She pursed her lips and nodded. "Good. End of the week won't be too long to wait--as long as I don't get the desire to drink tea, I suppose," she mused aloud. It almost made her feel guilty that she didn't know the elf's name that they were about to banish from their service, but honestly, they'd gone through at least two already. It was almost becoming second nature to depersonalize the house elves.
Grayson was the one to blame changes like these to her personality, Ophelia had decided. Whether that was good or bad was a question that she had asked herself often, but rarely been able to imagine up an answer to. But then again--she was happy, being the way she was now, being with him, wasn't she? So really, how bad of a thing could it be?
Even if her brother had never been particularly happy about such things. But he was at least growing to learn to see her happiness and value that above his own opinions about Grayson; he'd been making great strides in that department as of late. A couple of months ago, she might have been much more afraid of Grayson's suggestion of having them over, but now--well, things were at least better than they had been.
"Next week would be good. He doesn't work late on Wednesdays, so maybe then. I could ask him to bring our sister, if you'd like." Ophelia smirked. So what if she couldn't help but think the way that Grayson and Gwen seemed to adore each other was just about the most adorable thing ever?
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