Ophelia had not been to this part of the world before. She was grateful she had been able to get a few days away to herself, even if it happened to be their busy time at Ollivanders. There was no doubt that Galenia could serve those new starters at Hogwarts without any drama. She was an Ollivander after all. It was Ophelia who was the odd one out. But she was never made to feel like one and she was so grateful for that. What she lacked in her own family, she found in the Ollivanders. But at the same time she knew her limits and that borders did exist for a reason. She was not going to cross them. Too much was at stake.



While she was here in this tropical paradise, she was going to think about what was going on back at home. It was her few days away for her to forget every little problem and issue that plagued her life back in the UK. She could easily relax here and she had already decided it worth making a second and third trip here. She could easily escape the English weather for this. Sure they had their monsoon season but in comparison the rains of the UK, it their rain showers were short lived.



Bora Bora had a number of hidden spots and interesting nooks, it was an interesting island over and not to mention it was very luxurious. She had seen many muggle resorts and many muggles to go along with the. She herself was staying in one of those resorts and she was using everything she could there. However, today she was venturing out. She had heard of a place that was hidden away and one that not many people would have heard of. She lived for those kinds of places. After all, when it came to her work and studying the magical properties of new woods she ventured to places that not many went to. It helped her have the edge she thought in comparison to other wandmakers. It wasn’t exactly known as a very competitive profession but she did try to have a point of differentiation.



Ophelia followed the directions that had been supplied to her by one the locals she had met while browsing the markets the previous day and smiled to herself as she arrived at the cove. It seemed that she had the place to herself and she had no problem with that. She took off her hat and removed her sarong and went closer to the water’s edge so that her toes were in the water and gazed around.

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Travelling was a part of who Gerald was. He grew antsy and agitated when he stayed in one place too long without a reprieve, hence why he had changed careers so often and why he'd left Britain behind for a few years. It wasn't that the jobs hadn't been interesting or attention holding, it was just that things grew repetitive. And repetition for Gerald was as annoying as having to repeat yourself four and five times, increasingly, hence he tried to evade it. It was happening again with the Arrows, though he had no intention in turning his back on the team, so he'd taken off on a self appointed trip to clear the decks. A change was as good as a rest, so they said. Whoever they were, Gerald was inclined to listen to them. He did this periodically, taking off on his own, and at the moment he supposed he had more reason to. Hestia and he were on a break, the Arrows were doing as well as they could at the moment, and it wasn't the first time he'd just taken off on his own to do his own thing. The last time, he'd ended up in Belgium, and had nearly absconded from his job to experience life as a foreign pirate for a while before running into Sloane. Who knew where that might have gone. At any rate, he'd stayed a few more days than he'd expected to, and when he'd returned he was in a fresh mindset. So here he was again, off somewhere random, simply because he could. This time he'd simple thrown one of his favourite daggers at the atlas on his wall and went where the blade had imbedded itself; This time, on the isle of Bora Bora. A change indeed... for he'd never traversed those waters before.

It wasn't like he was walking into this blind; Gerald never did anything unless he knew deeply about it first. With the exception being Witches, but that was an entirely irrelevant subject. With locations, he liked to know the tourist traps so he could avoid them to go somewhere else that he'd enjoy more unless his mood dictated otherwise. Sometimes rowdy bars in the most secluded of places came to be his favourite haunts, and others... others he just sought to avoid people entirely. Like today. Rumours, myths, legends... he read up on those things as much as he did about a countries political situation and best places for scenery and food. Bora Bora had highlighted something nicknamed the 'Siren's Cove' which would have been interesting enough if he wasn't already inclined towards things involving the water and Scottish myth. In this case, it amalgamated with Greek. He dressed for the weather... in that he wore hip-hugging jeans rolled up at the ankles and had a shirt tucked into the back should the weather turn colder, his feet bare. His shoes were shrunk, stashed in his pocket, alongside his socks. The briney breeze blew his long hair into his face, the tresses framing his dark sunglasses, and he tipped his face towards the sky for a moment to take in a deep breath. Gerald felt that he could live on a beach. Rustic kind of house, on the shore, where he'd constantly have the echoing sound of the waves in his ears. Then again, he also longed for a penthouse suite with a view, so it wasn't really a thought worth pursuing. 

