to meet you! I’m Ophelia Darcy,” her name sounded foreign on her tongue. Ophelia was the tragic heroine of Hamlet, and she was not even close to being a heroine. ”If I did not know, I would assume Bailey’s brother to be an artist, too. But a healer is, in a way, a celebrity, too; many people want to see you,” she remarked with a smile.
tag: RILEY TEO ADAIR note:i hope it's ok to have her recognize him this way. TEXT MADE BY ARRO @ CAUTION 2.0
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Feb 18, 2017 10:18:45 GMT 8
Post by RILEY TEO ADAIR on Feb 18, 2017 10:18:45 GMT 8
Riley was glad she didn’t turn down his invite to join him. She ordered her own earl grey tea and he carried the mug back for her until they got to the table. Once she took her seat he took his across from her and sipped a bit on his own tea. It wasn’t uncommon when he introduced himself to someone who was a fan of his brother’s band that they reacted in such a way. While he’d been a part of rumors that involved things with Bailey or Poppy, it was still rare when he wasn’t with Bailey himself for him to get recognized on the day to day basis. He liked it that way, he’d never wanted to be a part of the limelight.
”Oh my goodness, last time I remembered him introducing his brother on stage, but I could not see your face clearly because I was standing too far away and forgot my contacts at home.” Riley gave a bit of a chuckle at the reaction before nodding. ”Yes, I am indeed that Riley Adair, and Bailey is indeed my brother,” he said with a grin, ”I’ve never really enjoyed being dragged up onto the stage for him to show off though,” he told her with. With all the years that was missed between them he had wanted to spend as much time with Bailey as he could, Bailey wanted the same often as well. The downside to that was being called on stage so Bailey could show off to the crowd. Life was as it was and he’d not ever take back his experiences with Bailey.
She then introduced herself to him as Ophelia Darcy. ”I think the pleasure is all mine,” he said with a smile. Ophelia was a lovely name. Very fitting for a girl who seemed just as lovely.
Ophelia had mentioned that she would have assumed that Riley would have been an artist as well. But she went on to say that a healer was a celebrity in a way. He smiled. ”I think if I had also did what Bailey does Gran and Mum would have probably murdered us. I found my love with mental health medicine, healing is where I fell into, I’ve been adapting muggle psychology that I’ve learned from books into healing,” he told her. He’d considered helping manage The Vehement Harpies at first but he couldn’t do it, he had his love and there was no turning back.
”It’s actually quite unfortunate given how much time we spent away from one another in our childhoods. We try to spend as much time as we can together, which is why when he’s local and I have time off I will almost always be at his shows. I sometimes wish I had found a love in a profession that would allow me to travel more,” he said with a small smile.
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▲ "Sweets to the sweet." - Hamlet, Act V, scene 1
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Sept 27, 2017 14:49:04 GMT 8
Post by OPHELIA HELENA DARCY on Sept 27, 2017 14:49:04 GMT 8
“The spotlight did not look so bad on you,” she remarked, ignoring the fact that she had not been able to see him that clearly in the spotlight, attempting to be entertaining when he told her he had not enjoyed being dragged up onto the stage. Witty comebacks were not her strength, yet the desire to impress was simply overwhelming.
Her fingers wrapped around the mug, lightly and mutely tapped against the piece of pottery as Riley told her about his career. Oh no, it probably was not just a career to him, but a passion. The way he talked about healing intrigued her, with such gentleness and contentment – it was as though he was talking about a lover. Or maybe it was only her strange habit of romanticizing things. But he looked so happy, so much like her father when he talked about literatures and books. It made her wonder if she could ever end up finding something she could love that much. “To thine own self be true,” she muttered faintly under her breath as if she was afraid he could hear her. Her references to muggle cultures often scared people off. “I always think people who stay true to themselves and follow their passions are admirable.”
She had read or heard somewhere about the separation of Riley and his famous brother. She had thought it was heart wrenching. Her father had thought it was a bestseller book’s material. Of course, if Bailey ever decided to publish an autobiography, it would be one of the bestsellers. “I could tell that Bailey is very proud of you. There is so much joy in his voice when he speaks of you in interviews and at concerts.” A smile crossed her face as she recalled the last concert. Despite unable to see Bailey’s expression from such a distance and with such horrible eye sight, she had realized how pleased the young man sounded. There were probably three things that could make Bailey that happy, she often secretly assumed: music, the woman he adored and the brother he loved.
But that was her looking at Bailey. Hearing the story again from Riley made it a lot more relatable all of a sudden. A lot more… real, especially now that he was only an arm length away from her and she could see his handsome face clearly without the disruptions from those neon lights and raised arms of a crowd.
She smiled in surprise as he mentioned his interest in a profession that allowed more travelling. Again, Riley reminded her so much of her father. He, too, had been longing for the day he could be on the road again, going back to Shakespearean days through sceneries, artefacts, stories and cultures. “When my father was still a writer, we never stayed in one place for more than two weeks. Travelling is addictive. It makes stability seem so dull.” A small sigh escaped her mouth. “Well, at least for now when it is still holiday, I bet when the N.E.W.Ts start, there will be no time for me to feel bored,” she grinned.
tag: RILEY TEO ADAIR note:oh my teenage mutant ninja turtles. it has been ages. i am sorry. >.< TEXT MADE BY ARRO @ CAUTION 2.0
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Oct 6, 2017 14:53:05 GMT 8
Post by RILEY TEO ADAIR on Oct 6, 2017 14:53:05 GMT 8
”The spotlight did not look so bad on you.” Riley couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of the spotlight making him look good. He was not like Bailey, they may have come from the same womb but he was not a fan of the spotlight. He never liked the crowds. But he loved his brother, therefore he put up with, somewhat enjoyed it more for the fact that his brother was enjoying every bit of it.
Riley loved his own career choice though. He would never regret the choice. Each and every day was a growth in knowledge. He cared a great deal about his work but also his patients. ”I always think people who stay true to themselves and follow their passions are admirable.” Riley nodded in agreement. ”Especially for how those passions show. Most of the healers here, I would say fit that bill,” he told her with a smile. Being passionate about your career was incredibly important, and Riley couldn’t imagine it any other way.
”I could tell that Bailey is very proud of you. There is so much joy in his voice when he speaks of you in interviews and at concerts.” RIley looked down. The fact that the two had only known each other for only a dozen years it still was difficult, something that Riley struggled with when he wasn’t with Bailey. He liked his separate life from Bailey since he knew he couldn’t live on the road, but he wished that they’d never have to be separated, never had been. ”We met at Hogwarts, not until nearly the end, we’d talked a lot after a friend had put it together for us. But to be fair how could you not be proud of a brother like myself,” Riley grinned widely with a chuckle. Between the two of them they each couldn’t have been prouder of the other. And each had so much happiness of having the other that when they talked of each other their eyes would light up like a Christmas tree.
She spoke of how she traveled when her father was writer. She then spoke about her N.E.W.T.s starting. ”We never really traveled when I was a child. Mum and Gran always did small local holidays, Mum liked to take me to the London Zoo when I was just a tot, I’ve probably been there than more times I can count,” he told her, ”And N.E.W.T.s will most definitely never leave you bored, I would say if they did not leave you anything shy of bald than you handled them well,” he chuckled. Seventh year was the most stressful year of his life. He had to make sure that he passed what he could so he could have the career of his dreams. He may have ripped some hair out at some points.
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