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Unmoving like a statue, thinking of what teeth-grinding comment he could pass to his target, his teeth trembling in time with his booming gasps. Oliver stepped in front of the girl, preventing her from entering the wand shop.

"W-What are you gunna do now- shove me out of- the way,"

Oliver questioned arrogantly, spreading his arms wide to block every inch of the entry that he could. The girl undoubtedly desired to meet Ollivander, most likely to obtain her own wand. Oliver paused for a moment, gathering his breath and wits.

"Aren't you too young for a wand anyway?"

The witch was short and slender, possessing a physique resembling a rabbit but was more genuinely that of a child. A child who is far younger than the required age of 11 to legally use and hence own their own wand.

"You know that the minimum age is 11, correct?"

Oliver stared uneasily, still lifting his arms wide to prevent the young girl from advancing past the second year's defence.

"I'm not sure Ollivanders can give you a wand just yet, nevermind if he should."

He muttered haughtily, imposing above the girl he believed to be unaware of the restrictions of possessing a wand.

Xin soon realized the obnoxious boy she met in Flourish and Blotts was following her to Ollivanders. This boy... Honestly, the young girl was exasperated, even she wasn't that naive. "Will you just put it off?" she turned and saw the familiar troll shape duck behind a particular wall, "You being blind doesn't mean everyone else is!"

Soon she found herself being blocked by this pathetic excuse of a human. "I'm pretty sure you can infer what I am going to do next, there is no need to ask." she scoffed in a bossy sort of voice, "Unless you're as deaf and dimwitted as you are blind?"

The idiot soon began questioning her age. Not again? Xin glowered at the mention of her age, it was a topic she never wanted to bring up. "For god's sake!" the witch threw up her hands and growled, frustrated, "It's none of your business whether I'm only two or seventy!" She was going to be driven mad if the boy carried on, "I can do whatever I like and its not up to you to stick an abnormally large nose into people's businesses."

It wasn't the first time somebody accused her of not meeting age restrictios. Xin was rather short for an eleven-year-old. Standing at only 4 feet 5, the girl was often seen much younger than her actual age, and people's guesses ranged from 7 to 11. "For your information, I turned eleven this November." she snapped, muttering the words "有病 idiot" under her breath with a further glare at the troll.

"So if you don't have anything to say anymore," she smiled sweetly, "Then move, I've wasted enough of my precious time talking to a brainless dodo like you." the witch snarled.

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"So you ARE going to Hogwarts this year!"

Oliver declared, immediately after the progressively feral bunny finished her onslaught of insults, Oliver was used to being battered with accusations and shallow remarks by his sister, in other cases such remarks by total strangers would get under the lad's skin, yet Oliver did not feel that way, being the target of the irritated witch. Oliver's attention was suddenly drawn to the notion that the witch will be joining him at Hogwarts this year, and he let out a monotonous giggle, speaking with an inept grin.

Olivia was unwilling to bring up the subject of Hogwarts with her brother, even though Oliver would constantly force her to listen. Whether she was eating dinner or waiting at the bus stop, Olivia would never answer unless it was to demand that her brother can it. As a result, Oliver couldn't stop himself from telling anybody, anyone who hadn't been to Hogwarts yet, about what they were going to walk into.

"What house do you think you will be? better hope it's not Slytherin! my one is Hufflepuff so that is what I'm betting!"

Oliver rambled endlessly, giving his two sickles on every single detail of Hogwarts he could think of. The 2nd Year bursted into a speech of every class, corridor, professor, student he knew, until he needed to catch his breath with an exhausted puff, just like he had done not long ago.

"Well, How'd you expect me to know?" Take a look at yourself! I'd have had second guesses if that wad of leather was about potions, but... Well, it's a children's book!"

Oliver declared, forgetting to move away from the entryway, he still stood unknowingly in the student's way.

