formerly trusted confidants PV | Chada Sangthong

One year and twenty seven days since that faithful day. Oliver sitting upon that stool, everything being ripped from his arms. Unable to do anything to keep the Armani legacy held in his arms. When the hat shouted 'Slytherin' and not Gryffindor, it had been as if all the air was ripped from his lungs. Drowning in a pool of shame, the air escaping his lungs as he attempted to claw his way to the surface. Flailing lost and blind. The only thing able to drag him back to the surface was Aaron, and now he was gone. Oliver was lost again.

He had been forced to assist his brother move away from the home they'd grown up in again. He'd stayed with his brother for most of the summer, in Aaron's apartment that was closer to Hogsmeade. Oliver had still spent a few nights in the manor. Feeling more like a ghost then his great grandfather. They had been curt with him, but not familiar. He hadn't changed much in the year of schooling. So he didn't understand.

That was a lie of course, he learned how to listen better. Pay attention to more things. That had been how Oliver noticed her, September first, while all the first year's were being sorted. Oliver's sister in Gryffindor. That had left a painful sting in his heart, he'd hardly noticed as he rubbed the spot on his chest thinking about it once more. This wasn't about her, this was about Chada Sangthong. And what she could mean for Oliver.

Having once overhear the ghost that had overstayed his welcome in the Armani home. Haunting the next generation. He'd mentioned the Sangthong's in passing, noting how they'd been pure. Chada had been sorted into Slytherin. Like himself, he didn't know if there family was all a house like Armani's and Gryffindor's. But that didn't matter, they were pure. And that was enough for him. Oliver needed allies, or, friendships. Whatever it was labeled as. Aaron was gone, he hadn't seen Cirrus since the train ride to Hogwarts. And Novalie was off the table of him wanting to spend time with someone.

Oliver had been looking for the girl since he made the realization of the first years family. He was looking for her now, had been for a while now. Unsuccessfully. No doubt his own fault, he had just been searching in the Slytherin common room. That he was trying to avoid. His old roommate Gekko was gone, where, he didn't know. He didn't dare say he 'missed her', but the jokes he loathed. He lacked the words to say it, but he supposed the saying of 'you don't know how much you like something until you no longer have it' or however it went.

It had been foolish not to look in the clear place. Somewhere he knew she should be, if she ate. As most people did. He would look for Chada in the great hall. It was Saturday, no looming classes hanging over head. He'd struggled with spells in first year, and they were harder in second year already. Dread loomed over the book like a storm cloud. Looking for her was a welcome distraction.

Having found her during Lunch, sitting at the Slytherin table. Oliver took a deep breath, and walked up to it, taking a set across. Looking at the food provided. Sparing glances up at her, as if pretending to be uninterested in her. Oliver's brows furrowed, not seeing anything that he was interested in. There was a salad, but he was sick of that. Having eaten on for lunch the past two days. He craved his mother's cooking, her specially made vegetarian options for him. He sighed. Crossing his arms and leaning on the table looking at her.

"Chada, is it?" He asked bluntly. Skipping small talk, there hadn't been doubts in his head that she wouldn't share his world views. Looking down on Muggles and there kin. If she was pure like he assumed, it would be natural for him. "I am Oliver Armani." His last name said with less bravado then he'd used last year. "Tell me, how are you adjusting?" Ok, so maybe not skipping it. He needed her to warm up to him, or give some time for him to decide if she was annoying like that Shaw boy. This meeting was for himself, and nothing else.