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"Not really a sport fan...never had the coordination for it." Ophelia shrugged, her brown eyes staring at the worn book for a moment before pale fingers gently grasped the worn cover. "I- I'll return it when I can...Unless.. If you're sure..." She had to trail off as class was about to start.

By the end of the class Ophelia had managed to make a acquitted potion... not outstanding and not failed. She knew her plants and ingredients...though she looked almost green from the smell of someone failed potion that produced a sickly smelling foul bubbling end product.

As she gathered up her things, adding the book she had gotten from Aria to her own pile in her bag, she made a mental note to go to the hospital wing before lunch if her stomach didn't settle soon. Seeing as it didn't as she exited the potions lab, a few girls snickering at her as they walked off, brown eyes glared after them. The green on their robes letting her know that some of the people in the snake house were not nice.