His eyes alighted on the cove and he picked up his pace, though he soon slowed to a halt once inside when he realised he wasn't going to be alone. There was a younger woman already there, down at the water. Strangely, he thought that he recognised her face from somewhere in or around London, though he couldn't place her. Which was unusual as he tended to make sure to know anyone important. Strange. Deciding not to draw too much attention to himself- he didn't necessarily have to bother her, the cove was big enough- he turned away from the water's edge to scout around it. Who knew what else there was here? On a general basis, coves held crude paths deeper inwards, so he decided to look for one. If she saw him and wanted to say something, he was sure she would.

Travelling had been something that Ophelia wanted to put more time aside for but with the nature of her work, it was not possible. She made sure to venture how where possible but it just depended on what she had on her plate. She had the Ollivanders who made sure she got out and she had Killian whose she knew watched her, in his own ways, she was sure. She appreciated it, so what if they had found each other later in life. They were still family and that was all that mattered. Ophelia had not mentioned that she was going on holiday but she would fill him later. If he watched her as close as he did he would probably have already found that out on his own. She really wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. Even if the Vampire was her ancestor given his appearance she was not able to refer to him as her great-great-great-great grandfather, it was just impossible when he looked the same age as her, she just called him Killian and he didn’t protest.

The witch hadn’t even told Galenia or Gael about her ancestor, while they may be understanding, it was more about protecting Killian than anything else. She didn’t want him to get into trouble or face any unnecessary questioning. She knew the ministry had other things to focus on right now but that didn’t mean that they wouldn’t drag in Killian. So Ophelia kept his secret as did her sister. She had to tell her sister, after all he was her ancestor too. If he came by Ollivanders she would have to think of some good explanation of who Killian was, especially if Gael or Galenia happened ot be around. It was more likely the latter would around, but then again Ophelia could be lucky and it would just be her in the shop. Given what Killian was, he rarely came by the shop during the day but sometimes she did work late into the night if he watched her as close he did, he would know that.

Ophelia didn’t mean to stay back at work so many nights in a week but she found it helped her. It stopped her from getting herself down and instead it gave her a few things to concentrate on, which she as was very pleased about. She was probably going to find that travelling had that effect too but she hadn’t travelled enough to find out, yet. Normally the only travelling she did was for work and then it was to source new materials or to visit other wandmakers. That too had only been restricted to Europe. She wasn’t even sure if there was a wandmaker near Bora Bora or not. She knew that some were close by in New Zealand but even that was over a thousand Kilometers away.

Obviously, this place had witches and wizards given that this place had its own share of magical folklore. Ophelia wasn’t sure if she believed that or not but still she was a wandmaker and proficient in a lot of wandlore. She knew that certain tales were true and some were complete rubbish. Still, she was finding this place to be really beautiful. She lucked out with the weather. Looking up feeling she wasn’t alone, Ophelia saw an older gentleman around and cleared her throat as she saw retreating, or she thought he was retreating, she wasn’t sure. Biting her lip, she wasn’t sure if he would turn around or not. Ophelia didn’t want him to leave on her being there, this place was big enough for them both.

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Many would hazard to call him a workaholic and in doing so they were only slightly off the mark, considering the mark wasn't as clearly stated as most. He worked nearly every waking moment, but not all on the same thing. Not all on his career. He had many jobs, many things going on behind the scenes, and that meant that he was a very busy man, and a hard one to get a hold of or contact. More often than not his mailbox was crammed full to bursting, his pigeon hole at work was teeming with letters and memos, and on top of that he had a phone that he had to keep on silent otherwise he never heard the end of it. But most of what he did was at least half self serving so did it really count? That was up to the beholder. All he knew was that he deserved a break, and as Hestia was busy for the moment, he was taking on by himself. Soon, he wanted to jet off with the Witch somewhere warm where no one could really turn up and ruin any plans... but he hadn't broached that subject with her persay as of yet. He would. In time. It wouldn't be all that long now, not if things kept going as well as they were. 

