Together? Forever.

Ophelia Astor x played by max bemis. xGeorge Weasley x played by Bongs Before Bibles xDraco Malfoy x played by max bemis. xLaney Reyes x played by Bongs Before Bibles x

Ophelia Astor

The young girl sat with her back against the large oak tree in the outskirts of the small neighborhood park, her lips pursed in silent concentration as she tried to successfully get the shading correct in her latest drawing. Before graduating high-school she had found herself excited for the possibilities – the new-found independence, but it didn't take Ophelia long to realize that life after school wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Instead of spending her days in a crowded classroom or cramming for finals; she either found herself holed up in her bedroom, or wasting away at the park – usually reading a novel or trying to sketch. Most of the friends she came to know over the years, despite all of their childish promises to keep in contact, moved away to start their lives and forgot the timid girl that helped with their studying. Ophelia couldn't place blame on them, they were all at uni; a dream the brunette once had for herself, but towards the end of her last year her Gran's health began to drastically decline. Through all eighteen years of her short life it had always been Gran and her, she couldn't just abandon her caregiver. It was her turn to take care of the woman who made sure she had the life she deserved growing up – she just didn't anticipate it being so lonesome.

Ophelia's grandmother, of course, didn't understand her final decision to give up on her education – but the brunette didn't expect her to understand. Ophelia would have much rather spent her time with her Gran making sure everything was okay, than waste hours learning things that she probably already knew.
Feeling momentarily defeated by her art the girl let out a soft sigh and closed the thick journal, letting it rest flat against her knit leggings – her lips pouting in disappointment; for months her artistic abilities had been stunted and she loathed the feeling. It was too early to start heading back to the small apartment she shared with her grandmother, but the longer she lingered in the park the more frustrated she became. Perhaps, she could do some exploring.

Despite the fact she had lived in the small English town her whole life she didn't quite know what was around her – the only places she very ventured to were the school building, the market, and the apartment complex she resided in. She never needed to go anywhere else – maybe a nice walk around would clear her mind, give her inspiration. Brushing the fallen leaves from the back of her leggings she made her leave – her teeth lightly tugging on the skin of her lower lip as she tried to formulate a path for herself to take. She didn't want to go too far into the city, or get herself lost among the hustle and bustle that the city was falling into preparing itself for the fall season.

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Draco Malfoy

After the second Wizarding War the young Malfoy found himself at a loss – many of his friends stood among the deceased and the population that was still living refused to accept him back into society, along with many of the other remaining Death-Eaters. It didn't matter what the blonde said, they still saw him as the enemy and Draco wasn't the type to plead – so he packed his things and left, needing to find refuge among strange faces – Wizards and Witches who didn't even know his name, or his crimes from the past. It wouldn't be a hard challenge, just a tedious one. Draco wasn't quite sure what to expect – he was far too used to people fearing him because of his bloodline. Originally he wasn't entirely sure where to go – thank Merlin for Blaise, a friend who left months prior to the war for a job, deciding to not stay and fight like many had foolishly done – but how were they all to know how the war would end. Many of his acquaintances had been bred into the lifestyle their families lived – they all battled Potter believing it was simply the right thing to do, simply trying to making their families proud. Draco spent months blindly traveling around Europe, not sure where to go – not quite sure where he would fit in.

Ha, his father, the great Lucius Malfoy, would probably spit at his son's feet for the thought. Malfoys didn't need to fit in – they were above everyone else, before the war at least. Fortunately, a month or so into his travels, he heard word ( by owl of course ) from his old school friend – Blaise Zabini. The two wrote back and forth for a week or two, simply discussing the predicament that the blonde found himself in, before it was decided that the two friends should reunite – his old friend promising that nobody would know of him or his family in the small English town that he currently resided in.

It took Malfoy another week to actually work up the courage to apparate to the given address – admittedly, he was a bit hesitant to see Blaise. He didn't want to see that the boy's life was turning out better than his own, it was a childish notion, but Draco was known for being proud – infamously so. How could it sit comfortably in the back of his mind that fucking Zabini was actually enjoying life while he was running from the Potter supporters like a damn coward? Finally, however, he convinced himself that he couldn't pass up the opportunity. He was running out of both options and patience. On a warm September morning he found himself on the porch of a fairly sized home – he hesitated before knocking once on the large door, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he waited. He wasn't even sure if his friend was home, or still willing to meet with him – he probably should have written before barging in on him, but it was a spur of the moment idea for the blonde.

[ I hope this isn't too bad. Sorry for the wait. ]