Oliver Pierce

A not so noble Gryffindor

[simeonberke]

Exhaustion - Simeon and Olly

[simeonberke]

Simeon smirked. “Keep talking like that, Olls, and I’ll shower you in something alright.” He winked and said no more. Let the boy fill in whatever he wanted. It would make things that much more entertaining, unless he turned out to actually be a sociopath.

"So if torching this place is out, then if we were to go to the joke shop, and things were perhaps to fall into our pockets?" He waggled his eyebrows and jerked his head toward the shop.

Shoplifting was new, but hey, why not, especially if Olly was going to make the first move. It would give Simeon the chance to see if the boy was all talk, which he almost certainly was.

He made he way to the back of the shop where there were relatively few patrons, and he started perusing the shelves. “Bunch of tiny things here that could easily get lost.” He turned to Olly. “How ya think they keep track of all this shit? Not exactly easy to manage, is it?”

[ollypierce]

That wasn't the response Oliver was expecting, and he prayed the surprise didn't show on his face. He might've been twelve, but he was raised in a muggle public school. Dirty jokes were what children fed from as if those overused lines were a main source of balanced nutrition. 

Hearing Simeon comply with shoplifting nearly through him off kilter. He'd never really misbehaved aside from a few well-deserved fights and a sassy mouth, but that was the extent. Stealing was new for him too, and honestly Oliver didn't know how things escalated to this; he didn't think Simeon would agree. It was mostly a joke, but now that he was being led to the joke shop, he couldn't back out now. There was the unwritten rule of running your mouth: if you can't back it up, don't fucking talk in the first place. 

Eyeing a pair of extendable ears on the back shelf, Oliver swallowed any doubt that was trying to come out as bile in his throat. Hands moved quickly and inconspicuously. It was a swift moment, and nobody seemed to be walking towards him for a proper scolding. 

His heart was hammering, but the good thing about facades was that they were easy to hold once constructed. Oliver may have wanted to leave immediately, but Simeon would surely label him in an instant, and honestly, Oliver wondered why he was having such childish thoughts. 

Who cared what this kid thought? He was just an angry child with parent issues, but there was the underlying need for companionship - the pleading sensation for friends in this new world. He knew he wouldn't go too far, but he just wished Simeon didn't know he was more bark than bite. 

[phoenixannestuff]

The Fourth Compartment || Caspian, Simeon, Reiko & Oliver

[reiko-lachance]

Coming out the other end of a magical wall, clearly, should have been the highlight of anyone’s day. The sensation of passing through something solid and coming appearing in a completely new place, it had to be the coolest thing Reiko had ever seen in her life. Until, she looked around the room she had appeared in.

There here tons of kids with their parents wearing robes and waving their wands around. Dozens of owls and cats and several animals that Reiko couldn’t name. And the train itself was so fantastic. She’d seen tons of trains before, but she’d never seen one like this. It was a magical train; she could tell.

Reiko stepped on board the train hoping that the children would get out of her way. However, they didn’t really seem to notice her standing next to them staring at them. She saw a boy a head of her shoving though, and decided that it would be the only and took his lead… a bit more politely.

After apologizing to a dozen different kids, she finally saw car number four. She pulled the door open and slipped inside. There he is. She thought to herself as she started close the door. “Hi” She said to him smiling and waving. She threw her hand down immediately realizing how awkward she looked. Why did I come here? She thought. Do I really need to embarrass myself more in front of this boy.

Then she noticed the boy sitting across from Caspian. He looked rather grumpy, but she smiled and held out her hand as she sit beside Caspian. “Hi, I’m Reiko, Reiko LaChance.” She said giving Caspian a sideways glance. 

[ollypierce]

Oliver was the one thing about the magical world he hated most would be the unnecessary sum of people. It was just as tight as the muggle world, but in this place there was the threat somebody could blow you up if you pissed them off. Brushing past a myriad of people, Oliver could feel the chocolate frog card in his pocket and repeated it's message in his mind. Meet on train car four tomorrow. 

