Merlin, Is This An Interrogation?? PV Oliver Thorn Finished

IC Time: 7:03pm, November 8th, 2024

............................................................................................................................................ As Eonaria spoke, Oliver seemed to light up, smiling softly as he listened- well, until she suggested that Defense Against the Dark Arts classes should educate students about werewolves first. He choked on his food, causing her to stop and glance at him in alarm. "Uh, whoa there-"

............................................................................................................................................ Oliver struggled to swallow his food before exclaiming heatedly that it should be common sense to treat werewolves like everyone else. "Well," Eonaria hummed thoughtfully. "It might be confusing to a lot of Muggle-borns. I've heard some of the tales that Muggles tell, and while some of it is scarily accurate, the rest is frankly appalling." She sighed. "Ah, I sense another monologue approaching..."

............................................................................................................................................ "So. Imagine being excited to learn about magic and arriving at Hogwarts, only to find out that some of your schoolmates are werewolves: creatures portrayed in hundreds of different ways, ranging from poor, lost souls to terrifying, blood-thirsty monsters. At this point, they have no idea what to think, and decide to ask their classmates about what werewolves are really like. Some might ask someone who would tell them that werewolves can be perfectly normal people, and others might end up with someone like Edwin Westbridge, for example. Then misinformation ensues! And chaos!"

............................................................................................................................................ Eonaria paused in the middle of yet another long-winded explanation and sighed. "Whoops. Am I talking too much? Sorry about that." She took another bite of sausage. "Anyways, the point is, people new to the wizarding world need someone to properly guide them."

............................................................................................................................................ Upon asking Oliver about his encounter with Edwin, his smile immediately faded. After an insult or two about Edwin, he exclaimed that the offending Gryffindor in question believed that the Wolfsbane Potion wasn't an effective solution, and that it wasn't worth keeping werewolves in Hogwarts. Eonaria listened patiently, nodding and looking outraged where acceptable. She stabbed a piece of cantaloupe and examined it for no reason at all before sighing. "Can we go back to the punching part? I can help you find him."

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Oliver listened to the witch ramble, her words flowed endlessly, barely pausing for breath. It was almost impressive how long she could hold her speech without a single pause. As she went on and on, Oliver quietly stuffed his face with food, nodding along occasionally. She made excellent points—many that Oliver could retort if he wanted—but he knew he had already caused enough trouble for the day. He opted to stay silent and let her finish.

When Eonaria finally wrapped up, realising how much she had talked, she quickly apologized. Oliver responded with a sincere shake of his head.

"No need to apologise, you'd make a fine presentation partner," he jested with a small grin.

"And you want to help me find... Edwin." His name left Oliver's mouth in a monotone drawl, as if the very mention was exhausting. "Hell, I don't see why not. Maybe he'll listen to me if I’m not the only one complaining..."

Oliver crossed his arms, mulling over the idea. Someone from the same house and year on his side would undoubtedly strengthen his argument. He then recalled his earlier brashness, cringing slightly at his impulsive promise to punch Edwin.

"Maybe... let’s not punch the guy. I lost my head there..." he sighed, his mind replaying the earlier confrontation and how much he had wanted to shove Edwin's head into his own book. "...But, if he doesn’t learn, then sure! I’ll go for a knock-out or two!" He ended with a mischievous smirk, though his tone suggested he was (mostly) joking.

IC Time: 7:09pm, November 8th, 2024

XXXUpon finishing her lengthy explanation and apologizing, Oliver quickly shook his head, joking that she would make a fine presentation partner. Eonaria giggled at this. "No, I'm terrified of public speaking! I should probably rectify that someday... But thanks!" She paused to listen as Oliver's demeanor darkened, spitting out Edwin's name as though it left a foul taste in his mouth just to mention him.

XXX"Maybe he'll listen to me if I’m not the only one complaining..." Oliver crossed his arms, beginning to contemplate something.

XXXEonaria sighed. "Honestly, I kind of doubt that. He doesn't sound like he'd change his ways even with a dozen people yelling at him." However, when she suggested heading back and punching him, Oliver cringed slightly, muttering that he had overreacted a bit and that they shouldn't punch Edwin after all. Eonaria pouted. "Aw man... that's okay. We can punch a wall instead, if you're still frustrated." Oliver smirked mischievously, commenting that if Edwin doesn't end up learning his lesson, he could go for a knock-out or two. Eonaria tilted her head.

XXX"Two? How's that going to work? You can knock him out and then go find him in the hospital wing the next day and punch him again. That sounds awesome." She nodded solemnly, not realizing he was mostly joking. "We can go for a triple knockout! Even better!" Eonaria resumed eating her dinner with a grin. "Although, I guess it seems like you're over it by now. But still! Unforgivable offense! Wait, no. I'll probably forget about it tomorrow. Eh. Wanna be friends?" Her words spilled out like a tide of questionable enthusiasm and nonchalance. "Oh, by the way, I think dinner might be ending soon... but I'm sure people won't mind if we stay behind." Eonaria shrugged.

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Oliver chuckled at the girl's idea—knocking Edwin out, then finding him again in the hospital wing just to do it again and again. It was comedic, even if the girl took Oliver's remark a tad too seriously.

Craning his head side-to-side, glancing around. Many students' plates were now empty across the Great Hall, with no one batting an eye at the spare scraps littered across the long oak table. Eonaria was correct; it seemed dinner was wrapping up. The earliest students were already leaving their seats, and while the chattering still lingered, Oliver suspected their conversations would soon relocate to the commonroom.

"I guess so. Thanks for the chat," Oliver said, turning his head back to Eonaria and showing her a soft smile. "And yes, we can be friends."

Clearing his throat, he raised his arm from beneath the table and extended it to Eonaria for a handshake.

"We got off on the wrong foot, so let's try that again," Oliver said, his posture calm and friendly—completely alien compared to the Oliver before. With a gleam in his eye, he introduced himself.

"I am Oliver Thorn, 2nd Year Hufflepuff."

Oliver said with a proud voice. "Let's be friends!"