Displodo

Ophelia knew the truth was bound to come out. As the days trickled by, Janette slowly cheered Ophelia up, but nothing remained the same between the star-crossed couple. They shared every meal together, but unlike the soldier's halls, their dining room was quiet. The clink of silver on porcelain. The quiet chewing and occasional slurp. Nothing seemed amissed.

Each night, Ophelia went to bed first. She spoke nothing to her husband. In the morning, he'd kiss her forehead goodbye and leave. Their routine fell into mundane silence, until one day, Ophelia realized his brooding gaze grew impatient. Everytime he stared, he waited for her to say something. Anything.

Ophelia didn't know what to tell him. She heard Layla was released and in solitary confinement for at least a week. No human interaction. Wand confiscated. Layla was all alone in a tower of magicians. Ophelia never felt more lonely.