"If they're not clamoring, they don't understand the benefit," Ophelia replied briskly to Phyri's comment about the Roses. Ophelia thought of herself as one of the most successful alumni of the school (and why not, with an admirable marriage, a healthy son, and half a dozen articles of praise to her name in Witch Weekly?) so she expected she would have no trouble finding young women who wanted to be featured. It wasn't really much of a dilemma, as Phyri had astutely pointed out; it was only on principle that Ophelia was annoyed about it.

Nova's comment took half a second to sink in, but once she'd understood what her friend meant she smirked. "Oh, Nova, what an excellent point. Someone could make quite the spectacle of her if she's keen to put herself out there like that. It almost seems like it would be worth it, just to have the pleasure of watching," she teased. "If there wasn't any chance that someone might think I was endorsing that sort of woman. But nevermind; if she's keen on putting herself in the spotlight I'm sure she'll find an occasion to do so soon enough, without my help."

And then Ophelia could join in on tearing the girl to pieces.