The cove was picturesque as far as these things went, and Gerald could appreciate that. He had always had an eye for beauty, whereas Raymond had never really had the capacity besides the materialistic. He could see something was visually pleasing but it didn't resonate with him. Nothing did. Probably because the man had half a soul and no heart, but then his brother had always been that way. There was a reason their parents had had another child after him. One to keep the family name afloat, and one to actually talk to. And he knew firsthand who it was that people preferred to talk to when it all came down to it, whether at an event or on official business. Raymond could talk well enough and he could be a riveting conversationalist... but it was hard to keep it up when he had that icy, glazed look in his eye and his hands were constantly doing something as if to stop himself from maiming or murdering someone. Which was pretty much exactly what the fidgeting was, as the two Kvothe sublings had an unspoken arrangement that involved zero murder towards one another at any given time.

Gerald heard the lassie nearby clear her throat and he slowed to a halt, turning to look at her with a look of interest as the light glinting off the waves washed over the bare expanse of his chest where he'd paused, running over in near white lines. He debated his options then shrugged, rolling back his shoulders and walking back towards her. There was no point in calling over to her if he didn't have to, and he wasn't the sort to put himself in ridiculous positions. "Afternoon," he greeted her genially, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. 

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Ophelia loved to travel and with that came more chances to get more supplies and more knowledge but she knew she had to switch off that side of her brain and focus on just having fun. She did travel for fun at times but often she tried to throw in some work where possible. Ophelia loved to see new places thought she did have those places that she visited often, Spain was one of those places. Going there allowed her to use her Spanish often. She didn’t have many chances back in London. But today she had really travelled far. It had taken some time to get to Bora Bora but she didn't mind it as she had been rewarded up arriving. The area was amazing and she was sure she had never seen such sand that was so white before and it was complemented by very blue water. As someone who worked with wands and could appreciate all the detail, she loved it. Within in a few days she was already seeing herself coming back here again.

She would prefer to have some company next time but there was nothing wrong with her travelling on her own, She was used to travelling on her own and she was really against having anything kind of serious relationship at the moment. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure if she would ever be ready for that again. Ophelia knew she shouldn’t write it off completely but she was still weary of entering into a relationship just yet. Of course, she understood it was not the just the fault of her now ex boyfriends, she had brought this on her own to and she was responsible for her own actions. However, the witch tried to not focus on that while she was away, She was here to to enjoy herself and that would not happen while she was focusing on the past. It was time for her to move on and focus on herself. Remembering what she had been through would only dampen her mood and she was here to relax and to enjoy herself.

She was always up for exploring and coming here was not out of the question for her. Ophelia hadn't planned on there being someone else here but the area was big and she wasn't to intrude on the man. Both of them could check out the area for themselves and make sure they didn’t get in each other's way. Ophelia’s smile appeared as he greeted her. ”Good afternoon sir, it’s a nice day isn’t it?” the woman picked up his accent and she noted he was a traveller to. She placed her hands behind her back and looked around before looking to man. He was older and familiar to her but she couldn’t exactly place him. ”I’m Ophelia Jameson..” maybe if she introduced herself to him, he would reciprocate and she could place him.

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Belgium was still going to forever hold a special place in his heart and would remain his favourite holiday destination regardless of where else he went. Cyprus was a close second, as was Prague. The only place that would ever beat it was Italy but that was for separate reasons entirely. Familial ties held a heart in different ways than merely fond memories could and he would always be of Italian blood. It just so happened that Scotland had been his birth place and the country he had made his own in many ways, the place in which he was free to do as he wished without the suffocating constraints of having to carry a heavily imbued surname and participate in things which he had little to no interest in. Those duties fell on the shoulders of Raymond as the eldest and therefore, the heir to their line, and since the Wizard couldn't die... Gerald was going to stay on this side of Europe if he could help it just in case. He didn't want to be the one that got sucked back into the fold simply due to presence and proximity than bloodline and duty. He had his own projects and interests to be labouring over.

