A lunchtime disaster. Oliver Armani Closed

Oliver rather liked lunch, it was a nice break between classes. A way to relax, get prepared, do some last second studding before a test if one had a test. People could talk with there friends if they wanted, though Oliver never really did any of that. Other then try and relax a bit. He didn't have a whole lot of people he would consider as friends. Mostly mild annoyances. No, what he liked about lunch was the food.

Always provided for, made by the house elves. It was normally pretty good. Today, Oliver was enjoying some avocado and tomato toast. A favorite he had from back home. Now, his mom made it better. He would stand by that, her cooking was the best. And what sparked Oliver's interest in baking. Though the house elves food was pretty close.

Oliver was done whit his first slice, having one left, when he heard all the commotion coming from the Gryffindor table. He rolled his eyes, the great hall was getting a little to loud. Granted it was always loud, this was more then normal. He was sure a fight or something akin to that was going on. But wasn't exactly sure until it hit his robes.

Turns out, he was really close with his guess. It was a food fight, And some mashed potatoes just got on his robes. Needless to say, Oliver was pretty mad about it. Almost jumping out of his seat. "Of course." He grumbled out, grabbing his bag were he set it next to his seat. Not to fond of his favorite house now. "Now I have to go and change my bloody robes.." He was grumbling like this all the short walk to the doors of the great hall sending glares to the Gryffindor table.

And of course he almost tripped over a girl that fell in front of him. Adding to already bad mood. He scoffed and shook his head, not bothering to help her up. He recognized a little of her slang, a perk of growing up near Hogsmeade, lots of people there from all over. He had seen her walk in when he was walking over to leave. Oliver was almost sure she had her nose stuck in a book. "Watch were your walking, maybe next time you wont fall." He told her, tone rude.

OUTFIT & INVENTORY Reducio School robes Needed school items in bag (ink, parchment, quills, books, etc.), wand.

OOC NOTE & STATS/ABLITIES Reducio Fearless - Oliver does not scare easily, not effected by terrible presence or unsettling aura { Stamina: 7 }{ Evasion: 5 }{ Strength: 10 }{ Wisdom: 3 }{ Arcane Power: 2 }{ Accuracy: 8 }

Interacting : @Oakleigh Bell |||| @n/a : Mentioning

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"Sorry," she mumbled, getting to her feet. Confrontation, one of the things she hated. Arguments were never a thing she liked. To be honest, she would cry. She would fight for her friends, that's true. To protect them. Not some silly little scuffle. She thought it was only nessacary if it was needed.

Luckily, she hadn't needed to fight anyone this school year. Well, she also hadn't really spoken to people during the school year. Homework was all she really did. Along with studing and reading on her own time. She didn't mind being some sort of an outcast, and she absolutly wasn't the only student that did what she did.

She noticed a piece of potato on his robe. Trying to be kind, she took out her pack of wet-wipes that she had put away and handed it to him. "Here. It works brand new for wiping things off." She smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "I didnea mean to cripple ye. Is there anything ay cannea do to help make the situation betta for ye?"

Great, she thought to herself. She almost made someone trip and fall. Even worse, he seemed mad at her. Well, at least annoyed. She wouldn't say mad. His eyebrows weren't furrowed enough to be mad.

The last thing she hoped for was an enemy. She couldn't live with herself if someone hated her. It's not that she thought she was a great person, it's that she couldn't live with the guilt of knowing she made someone upset enough to the point that they despised her.

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Notes: Reducio Slang, once again! Brand new= Well, really good, ect. Cripple= To make someone trip or fall. (Can be purpously or not, In this its not.) I assume you can figure out the rest.

Mentions: Reducio @Oliver Armani

word count: 262/200

He rolled his eyes when she said sorry. Sorry was just a word to him, was easy to say, and easy to not mean. It could be used left, right, and center all day. In the end though, one really needed to prove they were sorry for Oliver to buy it. "everyone's sorry about a lot of things." He told her, He crossed his arms, almost to say. 'yeah, I'm not going to help you up.' It seemed though, the girl was able to help herself up.

If only she was able to help herself from falling in the first place. He watched as she pulled something from her bag. And offered it to him. Oliver looked at it, unsure of what it was. Or what it could do. Sure, he was being a bit to weary. But, one could never be to safe. He listened as she said it worked 'brand new' for cleaning. He vaguely knew what that meant. Something about working great. Slang was weird.

Despite not trusting it fully, he took it. If it might save him some time from going down to the Slytherin common room. It was worth the risk. And even then, the girl did kind of owe him. So he uncrossed his arms, and took it from her. Not saying thanks. He rolled his eyes. Of course he knew she didn't mean to trip him. That was clear. She didn't stick her leg out or anything like that.

