21 Jan 2025, 18:29
Snowmen? Snow fight?!
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Oliver was convinced by this point he had the weirdest cat on the planet. When Oliver would rather be inside, cozied up by the fireplace, wrapped in a nice warm blanket, reading up on herbology as it was to cold for most plants right now, His cat, Otis, wanted to be outside. In the freezing cold of winter. Otis was lucky Oliver loved him so much or he might have let him just live with Cirrus. The cat had a odd fascination with the Hufflepuff boy. One Oliver didn't understand. Oliver didn't understand Cirrus that much anymore. The new year's party solidified that. (who just calls people luv? It had to be a crush right?)
No matter what it may or may not be, Otis liked Cirrus, and liked the cold snowy landscape of the Hogwarts grounds. Oliver opened up the door letting the orange cat out to roam, leaving little paw prints in his wake. Oliver had bundled himself up, as well as Otis. Much as he could at least. He wasn't sure how cold his cat could get. But wanted to help him stay warm. Pulling his coat tighter around himself, adjusting the ear muffs Novalie gifted him just last month, Oliver set off after the cat. Leaving his own marks in the otherwise pristine snow.
He had no plans in mind, no goal to do out here. Where he a stupider man ice-skating may have been what occupied him today after his classes. However, Oliver Armani was not a stupid man. And he took great pride in that, as well as his Armani name. Not a stupid man, a very proud one. And oh. So. Bored. There was nothing at all for him to do, this was all for Otis, whom Oliver was trailing from behind. Making sure he didn't get into much trouble at all. He sighed, why did he get stuck with the 'broken' one? Cat's were supposed to bask in the sun where they not?
After a while of Otis just walking around, sniffing that, jumping on this other thing, he found something that would keep him interested. A stick that had fallen from a tree, stuck in the snow. Oliver rolled his eyes but did nothing to stop Otis from jumping on it, 'attacking' it. And otherwise just playing with the stick. Had he not know better, Oliver could have said Otis could pass as a dog. He had plenty of toys in his dorm room for the cat to mess with. He would not admit it out loud, but he would let Otis mess with Gekko's plush toys as well. She would hate it, but it would be worth it if he could be inside. And most importantly warm.
It seemed to him that Otis could be occupied with this stick for some time. Because, yes of course, the expensive toys and new cat tree might as well have been putrid garbage compared to an old sick. Had he known Otis wanted a sick, he would have given him his wand. Not like he was getting much joy out of the ruddy thing himself. Alas, Oliver needed to find a way to entertain himself in the frozen hell. So what did he do? Started to build a snowman of course.
It would be the best snowman one could ever see. Back home before he got to Hogwarts, Oliver and his siblings had fun doing snowman building contests. When Aaron was home on winter break that is. Then it was fine to be outside, because he could go in at any time he wanted to. And sit by the fire, help his mother bake cookies, anything he needed really. Back home was different, Back home was fun. The least Oliver could do now to make this place feel a little more like it, and as well hopefully distract him from the cold. Was to build a snowman. So of course, that was what he did.
Otis :
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 : @Ula Takahashi |||| @Cirrus Nam, @Gekko Phillips : Mentioning
19 Mar 2025, 16:51
Snowmen? Snow fight?!
TIME | 14:15
DATE | January 10th, 2025
INTERACTING | @Oliver Armani
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#B68EA7 | DIALOGUE
@Meiyu Xiang| MENTIONING
For the second year in a row, Ula spent Christmas at Hogwarts, watching the days drag by in a dull winter haze. She didn't mind staying behind—her mother was the last person she wanted to spend the holidays with—but this year, the isolation felt heavier. Maybe it was because she had actually considered going to Meiyu's New Year's party. A ridiculous thought, but not that it mattered, as she found herself trapped in the hospital wing, battling a rather nasty flu, for the majority of the holidays. By the time she was well enough to leave, the new year had already begun, and she had nothing to show for it except frustration and tired, dull eyes.
And then there was loneliness boredom. Oh, so much boredom, it made her skin crawl.
By the time the rest of the students returned, Ula was already over winter. Over the snow, over the cold and over the way Hogwarts looked so annoyingly picturesque. The charm of it had worn off fast when she'd been stuck staring at it from the hospital wing window. Now, all she wanted was something to do. Something that didn't involve sitting in class, catching up on assignments, or listening to a bunch of randoms talk about their holidays.
Which is how she ended up here, in the snow, aggressively shoving together the makings of a snowman with zero artistic integrity. It wasn't even about making something impressive—if anything, the worse it looked, the better. A wonky, ridiculous little snowman felt more fitting for the absolute waste of a winter she'd had.
She was just about to cram a lopsided head onto its uneven body when movement caught her eye—some white boy, bundled up like he was preparing for a blizzard, trailing after a very determined orange cat. Ula raised a brow, watching as the cat pranced happily through the snow while the boy followed, looking less than thrilled about the entire situation.
And then, he started working on his snowman. She smirked at the back of his head, her pulse pleasurably quickening at the thought of ruining someone's day. She's been waiting for some kind of interaction for weeks. This was her moment.
"That's supposed to be a what exactly? A tragic metaphor for your life?"
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