OPHIUCHUS WAS dressed in a casual all black ensemble. Simple turtle neck, tucked into slacks, and oxfords style shoes.
"Who's funeral you going to?" Ophelia teased.
"Yours." Ophiuchus shot back.
"I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me." She grinned.
Ophiuchus eye twitched in annoyance.
He stood infront of a lavish manor.
As he walked towards the front door to knock it was suddenly open to reveal a women.
She was in her late 70's yet doesn't look a day past her 30's due to being a veela. She was beautiful. With long silvery white hair, and bright blue eyes.
"So is there a way I can be a veela? Because damn! Imagine being in your late 70's and still looking like that!" Barty exclaimed.
It was Celia Sayer Née Sinclair.
Amelie's grandmother.
"Correction, our grandmother." Elias grinned. "She makes the best brownies."
"I still wonder how someone so sweet as her has a granddaughter as insane up as you. No offense." Daphne said.
"None taken. I blame my sperm donor." Amelie sent a glare to Snape, who looked away.
"You sure your his daughter? Your too hot to be related to him!" Marlene exclaimed.
"Sadly he is my sperm donor." She sighed.
Celia had wasted no time in bringing Ophiuchus into a hug.
"Ophiuchus! It has been so long!" Celia exclaimed as she patted his head.
"I apologize for not visiting sooner, Grandmother." He told her with a smile.
'Back off. He is my grandson.' Druella thought as she glared at the screen.
She smiled back at him.
"Amelie is in her garden at the moment." Celia told him. "She missed her plants. You know how she is." Celia laughed.
"Mhm, she is quite the handful." Ophiuchus told her.
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Amelie narrowed her eyes at him.
"I said what I said." He answered.
Ophiuchus then bid her goodbye.
He made his way towards her garden.
Amelie's grandparents had to make her an entire separate garden due to all her dangerous plants harming and killing, sometimes both— to their guest.
"How sweet...?" Hermione questioned.
An vibrant field of grass is enclosed by a variety of plants is shown as Ophiuchus approaches.
There are rows of flowers are growing strong and proud, despite their beauty they are highly dangerous.
A pond's built to the right of the garden, home to many creatures. The smaller flower bushes are well looked after, but still allowed plenty of space to grow, they're home to all sorts of life.
Marble slabs lie here and there, beckoning people to explore the garden, and showing them the best sights at the same time. Vines and roots are starting to reclaim even all pieces of land, eager to expand their own dominion.
"Merlin, that place is pretty."
"I wanna go!"
"Actually you don't." Draconian said. "Considering the kinds of plants she has. You may not make it out unscathed or alive."
That made many feel quite scared.
Looks truly are deceiving.
There stood Amelie. Her black hair was pulled up into a neat bun, only leaving a few strands of hair to frame her face. She wore a knee length beige gardening skirt, and a white shortsleeved button up shirt that was nicely tucked in, and a pair of maryjane styled black shoes.
She seems to be tending to a Aeslephirin, which is a rare, small plant and can be found only in some savannas.
They gasped seeing that plant.
"You have an Aeslephirin?" Ophelia asked.
"Mhm. Half a dozen actually." Amelie answered.
"Lucky. Astrophel wouldn't let me have one. Says I'm too irresponsible to have an Aeslephirin." Ophelia said.
Louis, Hermione, and Ron, sent her looks.
"Good job on him. Who knows what you would have done with an Aeslephirin." Hermione said.
"Murder most likely." Ron answered.
It has tiny, diamond shaped leaves, which are usually emerald. It also grows large flowers, which can be white and light orange.
The Aeslephirin, it is banned in over 180 counties, Amelie had to get it illegally. due to how dangerous it is.
"How?!" Barty spluttered.
"Secret." Amelie winked.
As every part of the plant is poisonous to the point where even touching it without the correct kind of protection can cause major damage.
Despite that Amelie is able to touch it with her bear hands without any problem.
"Wait what—?"
For she has complete immunity to all poisons, viruses, bacteria, and fungi.
"Huh?!"
All due to the fact she built that immunity by consuming poison throughout her life way before she even met Ophiuchus.
"What the fuck?!" They had turned and looked at Amelie with concern.
"What? Mithridates VI Eupator, he was the ruler of the Kingdom of Pontus. He cultivated an immunity to poisons by regularly ingesting poison." She just shrugged. "It's normal."
"THERE IS NOTHING ABOUT THAT!"
Now because of that her blood is filled with more toxin that most of the world's most deathly poison, she take kill over a thousand people with just a single ounce of her blood.
Ophelia started at her, wondering what she can do with Amelie's blood. Or if she could do something similar to her own blood.
Why did she does this?
Yes the question they want answered.
Nobody really knows besides herself.
"For me to know." Amelie told them.
"Amelie." Ophiuchus called getting her attention.
"Oh your here." Amelie said in a bored tone looking at him. "Go away. Yule Break literally just got started today. I'm busy I need to check up on my lovelies."
"As I said before, anyone want my post as his future wife? Because I don't." Amelie said.
"How about you, Potter?" She asked.
Ophelia made a face.
"Married to Lestrange? I'd rather die." She said.
"Really Amelie? Trying to sell me off to her?" Ophiuchus scoffed.
"I mean why not? You guys have major unresolved sexual tension." Amelie spoke with a blunt tone.
"Amelie Capella Sayer-Prince." Ophiuchus had glared at her.