To say Oliver was thrilled was an understatement. He'd be an elite with the amount of extra training he'd go through, and with the help of Caspian, he'd surely rise to the top. Almost everything Oliver knew now was because he taught himself. If he was to be a wizard then he couldn't walk into this new world blind. 

Oliver's ignorance was caused by maternal feelings. Julia Pierce wanted to children to feel equally loved, and Aaron and Reid would surely be jealous if they saw their older brother doing things they could only dream of doing. They were instantly labeled below him - nobody needed to say anything. They were powerless muggles, and Oliver, a wizard. 

Finding his way onto the train, Oliver walked along isles until he found car number four and slipped inside. Before him, he saw three people, and thankfully, they'd all already met. Simeon sat with that scowl Oliver was sure he'd never remove. The other girl he met earlier was there, and then there was Caspian. Were these his friends? 

"Hi there, guys." Oliver said, waving briefly before putting his luggage on the rack above his seat and got comfortable. This is it. This is the start of it all. Turning to Caspian, Oliver pulled out his card and motioned to the others, signaling if they were in the plan. He didn't want to say anything aloud if they weren't and possibly ruin Caspian's plan. 

[reiko-lachance]

Knockturn Alley {Reiko & Olly}

[reiko-lachance]

Reiko looked down the street again. She noticed that there didn’t actually seem to be any other children walking down it, and started to wonder why. She was curious what she could find in the shops, but with four galleons in her pocket, today was not the day to get mugged.

As she looked back toward the boy she shook her head in agreement. “Yeah, they don’t exactly look pleasant down here, do they? Is the shop you’re looking for down this way?”

"Yeah? We’ll be classmates then!" She said smiling at the boy. "I didn’t even know about magic a month ago. So, this is all really exciting to me! I’m sorry if I’m talking your ear off."

"If you’re off in this direction, I’d be happy to join you! But it doesn’t really look like they’re going to have much down here that I would be able to use. I really hate how behind I feel."

[ollypierce]

"Uh, yeah, the shop is that way," He started, finger pointing it's direction. "At least I think it is." A sheepish grin formed at his own ignorance, but he lived in a home where magic didn't happen as often as it should. Oliver's father and two brothers were muggles, and his mother didn't want the other two to feel lesser. Magic conversations were nearly uncommon, so Oliver was walking blind. 

"Yeah, hopefully we'll have a class. It'd be nice seeing someone I've met before." When you looked at the picture through Oliver's eyes, he was completely alone. He internally let out a sigh of relief, because now he wasn't a blind man walking without a cane. 

Thumbing in the store's direction, feet started to move. "C'mon, maybe I can tell you a thing or two about magic. I don't know a whole lot, but perhaps I can help?" 

[phoenixannestuff]

The Founding || Caspian & Oliver

[phoenixannestuff]

A feeling of triumph washed over the boy as he watched the newcomer succeed. His advice had payed off, judging from the state of the smooth and symmetrical box. It was odd; the other boy had managed to outperform him but he didn’t feel jealous at all. There was no envy, no bitterness or resentment. Just a strange sense of pride and a sizable confidence boost.

"That was much better," Caspian agreed, matching the boy’s grin. He shifted his attention towards the first-year’s demonstration, noticing how seamless the transition was from teacher to pupil. He was oddly at ease with the other boy, though the boy was little more than a complete stranger. Still, there was no competition with him, no sense of pressure or paranoia. They were driven by their desire to learn, and that exceeded everything else.

Caspian’s eyes widened as he watched the boy perform the spell. His movements were lighter than the feather he was puppeteering, and Caspian blinked, awestruck. The first-year moved with a natural-ease, one that seemed far more free flowing than Caspian’s own practiced precision. He copied the other boy’s movements, aware of how stiff and punctilious his wandwork looked in comparison.

