my "friend," you're a work of art pv ReOpened

It had been no surprise that Oliver once again found himself in the study room after classes Friday, after all he spent most of his time studying in various places. Wherever he could find some peace and quiet at least. Be it the library, or the study room. He found that most of the people that annoyed him avoided such places. They were loud, and frankly obnoxious. He would much rather spend his time in quiet with his books. Reading up on the history of the magical world. Though he should most likely switch his focus to charms, or defense against the dark arts. One of his 'lower' grade classes.

Oliver finished his paragraph for the essay, and set that parchment aside closing the history books for now, and opening up the charms book. Reading from the chapter he left on and taking out his charms classwork. Getting it done day it was assigned was one of his favorite things to do. That way he didn't have to stress about it at all for the rest of the week. When his classmates were rushing to get it done, making it so there work wasn't top quality. He could only laugh at them, they had plenty of chance to get there work done. And they didn't, it was there own fault really. He didn't help them, they had a chance to help themselves and didn't.

So focused in the studying, and the peace he finally managed to obtain. It had been bound that it would be interrupted. Perhaps by the worst one. Aodhan Shaw- the loudest and most obnoxious one of them all. Perhaps more so then Novalie. At the very least, Novalie only called him 'Ollie' even that he didn't like that. But it was better then "The hell did you call me?" Oliver said harshly as he whipped his head around to glare at the Gryffindor. His stupid naivety had allowed him to think that 'Liv' was the worst it could get. "Livalicious?" He'd tried to scare him, he knew that. He wasn't stupid. It was predictable that Aodhan had failed. He was born for Gryffindor. Bravery house. If there was an obnoxious house he was sure Aodhan would be there.

One could say 'surprised' that one being Aodhan, Oliver's words would be pissed off. So much so that he accidently snapped the quill he'd been writing his answers with in his grip. To much to ask of course it had been, to spend some time by himself, relaxing with his homework. "Why are you here?" He cut straight to the point. The very thing he tried to avoid, being annoyed, had sniffed him out like a hound dog. "The study room doesn't seem like your normal grounds." Perhaps a child's play pen yes, Honestly he wasn't sure if the boy could even read enough to study.

"I wouldn't say graced." He said with an eye roll. Crused in a word. "You do know this place is supposed to be quite?" He couldn't help but point out, eyes drifting to the other people that had chosen to be in the study room, there peace interrupted by Aodhan yelling about. If he was a nicer man, he would apologize. If Aodhan was anyone else, he would apologize for his actions. But in doing so he would be taking responsibility for him, and that just could not be done. He looked back at Aodhan. "Are you capable of doing that?" He asked. Fearing he knew the answer was no.

OUTFIT & INVENTORY Reducio Wand, school work and study materials in his bag. School robes.

OOC NOTE & STATS/ABILITIES 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 : @Aodhan Shaw |||| @Novalie Moon : Mentioning

Nope, nope, nope. Would anyone blame Oliver if he tried the killing curse then and there? A lot of people actually. It was an 'unforgivable' for a reason. He had enough shame brought to the Armani name already without being a felon. He was not a felon, and he for sure was not this boys 'friend' just thinking about that made him want to gag. (he was in fact, over dramatic.) He just talked on and on and on. Never stopping. This was a nightmare come true really. Trying to study, and being interrupted.

Oliver took a deep breath, the people in the room had plenty of annoyance with Aodhan's unprompted appearance. Like a bird in water. "Firstly, I am not your friend." Oliver started soon as Aodhan finished talking (again, another surprise here) holding one finger up, the start of his 'list'. "Secondly, I am not bored. My subconscious is not bored, I was having fun until you showed up." He told him with a huff, holding up his second finger. And again holding up his third finger as he spoke. "Thirdly, You are not my 'knight in shining armor'" The audacity of this kid. "I don't need one."

Oliver having made his point clear as day, or as much as one could hope. Got back to his work, grabbing a new quill, dipping it in ink, and writing out what just had to be the best answer. Of course, the only answer. And the correct one. When he might as well have felt a dragon breathing down his neck, breaching all seance of his personal space. He put his quill down and was about to speak up, 'why yes, it is charms. Do you want a cookie for your superb observation skills?' Of course he would not mean any of it, a baby could identify his work as charms, a newborn even.

Again, the killing curse was sounding far to appealing. (overdramatic much?)

