kevin.:
“i’m starting to wonder if slughorn allowing more than just Os for his potions class was such a good idea,” kevin pondered aloud. he was mostly kidding — he wouldn’t have gotten in with his exceeds expectations if snape were still teaching potions, after all. which would’ve meant a whole new career plan … but it was still the first week, and the boy felt like his hand was about to fall off from writing so many essays. you win some, you lose some.
he glanced around the library, noticing how many other sixth- and seventh-years were in there as well. a part of kevin had always assumed that the older students were exaggerating when they complained about how much work came with n.e.w.t. classes. clearly not. he gave a final once-over the page of his text book and shut it defeatedly, having read the same page no less than three times. “dunno about you, but i’m just ready to get back out on the pitch. tryouts can’t come fast enough.” kevin needed to do something — he needed an outlet. especially after being so idle and miserable all summer.
Oliver allowed a sigh to escape from his lips, as he turned the page in his book- before ultimately lifting his head to cast a glance at Kevin. “He wouldn’t have let you in, if you weren’t capable of doing the work,” he responded, rolling his eyes before once more focusing on his book. He didn’t mean to come off as so dismissive, but he couldn’t afford to spend his time consoling Kevin, not with the two essays and several chapters of reading he needed to complete.
And having not spent any significant amount of time with the other since their break up, it felt rather inappropriate. Even sitting at the same table as Kevin had taken a bit of force, but the lack of other options had helped. It wasn’t long before he found himself starting to read the same page over and over, his thoughts quickly switching focus from charms to the boy in front of him.
He was just about to give up on studying and return to their common room when he heard the other speak, and after a brief second of hesitation- he lifted his head to look at the other. “I was wondering when you’d mention quidditch,” he responded with a laugh, a small smile appearing across his face. “I’d imagine they’ll be posting sign-ups soon,” he laughed. Oliver had never been much for playing Quidditch, preferring to watch more than anything- but he’d always made an effort to appreciate the sport, for Kevin’s sake more than anything. He’d even considered trying out once, before deciding he wasn’t a capable flier.













