The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
The saying 'curiosity killed the cat' was not one that had often had cause to be hurled Nova's way. Of course she had a healthy amount of curiosity as any Ravenclaw alumnus ought, perhaps even more so than merely healthy, but the difference was that she rarely acted on impulse. Following the directions in the missive from Ophelia didn't seem particularly ill-advised, however, and so Nova was quite willing to indulge her curiosity on this occasion. Her first inkling of a second thought only came when she quite suddenly found herself in a collision with another woman. Fortunately neither had been moving fast enough for anyone to end up on the floor but Nova's composure was certainly knocked to the floor.
Her heart raced at the shock of it all (it was definitely just the shock) and she was both thankful and not for the steadying hand of Miss Dempsey on her arm. It surprised her too to hear her first name on Miss Dempsey's lips though the realization was a little delayed. Ever since the revelations at the theater she'd privately hoped for a letter, an invitation, a something to indicate that it hadn't been a vivid figment of her imagination. Hadn't they found unexpected common ground and a likeness (at least in some ways) of mind? Did Miss Dempsey change her mind or perhaps never have any wish to know her better? Why hadn't she written? Of course owls could fly both ways but Nova was far too shy in this instance to even dare think of writing the first letter. Better to imagine Miss Dempsey would give her the time of day but never get to know her better than to find out for certain that she wouldn't.
Miss De- Por- Her sputtering was thankfully, she believed, quiet enough that Miss Dempsey might not properly catch it. She decided to skip straight to answering the question put to her. Y-yes, I did. Her mind briefly wandered back to the contents of Ophelia's peculiar letter but quickly abandoned it again in favor of all things Miss Dempsey. How had it not crossed her mind sooner that there was a good chance Miss Dempsey would've been summoned too? Not that she knew the nature of the invitation but if anyone else were to come along the surest bet would be her. It's rather mysterious of her, she proffered, wanting to seize the opportunity for a private conversation with Miss Dempsey before it was lost.
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