Oliver did not want to kill the boy, just- shut him up forever a while. "No, not a looser." He spoke after a moment of silence. That moment had been Oliver gathering all his will power not to again snap his fresh quill. No one had dared to call him a 'looser' before. Let alone for keeping up on his work. "It was assigned today, congratulations for paying that much attention in class." Oliver said, not at all meaning his words. Oliver then got back to doing it, also wanting to finish it today. Though the odds of that seemed bleak. "I like to do it, and like not having anything to worry about." Not that he owed the boy any sort of explanation.

OUTFIT & INVENTORY Reducio Wand, school work and study materials in his bag. School robes.

OOC NOTE & STATS/ABILITIES 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 : @Aodhan Shaw |||| @n/a : Mentioning

Oliver knew he was strong, of course he was. Call it favorable genes or whatever. He'd always been a little bit stronger then other's his age, and sometimes those older then him as well. Gave him a bit of an ego boost. If he wasn't going to lie. And he wasn't going to. Aodhan's words, they made him feel, well, happy. Praise from him of all people. He didn't think it would come easily. Even if it was a mock. Then, everything crashed down. The words that followed the next dreaded nickname. 'sir grumps'. God. When would it stop?

Dreaded Aodhan, accused dear Oliver of putting on a brave face. What defined a brave face? It was simply Oliver's normal fearless face. Was the Gryffindor accusing him of being not put together? He was put together. Of course he was. Put together that is. Why wouldn't he be? He wasn't worried about it. And of course Aodhan was accusing him of not being put
together. Why in the world would people even thing Oliver wasn't? He was fine, always was. Never wasn't fine. It had come close during the fuckcing sorting, and the fucking hat placing him wrong. Of course, Oliver kept it together. With his face, but not a mask that he wore to hide things behind. Oliver did not wear masks. A cowards move. Like a fake smile, his bravery was far from fake. Then the asshole had the audacity to try calling him 'comrade'? What? Oliver didn't understand any of this, why he was saying this to him. Why he had chosen him of all people to annoy. "I am very put together."

Oliver had told Aodhan simply, then he tried to get back to his work. And was just getting back in his mode. When the worst thing Oliver had ever heard came from Aodhan's shit filled mouth. "I'm sorry?!" He wasn't he was just completely shocked at what he was just called. A super, duper, mega, something or other looser? "Are you five? What type of insult is that?" Clearly not one that would bother Oliver. Not at all. He was so unbothered in fact, Oliver tried to ignore him once again. Do his work. Get it done. Turn it in. And get a good grade. "I need you to leave now. Your distracting me." That and he couldn't stand Aodhan's guts. But Oliver had more control to say that out loud.

He was sure that he had felt a muscle in his eye twitch at the show of power, this being Aodhan's little repero stunt. Fixing the quill. Oliver didn't need. He was rich, most likely, unlike Aodhan. No way someone from money could come out so- so- Aodhan. He did not ever need help from lesser beings then himself, Oliver pushed the quill off the table, as a show that he didn't need the easily replaceable object. And perhaps that he to was a five year old. "Parlor pony now Aodhan?" He said not looking up from his work.

He let out a huff when asked about something called 'locking in'? Another mock surely. "I would rather get this out of the way now then last second," Oliver was doing Aodhan a huge favor, giving an reason for his 'madness' at all. He was really thinking about just getting up and walking away. To the Slytherin common room perhaps. Keep Aodhan away for at least a little while. "I do the 'fun' things, like painting, once I do my work. Like a reward. Understand?"

OUTFIT & INVENTORY Reducio Wand, school work and study materials in his bag. School robes.

OOC NOTE & STATS/ABILITIES 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 : @Aodhan Shaw |||| @n/a : Mentioning

Something just happened, Oliver could feel the shift in the mood, almost hear in in Aodhan's tone. And for just a split second, for the one sentence the Gryffindor boy spoke, Oliver could almost think of him as less annoying. If he spoke like that all the time, ignoring the almost bragging factor of it. Then Oliver rolled his eyes. Of course Aodhan needed to keep opening his big mouth. Keep talking some crap. He was in no way 'that guy', but Oliver listened. He sighed.

He didn't need help. Never needed help, ever. That was something he was dead set on keeping. Keeping the self sufficing need to help no one, and 'neglect' to get said help from anyone close to his chest. He was stubborn in that way. Refusing to admit when something was hard, when he couldn't do it. Thought it made him seem weak. Let alone from Aodhan Shaw of all people. Oliver would be lying if he said he had expected that grade from him. It was better then his own. And shit did he hate that.