"LeviOsa," he repeated. "Wingardium Leviosa!" The feather shot up; sharply instead of smoothly like the other boy’s had. He zigzagged it wildly for a while, eventually obtaining a firmer grip on the object. He repeated the exercise a few times, until he was almost solid with the spell. Sure, it wasn’t very graceful, but it got the job done efficiently and effectively. The other boy seemed like a fine Wizard, and though Caspian didn’t know too very well, he trusted his gut. Finally, he’d found someone worthy of his plan.

"That was fantastic," Caspian remarked. "And it only took us a crate and two and a half hours. Imagine what we could do with more time, and more resources. We’d be unstoppable!" The boy grinned, hoping the other boy would agree.

"You know, I was thinking of starting a group," he began, "during the school year. We’d be able to practice weekly at least, and get ahead of all the other students. It would save us a lot of stress, I’m sure." His eyes glinted with ambition, and he casually plucked a chocolate frog card from his side pocket.

"My brothers graduated last year," he stated. "They started a group called the Prank Militia, but since all of its members graduated they passed their meeting place down to me. It’s got everything we could possibly need; practice dummies, secret tunnel maps… The list goes on and on. Not to mention the secret communication system." Caspian slid a quill from his sleeve, displaying the chocolate frog card he’d retrieved a little earlier.

"It’s through frog cards," he began. "There’s a customizable password, so everyone has their own. Without knowledge of a password, however, it’s completely indistinguishable from a common Albus Dumbledore collector card." He passed it to the other boy, taking it back when he was sure the guy had gotten a good look. "When I write out the password, however…" He scribbled a word on the back of the card, and the letters PSG appeared on one side, the info side fading to blankness. "Practical Study Group," he explained. "Creative, I know. Anyway, here’s how the card communication system works: you write out a message on the blank side of a card, and it’ll show up on ever other card holder’s. I’ll just write ‘banana’ here." Caspian reached into his pocket, pulling out another card. ‘Banana’ was displayed in the same place on the other card."See? And it’ll curl up when there’s a new message, so you’ll know. Cool, right?"

The first-year grinned, placing the card in the other guy’s hands. “I’m telling you all of this because I need a co-founder, and I feel like you’d be an excellent. You’ve got a lot of talent and I feel like I could learn a lot from you. Besides, you’ve got ambition, and I feel like we could help each other on our way towards greatness. The card is yours if you want it. So, what do you say?”

[ollypierce]

Basking in a sense of accomplishment, Oliver found himself a bit more confident than he did before. He seemed to pick up the resembling spell quick enough, and it only made the wizard more excited to see what else he could accomplish in his time at Hogwarts. Things were looking up, and he didn't need his family to hold his hand on the way.

He was becoming more independent, and while that sensation was usually appointed to supposedly omnipotent teenagers, Oliver felt the feeling permeate through his frame. Was it triumph? Or perhaps it was depression masking it's true form in some euphoric spew. 

The idea of a training squad was more enticing than the chance of a trolley full of free chocolate frogs. The chance to learn - to progress past the usual crowd was so intoxicating. He was the outcast between his siblings because they were muggles, but now, he was in a world where he could succeed. Oliver wouldn't be alienated, and his new friend seemed to open that door. 

Seeing the word appear on the other card was astonishing, and Oliver tried his best to suppress the 'o' that was forming on his lips. The card system was brilliant, and the first-year had no clue this kind of thing was possible. Then again, if you can blow a crate to bits and resemble it, why would this be a surprise to him? 

Nodding vigorously, Oliver had a grin that almost spread from ear to ear. "I'd love to join, dude. I have a feeling we're gonna go far." Motioning towards the card, Oliver was eager to slip it in his robe. The wizard knew this group would produce the most supreme - or maybe that was his imagination speaking. 

"So, when do you plan to start?" 