Naturally, he always travelled alone. Save for the rare occurrences he could drag both himself and Hestia away from work and other commitments to do something frivolous and fun. Usually he was better prepared and packed, mind you, but since this was only a days holiday there hadn't been much point. Bora Bora hadn't exactly been the game plan yesterday and yet here he was. Shoes off, shirt off, just in a pair of low slung jeans and a pair of sunglasses so he could enjoy himself without having to bother himself with sweat and sticking clothing. If there was one thing about Gerald that had never changed from the when he was young until now, it was that he did what he wanted when he wanted, and he didn't ask for permission first before doing it. Hestia didn't know where he was as he wasn't going to be gone long enough for her to miss him. The fact that he'd have a darker tan than usual by the time he returned might be interesting though... and he did enjoy interesting the witch. Never time though, he thought he'd bring the other witch along with him so she could enjoy the scenery and the atmosphere for herself. 

While a pretty witch, there wasn't much else he could mention about her. He didn't recognise her, hadn't really come across her before... but she was resolutely, indubitably British. Which meant that while he was away from home, apparently some of 'home' was wherever he was going to end up. Fine. He wasn't so opposed to it, really. Looking towards the mouth of the cave at the blazing sun, he smiled again and ducked his hand a little, smoothing his hair from his face with a large hand. "Aye, it's an absolute... beauty," he replied, close enough that he slowed to a halt once again and took a moment to really look at her. Perhaps there was something vaguely familiar about her? It was more of a... had seen her face in a crowd somewhere before. Yet something told him they ran in vastly different circles. "...'Pleasure, Ophelia," he didn't offer a hand as it was a bit formal for the current atmosphere, but he smiled again, "I'm Gerald Kvothe."

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Getting away from it all was not something Ophelia did often even though she knew that was exactly what she ought to do. It was important for her if anything to take some time to clear her head and considering the work she did, it was important that she didn’t let it all build up. Overall she was good at compartmentalising everything in her mind. She had begun to do that at the tender age of five when her parents had been murdered. Back then she had understood she would never see them again but further than that she had not understood the full effects of what had taken place. She hadn’t learnt until much later that it had been her uncle who had robbed her of the opportunity to grow up with her parents. She could never understand what would possess a man to take the life of his brother and his sister-in-law. It had been good enough that she and her older sister had been out and had not witnessed but there had been times particularly when she had been a teenager if she had wondered whether he had planned for the two them to be out of the house before he had gone in and done what he had done.

Now that she was on holiday, she hoped for have some fun here while she on holiday. She spent too much time working and it wasn’t too good. She would get back soon and get into the swing of things of being back at work. She wasn’t sure when her next holiday would be but she would have to make sure to not leave it so long until she got away again. She found that when it came to her work, she was helping people. Every witch or wizard needed a wand and that made her feel like she had her place to claim in the magical world. While her family didn’t all agree with what other purebloods may agree with, she kept herself away from purebloods who decided they were better than others. Of course, she couldn’t identify immediately who was from which side but she took the time to learn about people. She needed to for her work so even when she was away from it, that behaviour came to her naturally.

She was here admiring the water and the surrounding scenery. She supposed this spot did draw a lot of people due to it’s picturesque setting. Ophelia hardly minded sharing the area. She smiled at the man. He looked familiar but she couldn’t think where, perhaps from the Daily Prophet? She hardly perused the paper as it was. ”We definitely have nothing like this back home” She said referring back to the UK as she crossed her arms across her chest. ”Nice to meet you Gerald….what brings you to this part of the world?” She wondered, Bora Bora wasn’t on everyone’s travel list and it was quiet the distance from where they were both from.

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