"Oh shit, the full name..."
"Never say something so ridiculous again." She merely rolled her eyes
Ophiuchus rolled his eyes.
"I'm here to check up on, them." He told her, which caught her attention. She knew what he wanted to see.
The court shared looks amongst themselves.
She lets out a grin with a dangerous glint in her dark eyes.
"You could have just said so! Nessy!" She called and with that a light grey eyed elf appeared before them.
"Yes, Young Mistress?" The elf squeaked.
"Take us to my chambers." The way Amelie said 'chambers' caused the elf to know which chamber she meant.
"This feels so ominous..."
"Yes!" The elf exclaimed fearfully before taking them to the chambers, well more like infront of a door.
"You may leave now." Amelie dismissed.
"Ready to see our children!" She smiled at him making Ophiuchus roll his eyes.
"Children? Are these the ones you keep talking about?" Regulus asked.
"They are." The court shuddered.
"They aren't children, Amelie." She ignored him as she opened the door.
It revealed a seemingly endless room, filled with magic enforced cages.
To their right the nearest cage was a beast. It had a pair of flickering eyes staring at them with a hollow dread, and another clamor surges from its abysmal mouth in an abysmal surprise. Three thin horns adorns its burly head, which itself is crackling with intense heat from within.
A plume of shadow escapes the creature's jagged nostrils set within a stubby nose. Its burly head sits atop a giant, bony body. Bizarre tools or weapons dangle at its side, probably remnants of an encounter with a different, horrifying being. The creature rushes forward, its six legs sturdily carry its cursed body with a calm energy.
"AHHHHHH!"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"
"THOSE AREN'T CHILDREN!"
While most the hall screams.
Ophelia stares at the creature in awe.
To the pair left was another. With dark obsidian eyes a rumble bursts from its disheveled mouth in delectable glee. A pair of broken horns adorns its skeletal head, which itself is thick as leather. A fowl breath escapes the creature's tilted nostrils set within a paltry nose.
Its skeletal head sits atop a low, ossified body. Otherworldly armor covers every inch of it, seemingly like a reminder of some event in the past. The creature has a pair of legs gracelessly carry its fiery body with a collected energy. With a pair of stunted wings extend themselves fully. Jagged bones, and fleshy membranes stretch upward, perhaps it'll fly soon.
"THAT ONE HAS WINGS?!"
"THIS IS NIGHTMARE FULE!"
"SNAPE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOUR SPAWN?!"
"I DON'T KNOW! NOR DO I WANT TO KNOW!"
There were seemingly endless cages, filled with these creatures all different and more twisted than the last.
"I BEG YOUR PARDON!?"
"MORE?! THERE ARE FUCKING MORE OF THOSE BLOODY THINGS?!"
They were chimeras.
Realization came down on them.
Souless monsters created from different creatures, magical or otherwise, and even from humans, living or dead.
The majority felt sickened.
"Mortem!" Amelie called out.
Not even moments later Mortem appeared at her side in his original form. She smiled at her greatest creation, her most successful chimera.
"T-That's what Mortem was..."
Ophiuchus calls her a madden genius.
Which he isn't wrong about.
She is a genius.
A very dark and twisted one.
"Snape. Did you forget the first rule?" Barty said.
"First rule?" Snape questioned.
"Don't put your dick in crazy!" Barty exclaimed. "If you do! You get even crazier spawns!"
"I mean look at the Black's!" This got him a glare from them causing him to shut up.
She has crossbred dangerous animals, mythical or otherwise, or take them apart and creat an entirely new being, a another hybrid or chimera.
Disturbed is what the felt as they looked at Amelie.
Looks truly were deceiving.
Not to mention just last month Amelie had made a boggart-lethifold, hybrid, and this she is week working on a making a mew chimera using a human and a manticore.
'Can I marry her instead of Lestrange?' Ophelia thought to herself.
While others felt more disturbed and sickened.
She also loves to crosspollinated, many types of plants as well. Her favorite plant may have to be the mix of the venomous tentacula and devil's snare.
"Imagine if she met, Neville." Ron said.
"Merlin. The world would fall." Hermione sighed.
Also mixing old potions and creating new ones as well. Her prized mixture maybe the combination of amorentia and pepperup.
"What?" Slughorn questioned.
It makes people happy and well—
—it's basically a magical drug...
They started at Amelie and back to the screen. They wonder if they and replicate that mixture. They want to try it out.
"I always keep some on me." Amelie said, which got their attention.
"She is our drug dealer, and maker. Get your own!" Elias told them.
"You guys that that?!"
"What can we say? We get stressed and need a pick me up from tome to time." Theo said.
"Expect me." Luna spoke up. "Ophiuchus says
I'm not allowed."
"Speaking of which. Do you take them, Lestrange?" Ophelia questioned.
"So what if I do?" Ophiuchus asked rhetorically.
"Just curious." She answered.
What can she say? Alchemy, Potions, and Herbology, are her best subjects.
"For all the wrong reasons morally speaking. Yet all the right reasons for us. Since we gave up on that years ago." Blaise said.
"Aren't they just beautiful?" She cooed.
"They are." Ophelia agreed.
"See!" Amelie smirked. "I'm not the only one!"
Ophiuchus gives her a stare.
"By this summer they will be complete!" She giggles in excitement.
'She is more that women's child than I am.' Ophiuchus thought looking at her.
Bellatrix's chest pained hearing that.