[simeonberke]

Exhaustion - Simeon and Olly

[simeonberke]

"Sounds familiar," he said, groaning. "The parents left for Knockturn Alley and told me to stay put. Too dangerous, they said. Like hell…"

He knew he could handle it, and he so wanted to just go for a stroll. But as much as he wanted to think Hogwarts would keep him safe, his parents would find a way to screw with him.

"And it sounds like you’re a sociopath. Bit of a penchant for fire, dude? Doesn’t sound healthy." And it certainly wasn’t, but Simeon wanted in. Maybe they could torch one of the buildings? Surely two 11 year olds couldn’t get in too much trouble?

"I’m Simeon. Pleasure to meet you, Olls. If you ever want to set something on fire, come find me. I think it would help soothe the soul or something. At the very least it would distract me from all this shit." He gestured vaguely around him, and though he wasn’t sure if he meant the people or the shopping or just the day in general, he figured the gesture covered it. It was all a pile of crap, and a good round of Quidditch or a long nap would be necessary.

[ollypierce]

Oliver nodded in acknowledgment when he heard he'd been left alone. Being left alone was hell, and if anything, it almost made Oliver feel like his self-worth was equivalent to the dead mice his cat brought home. He knew he was exaggerating, but there was something about leaving a child with minimal street smarts with a case of minor anxiety that didn't sit well in his gut. 

"A sociopath, huh? Just keep showering me in compliments, Sim." Oliver smirked with thoughts spinning inside his head. He was still unsure if he wanted to personally douse this boy in kerosene, or perhaps bring about a new plague with his help. Either way, Olly had a feeling they'd find something to do at some point. 

"Well, I could use some soul soothing now, but I don't think we'd get away with arson in this place - too many eyes." With a sad sigh, Oliver's hands found their way to his pockets and sat idly as he looked around for some entertainment. There was thievery, arson, and possibly graffiti if the boys had a taste for trouble. 

"And I'm not too keen on animal abuse, so you can count me out on that one. Though, I wouldn't mind finding myself pockets deep in things that don't necessarily belong to me." Decided he laid it on thick enough, Oliver looked at Simeon and shrugged. He wasn't doing anything since his shopping was done, and if he didn't find any source of entertainment aside from making remarks about the elderly's hats, he'd probably find some rope, a cinder block, and a deep lake.  

[phoenixannestuff]

The Founding || Caspian & Oliver

[phoenixannestuff]

Caspian nodded, returning the other boy’s grin. With his wide eyes and small stature, the newcomer was obviously a first-year as well. “Thought I’d get some practice in before the school year started,” he explained.  You’re welcome to join me.”

His eyes narrowed as the stranger pulled out his wand, scrutinizing his every move. The boy wasn’t half-bad, but he noticed a few mistakes in his performance. His next spell, however, came as a surprise to Caspian. “That’s brilliant,” he remarked, watching as the first-year levitated the box. He hadn’t learned that spell yet, and the boy’s wand movements looked fairly complicated. Maybe they could work out a deal. “Tell you what,” Caspian began, tapping his jaw as he thought. “I’ll help you with your repairing spell if you help me learn that.”

Without waiting for a response, the boy re-shattered the lopsided box, making sure the newcomer was watching his next movements. “You want to be precise,” he explained, demonstrating the move. “Your first try was good, but your arm was a bit too loose, and your swish was a tad too sharp.”

Caspian paused, trying to think of a more effective way to explain the spell. “You’re trying to put something back together, right?” He began, “kind of like a puzzle. Every piece has it’s own place, and precision is needed to fix the puzzle. If your movements are too aggressive, however, you’ll be forcing pieces into spots they don’t belong in. Does that make sense?”

He pulled out his wand, demonstrating the spell. “Reparo!” The shards reassembled themselves, and the box was almost perfect. Caspian smiled, pleased with his work.

"Flipendo!" He chanted, reshattering it. "Now you try it."

[ollypierce]

If anything, this kid was a little demanding, but he was obviously ambitious enough to try and learn before school even started. The compliment wasn't expected though Oliver was flattered enough to stay. 