"That much is clear." Did this girl take him for a great fool? He was not a fool, and knew when something was of intention, and when it was not. "First off, don't read and walk." He bit out at her. That was common seance. Oliver told her this, as he took one of the wipes and started at his robes. It did work fairly well. Getting most of the stains off. "Second, get off the floor faster." Ok, that one was sort of hard to do. But hey, he was just in a piss poor mood. So he was being salty.

He looked at his robes, the stain was pretty much gone. Only really there if you were looking for it. Or knew that it was there in the first place. He couldn't lie really, he was impressed. "Here," He said almost shoving the wipes back in her hands. He wasn't rude enough to keep them from her. He could be mean, but he wasn't that mean. He didn't like that he could still see the stain, but he knew no one else really could. So he would be fine-ish waiting until the end of the day to change. "They worked well enough. I wouldn't say 'brand new', but enough." He slightly mocked her choice of words.

OUTFIT & INVENTORY Reducio School robes Needed school items in bag (ink, parchment, quills, books, etc.), wand.

OOC NOTE & STATS/ABLITIES Reducio Fearless - Oliver does not scare easily, not effected by terrible presence or unsettling aura { Stamina: 7 }{ Evasion: 5 }{ Strength: 10 }{ Wisdom: 3 }{ Arcane Power: 2 }{ Accuracy: 8 }

Interacting : @Oakleigh Bell |||| @n/a : Mentioning

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Her eyebrow furrowed, but she didn't try to. She was just confused about this kid's behavior. She knew people could be mean but goodness, he didn't seem to have a reason to be mean. He just seemed to enjoy it. She was surprised he even took the cleaning wipe from her. However, she would count that as a mini victory.

In her mind, she was making mean remarks right back at him. However, she kept it to herself. She didn't want to start a scene.

"Yeah, sorry is a common thing in the world. It's something everyone has." Okay, her lack of control must've slipped. However, she kept her tone nice. That much was a relief for her. Hopefully the Slythern boy wouldn't think it was susposed to be a mean thing. Once he shoved the wet wipe back at her agressively, she put one foot behind the other to keep herself stable. She put the wipe back in her bag.

"Ye cannea hardly notice that there was even a stain in the first place!" She claimed. It could only be noticed if someone was actually looking for a stain on the blond boy's robes.
However, she doubted that anyone would actually be looking for something. Unless this boy had some enemies that would want to notice every little flaw and exploit it. She assumed that this boy might've had some. With his personality and snarkness, he might've been snarky with the wrong person and gained himself foe.

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Notes: Reducio No slang!

Date: Reducio Unknown

Mentions: Reducio @Oliver Armani

word count: 248/200

Oliver looked at her rather confused. She was just repeating what he had said, wasn't she? "That is what I said, is it not?" He asked, though of course he knew he was right. He was not happy with this girl, not at all. Despite her getting the stain off. It hadn't been her fault it had gotten there, but still. She could have almost tripped him. Him! Out of all the people in the school, Oliver deserved to be tripped the most least.

He again, rolled his eyes. Sure her words where right. But he knew it was there. That was the important part. "Yeah, sure. I still know it's there." He told her just that in an annoyed tone. What would people think when they saw him walking around like that, if they noticed the stain on his shirt? That would be most embarrassing.

'An Armani is always put together.' That's what his dad would say all the time. But, because one could barely tell it was there. Oliver would let it pass this time. But never again. He thought he handled this rather, nicely. Nicer then he should have been at least. "Don't make a habit of falling." He told the girl. As he walked past her, and making his way to the exit of the great hall.

The way he talked almost made it sound like he thought he owned the school. He didn't really think that, just the spoiled way he grew up. People always gave him what he wanted back at his home. He didn't glance back at her once when he left, lunch wasn't over, and he didn't need to change his robes anymore. But with that food fight going on in there, he didn't want to risk another stain.

OUTFIT & INVENTORY Reducio School robes Needed school items in bag (ink, parchment, quills, books, etc.), wand.

OOC NOTE & STATS/ABLITIES Reducio This was really fun!! :] sorry for Ollie being a jerk Fearless - Oliver does not scare easily, not effected by terrible presence or unsettling aura { Stamina: 7 }{ Evasion: 5 }{ Strength: 10 }{ Wisdom: 3 }{ Arcane Power: 2 }{ Accuracy: 8 }

Interacting : @Oakleigh Bell |||| @n/a : Mentioning

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