Olympia sat at the Gryffindor table in the great hall, alone. She didn’t have very many friends in Gryffindor due to her appearance of being a Death Eater, and most people had already finished their meals. Being alone didn’t bother her, though. It gave her time to think. What was she going to do about Ryder? She couldn’t just hand over her friends, but she also couldn’t return to him with nothing. This was the most difficult place she had been in since she joined the order. She needed help, but there were very few people she could turn to. Olympia pushed her empty plate aside and continued to gaze off, lost in thought.
Ivan went to the Great Hall, looking for food. He instantly recongized Olympia, quickening his pace to sit down next across from her. Setting down his bag, he chuckled slightly. “How’s life in la-la-land?”










