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Opeila sent Clair an encouraging. "Yeah, I was more my dad's little girl than my mum's too. But first of all I was my grandmother's little girl. Her and my dad raised me mostly. My mum was... busy." Buried in her own world. Opeila pressed her lips together, rather unsure what to think as it was so easy to her to talk about her past at this moment. Normally it brought her to tears quite quickly but not right now.

"Well, if they love me is another topic. They tolerate me. They care for me. They treat me decently. That's enough to me.", the third year responded to Clair's statement that she hoped that Opeila's new family loved her. They barely knew her, how would they be able to love her? Lysander might have taken a liking to her, but she was not naive enough to believe that he loved her like a brother. They got along, they could work as a team, that sufficed.

Izzy? Opeila pondered for a bit, but she couldn't remember anyone with that name. "I doubt that she's a third year. I'm in that year and house, so she would be in classes with me then, but I can't remember anyone with that name.", she told Clair.
She was taken aback by the first year's next words. "Um, that's just a lie. Who told you that? I've been going to Hogwarts for two years and I've never heard that Ravenclaws hate Slytherins. Not as a general thing at least, sure there are individual conflicts between people. Admittedly I have met a few Ravenclaws I don't like, but that has nothing to do with your house. I have friends there." Opeila shook her head.

"House conflicts are not a thing, at least not for most. Apparently Gryffindor vs Slytherin used to be a thing once, but that's also gone now and I have to say that I find it rather disconcerting to hear that there are people behaving like that. Just ignore it. There are jerk Slytherins. But there are also halfwit Ravenclaws." She shrugged. And there it was Slytherin that still had this old reputation for excluding people based on their house or blood...

The door opened and another girl stormed into the bathroom, past Clair and Opeila. She rushed straight to one of the sinks and held a black stain on her sleeve under water, soon starting to cry. It was Clair who first walked over to her classmate and offered to listen to whatever bothered the child. Opeila furrowed her eyebrows a bit. It... was only the stain on her sweater, wasn't it? Surprised she blinked when Clair turned to her again, silently forming words in her direction. Sighing inaudibly, Opeila walked over to the sink as well, getting her wand out. "It's alright, let me fix that for you.", she said softly and gently took the girl's arm that was in the stained sleeve.

Pointing her wand at the stain, she formed the shape of an 'S' and murmured "Scourgify." The two first years would surely learn that spell in class soon, but for now Opeila was happy to help them out. "See, all clean. It's all fine."