"That's the whole point." Xin declared, glad that the boy were finally talking sense. She could see a smile forming on his lips when he finally made out her intentions. The girl felt both amused and oh-my-goodness-why-am-I-going-to-school-with-this-moron. That soon changed when he started a speech about this Hogwarts thing and was rambling on and on. She sighed and forced herself to listen.

"Yeah, yeah" the witch said, listening to the boy's long and dull speech, not even half listening. Until he spoke of the houses. As he explained every house, the girl tried to decide which house she would like to be in. Certainly not Hufflepuff, as it was the boy's house. Slytherin? Too evil. Ravenclaw? perhaps. And Gryffindor? Definitely! the witch liked the sound of Gryffindor.

"I'd rather be in Slytherin than in a house with you." she pronounced disdainfully, "And anyways, I'd like to go to Gryffindor." Xin smiled dreamily, "Where dwell the bravery at heart."

She sighed again when the older boy launched himself into another speech on everything he knew, it will bore the lifetime out of the firstie if he goes on. "Can you please just shut up?" she asked wearily, "I'm not interested in hearing about you, and that speech you made," the girl imitated his pose, adding a few comedic touches, "I wouldn't want to hear it if you gave me galleons!"

The idiot, for the second time, brought up her height. "And what's wrong with a children's book may I ask?" she asked menacingly, choosing to ignore the comment on her shortness. "So now can you move?" she growled impatiently, her heels tap-tap-tapping on the stone ground.

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Oliver felt thrilled to hear the girl express an interest in joining Gryffindor in response to his ranting. Gryffindor was Oliver's second favourite house after his own, his accounts of Slytherins were less than perfect, and Ravenclaw was far too buried beneath their books and studies to get to know. Taking her response as a sign that she was more willing than Olivia, the lad continued talking about the school until she showed a side of herself more comparable to his sister, imploring him to can it. The first year responded to Oliver's comments about the book; the seemingly rhetorical question perplexed the boy, who was compelled to defend his thoughts.

"Theres nothing wrong with it. Simply, when you're this short and carrying a children's book it gives people the wrong message, I doubt it is just me."

The girl, tapping her heels firmly, insisted that Oliver step to the side, allowing Ollivanders access. Deaf to her demands, the thought flew through his head as soon as he conjured his answer to the girl's statement. Instead, Oliver sought to prove his point about the girl's fraudulent physique.

"I'll warn you, the best thing you can do it act more mature, maybe then people will start getting an idea of how old you are!"

Oliver stated in a manner which nobody would use towards a stranger, but the words spilt from Oliver's mouth in a tone normally reserved for family and friends, likely due to the witch's similarities to Olivia.

"Well, not only you have the habit of judging people," the girl retorted with a snippy comment, "It seems to me, that you're just so wrapped in your silly little life, that you can't even realize you're the idiot here." Xin paused for a moment. She probably never got to the conclusion that she was also judgmental, also self-absorbed, and also an idiot to be even arguing with the boy. But that was another story.

The witch wasn't exactly used to being lectured on, especially by a boy. She was a proud girl, keeping her head held high, like mother had always said. "I doubt you're mature enough to lecture me about it." retorted Xin, the color rising on her cheeks, "Considering your not-so-mature actions of course." a sneer flickered on her face, "And anyways, you don't have the authority to do so."

He's just like a diaper, she thought, eyes suddenly misting over as she imagined the idiot being turned into the thing that baby wear. They are both full of waste, both plastic, and both self-absorbed. For a moment, Xin wanted to say that out loud, but she had the grace not to do so.

“Will you just move?" the witch asked with a hint of threat, "I don't want to be violent." The boy was seemingly deaf to to her requests, so Xin decided to take action. Posed fists front of her chest, turned and kicked, the white sport shoe hit the idiot straight in the leg.

"Told you I'm violent." the witch snickered as she inspected the now clutching-his-leg boy. "Shame," she mused, "I could have done better." The girl smiled sweetly and proceeded into Ollivanders, 'accidentally' stepping on his hand. "Toodles!" she said with a hearty laugh and a merry wave.

Xin leaves the thread