For a while Oliver was quiet thinking about it, mulling the offer over in his head. Lightly biting his lip as he considered it. His grade- it did need a boost. He wouldn't lie. But help from Aodhan? Someone Oliver considered nothing, no one, and annoyed him most. He wanted the help, sorta, but didn't want to admit it, or ask for it. And because Aodhan had said it, and the way it had been said it. Oliver was gasping at straws here, to justify the help. And settled on it. If he said yes, it was more to help Oliver get rid of Aodhan quicker.

"Fine." Oliver said rolling his eyes, trying to play it off like it was nothing. "Only to get you out of my hair faster." Perfect. No one would know the true reason. He would take the help, and really it was two birds with one stone, Oliver would get the grade up- that part would be his little secret -, and Aodhan would leave him alone for hopefully a little bit. Oliver's eyes followed Aodhan's hands as the other boy opened up his sketch book, and his jaw dropped.

"That's-" His brows furrowed and he let out a small hum. How did he put this nicely? "Ok for someone like you." Now to be fair, that was nice for Oliver. His hands twitched, itching to point out all the faults, in the anatomy and general way the, what even was it? Astronaut? Sure. That was what Oliver would with, the way the astronaut had been drawn. Oliver lightly pushed the homework away from him, further towards the center of the table, turning his body to look at Aodhan more, tearing his eyes from the drawing. "So, to get this right, You h-" He was about to say help, but the word made a pit form in his stomach. "assist" it was close enough, same meaning, but didn't make Oliver feel ill saying it. "me with the homework, and I assist you with the drawing?"

OUTFIT & INVENTORY Reducio Wand, school work and study materials in his bag. School robes.

OOC NOTE & STATS/ABILITIES 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 : @Aodhan Shaw |||| @n/a : Mentioning

Regrets were already being had. Oliver again had to bite his cheek, to stop himself from saying something. Though it didn't stop him from thinking, holding back the retorts of 'as if your art will ever improve past that of a five year olds' or a 'there will never be a next time.' The later one being nicer. For Oliver at least. He took a deep breath, letting his fists relax on the table, he just needed to play nice until he got the answers for the homework. Then he could ditch Aodhan for good. Right?

The worst sound had then cursed his ears. The sound of a chair scraping against the floor. Good lord. Was the Gryffindor so weak that he couldn't lift it to carry a chair? To add salt to the wound, Aodhan sat right next to him. Far to close for one to be comfortable. So he himself slightly stood from his seat, and held either end of his char, to lift, scotch, and then sit. Putting a little bit of distance between the two.

He put his arm on the table, resting his chin on his hand as Aodhan looked over his work, biting his lip and looking at it. Charms, it was by far not his strong suit. He was- worried. Yes. Worried that his work was sub par, or less then that. Horrid. A troll mark. He didn't think that he would care, after all Aodhan was lesser then Oliver in most regards. But if he could see the mistakes that Oliver didn't, the mere though put a knot in his stomach.

"Dude," There it was. That was not what he normally sounded like. Quieter, and infuriatingly so, less annoying then normal. Oliver dropped his gaze onto the table, suddenly very interested in pushing the stupid quill away from himself. Waves of shame and embarrassment washing over the Armani boy. He took some deep breaths, a flush rising to his ears and lightly to his cheeks.

"...Yes, It's charms." He said after a while of being quiet. Simple, stupid mistakes. One's he should have seen from a mile away. More regrets, for different reasons now. In a sad attempt to save face, Oliver grabbed his work from him, and picked up the quill. Scribbling out the mistakes a little too roughly, leaving a slight tear in the parchment. Writing down 'Repero' a stupid spell. Why would he need to prepare things when he could easily purchase a new one with the Armani wealth?

He sat back in the chair, crossing his arms, not looking Aodhan in the face, eyes, or really just not looking at him in general. "Charms are stupid..." He muttered under his breath. He himself hadn't noticed it yet, but his leg had started to tap on the ground. He bit his lip, then shook his head. Opening his mouth to say something, then closed it again. Thinking about the best way to say 'I'm still better then you I'm just having a 'bad day' is all.' But he couldn't. There wouldn't be any saving him from the ridicule. "I must have misread the book is all." A lie. Of course. He still wouldn't admit it was his fault.

Oliver's eyes drifted to Aodhan's notebook, narrowing his eyes. "Your anatomy was fucked up." He decided to point out. Sure he was 'bad' at charms, but knowing he could at least draw better then Aodhan brought some joy to him. Even though he was just trying to make himself feel better. "I could hardly tell what it was meant to be..." Oliver grumbled, crossing his arms tighter across his chest.

OUTFIT & INVENTORY Reducio Wand, school work and study materials in his bag. School robes.

OOC NOTE & STATS/ABILITIES 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 : @Aodhan Shaw |||| @n/a : Mentioning