Nodding attentively and silently agreeing, Oliver took in the advice and tried the spell again. With his arm a bit more steady and mind more calm, Oliver performed the proper movements and repeated the spell. "Reparo!" He chanted with thoughts fully focused on the precision he was told he needed. 

Shards and pieces of the box came together, and to his astonishment, everything seemed to be in the right place for the most part. "Hell, I could almost balance a ball on that!" Oliver cheered with a grin. 

Intending to return the favor, Oliver walked over and showed the boy the wand movements and demonstrated once again. "You're trying to make it float as if it doesn't have any weight to it, so move lightly - kinda like a feather." 

Oliver motioned for the kid to try, but before he could start, he gave another bit of advice. "It fucked me up for a bit, so that you know, it's leviosa, not leviosa." 

[ollypierce]

Primadonna || Oliver &Marcy

[hannahswritings]

  "Sorry, I just get that question a lot. Anyways it’s nice to meet you." she said hand out stretched

[ollypierce]

"Ah, I see." Oliver said with his head leaning against the bricks. He thought of all the times people had come up to him, and now wasn't a time he wanted to be bothered. He had just been freaking out a moment ago, and if he was in the right state of mind, he'd bugger off and leave this girl to her own devices. 

Looking up, he shook her hand briefly before looking around him in hopes something could attract him attention more than the metallic rings that allowed this girl mobile access. "Ditto."

[phoenixannestuff]

The Founding || Caspian & Oliver

The sun was setting over Diagon Alley, enfolding the sky in a brilliant array of colors. Oranges, reds, even soft shades of purple… No one seemed to notice. They were all too busy to look up, even for a second. First years were scampering from shop to shop, dragging their parents along with them. The day was beginning to end, but not everyone was willing to end with it. Caspian narrowed his eyes, completely absorbed in the task at hand. “Flipendo!” He chanted, flicking his wand towards a small, wooden crate. It splintered, flying apart into ligneous bits. The boy smiled; his hard work was beginning to pay off. "Reparo," he cried, pointing his wand towards the broken wood. It shot back into place, clicking as the spell latched it together. The reconstructed box was slightly lopsided, but still very much repared. Caspian sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow. It wasn’t good enough yet. The boy noticed the soft sounds of footsteps, but chose to ignore them. He shook his hair out, preparing to practice another spell. “Expeliarmus!” The box shot back at a breakneck pace, shattering as it hit the wall. Caspian smiled, knowing he had that one down. If only he could find a smaller target… He frowned, noticing the footsteps had stopped. Caspian turned to find another first-year standing behind him, and he arched a curious brow. “Can I help you with something?”

[ollypierce]

With warm hues stretching across the sky, Oliver had all his books in his bag alongside the other school necessities. His journey in Diagon Alley was an interesting one, and if anything, Oliver was ready to take a nap wherever he could find a bed. 

Feet dragged along at this point and the wizard wondered if there might be a spell to fly instead of walking, because his legs were threatening to snap under his weight. Hands tried to rub away any sleep in his eyes, and Oliver heard what sounded like spells. 

Eyes scattered the streets for where they came from and Oliver's gaze rested on a wizard that seemed to be his age. His wand was pointed skillfully - for a first year - and the box was repeatedly destroyed and repaired. When he murdered the wooden crate one last time, the boy turned and caught Oliver off guard. 

"Just admiring - hope that's fine..." He said with a sheepish grin. Pulling out his own wand, Oliver pointed it at the broken pieces and tried to reassemble them. "Reparo," Oliver said, and watched the box pulling back together. It was a bit more slanted than the kid's, but it wasn't awful - for a beginner he did well. 

"Wingardium leviosa." Oliver mumbled, and with that, the crate shakily rose with minor mishaps. The wood threatened to fall a few times, but Oliver was sure he'd get it down with more practice. "Seems you pieced it back together better than I did." 

[reiko-lachance]

Knockturn Alley {Reiko & Olly}

[reiko-lachance]

Reiko looked at the boy apologizing her. He looked to be about her age and seemed like he wasn’t going to mug her. “No no, it’s fine! I wasn’t paying attention. I’m sorry!”

"I was just heading to see what shops there are down this alley." She smiled at the boy. "Is there anything good? I’ve been through all the shops in the main alley, and I haven’t found what I’m looking for." She took a couple more steps into the alley before asking, "Where are you heading?"

"Are you a wizard? Do you go to Hogwarts? I’m starting at Hogwarts this year. I just got my wand. Oh sorry, my name is Reiko."

[ollypierce]

A massive weight rolled off Oliver's shoulders the instant he saw a nonthreatening human being before him. He couldn't help the sigh escaping his parted lips. 

"To be honest, I wasn't really looking at the signs." Oliver glances around him to see if anyone was listening, but he seemed to be in the clear. He leaned forward and whispered. "Everyone here looks like they're about to maim me, but err, I'm trying to get the last of my schoolbooks."

"I'm a wizard, and I plan to attend if I don't get killed in this place." He gave a nervous laugh and tried to hold his end of the conversation. "I just got mine a little while ago too. I'm Oliver. Nice to meet ya'."

Looking over his shoulder, Oliver figured he would be safe with someone else even if she was only the same age as he was. "Did you want to look int he shops? I'd feel guilty leaving you here"

[simeonberke]

Exhaustion - Simeon and Olly

[simeonberke]

"Setting people on fire?" Simeon said, eyebrows raised. Either the boy was mocking him, or he was as irritated with humanity as he was. Only time would tell, but there was promise here. Maybe this guy was the one he wouldn’t pummel by the end of the day. Or he would turn out to be such a freaking jag off that Simeon would destroy him.

"What’s got you down, Olls? People usually don’t want to set someone aflame without a good reason. Talk to Simeon. Tell me what’s eating ya."

Okay, so he was being a bit patronizing, but this was more entertaining than sulking while his parents had all the fun. And this kid seemed more or less cool. Maybe. Either way he was a way to pass the time, and it wasn’t like he had anything better to do.

[ollypierce]

The nearly condescending tone had Oliver wondering why he didn't carry around kerosene and matches, but the damage was done. He'd have to cope with the fact that nobody would be screaming while the orange flames licked at skin. A damn shame.

"Just been thrown into this place alone - mother is a bit busy to help her kid who has minimal knowledge of this joint. That, and there's too many people for comfort." Oliver sighed, and shrugged at the kid. Honestly, he was pissed that she left him alone, but he'd insisted he be okay. It was his fault, but shreds of anger still found themselves planting seeds in his head. 

"I'm almost craving blistering organs and flaking epidermises, ya' know? Get these asses out of my way, and some hooded dudes nearly giving me heart palpitations." With that, Oliver was done bitching for the moment and decided to pass the torch. "What about you? What's got you peeve? Err, what was your name?" 

[simeonberke]

Exhaustion - Simeon and Olly

[simeonberke]

"Well if I’m so approachable,” Simeon said, moving toward the boy, “then why the hell are you talking to me?”

Who did he think he was? This was clearly none of his business, and Simeon didn’t know this guy at all.

With his luck, he’d be stuck in the same house with this loser, and if he was also a first year (which he definitely was) they’d be in the same room.

Delightful.

"Who are you anyway? Someone important or something?"

[ollypierce]

Oliver stepped back for a moment with caution painted on his face for a mere second. He didn't plan on being in a confrontation - he was just joking - but this kid took it to heart. 

Inside himself bricks were being mass produced and stacked as if every minority in the world was assembled. Wet concrete began to harden, and with it, Oliver felt his defensive persona come to light. This mask came in many different forms, but for whatever reason his body assumed the calm and collective facade was needed. 

"My-my, such hostility." Oliver said with a grin plastered to his lips. He knew he was headed down a bumpy road, but he mouth started and he couldn't stop. 

"Call me Oliver, and I'm just trying to find someone I don't want to set on fire. Maybe you can be the perfect candidate?" He wasn't too keen on actually befriending this jerk-off, but maybe this would be better than running with his tail between his legs. 

[reiko-lachance]

Knockturn Alley {Reiko & Olly}

Finally having finished her shopping with Professor Starkey, Reiko walked around Diagon Alley looking around all the shops. Her mother had given her £20to buy something special, but she couldn’t find anything that seemed good enough that she could actually afford. This was the most amount of money she’d ever had to spend on something that wasn’t groceries.

Everything around her was so amazing. She could spend hours looking at the broom stuff or the magical animals. However, she knew that if she bought something that she didn’t actually use she would feel so guilty about it. She’d gone through dozens of books at the book shops, but she didn’t have a clue what would come in handy. She needed to know more about this world. She needed someone who could teach her what life as a witch was like.

Reiko turned a corner and found herself facing a dark alley. She could feel that the atmosphere was different.  Most of the people walked around with their hoods hiding their faces, and many of the shops windows where completely dark.

She started walking into the alley….

[ollypierce]

Oliver dug lunar shaped marks into his palms as he approached the alley. It was dark, and if he had the option to amputate his legs or walk in this alleyway, he would've probably chosen the former option. Though, with his luck, the bookstore he needed to find was on the other side of this joint. 

People hid their faces with hoods, shops were painted black, and if Oliver had to guess, he'd assume this place was where criminals hid out while pursuing careers of running international drug cartels. A few beads of sweat rolled down to the nape of his neck, and the young wizard thought maybe he could come out with minor injuries if some deity took pity on him. 

With some determination, Oliver's legs began to move in an almost steady rhythm, and just when he thought he was going to get out with all his limbs, the boy's shoulder hit someone passing. This was it - he was going to die alone in a magical world he didn't know much about. 

Turning to the victim of his shoulder bumping, he began a soft spew of apologies. "I- I'm so sorry. I didn't see you, and I was walking too fast, m-my bad." 

[ollypierce]

Primadonna || Oliver &Marcy

[hannahswritings]

She thought for a minute or two "Oh you mean the wheel chair, it's only a episode I'll most likely walk tomorrow." she smiled "I'm Marcy, who are you?"

[ollypierce]

With a brow raised, Oliver shook his head. "Nah, didn't mean your wheelchair, love." Finger's danced along the hem of his coat and he could feel himself coming to. He wouldn't label himself claustrophobic, but small areas with large crowds always had him panicking. It wasn't charming to some, but Oliver liked to think it was an endearing character trait. 

"I'm Oliver." He mumbled, mind beginning to return to the cynical sensations his brain bathed in. Who would be so conceited - so sure he was worried about her legs? For all he knew, she just had bad legs. Call him an asshole, but Oliver didn't mind indulging in the defensive paradigm. 

[simeonberke]

Exhaustion - Open

Shopping wasn’t fun, and Simeon didn’t know how some people did it all day. But now he had a wand and robes and books and a new bat that he really didn’t need, and he was done. 

Home wasn’t an option either because his parents were skulking around Knockturn Alley, but because he was supposedly too young, they left him alone as if leaving an eleven year old by himself was the better option.

"Fucking parents…" he grumbled as he kicked a sign over. An old witch stared at him and he flipped her off as he kept walking. "Bet Sol and Seb got to go with them…"

He kicked a rock which careened into a stray cat, which proceeded to hiss at him. He’d love to turn it into a rock or a puddle or something, but a wand wasn’t enough. He actually needed to know how to do stuff, but unfortunately he wasn’t there yet.

It was then he noticed some kid about his age staring at him, and he glared. “Can I help you?”

[ollypierce]

Oliver was alone in this damned place. His father had to work which left Julia taking care of his younger brothers, so this left poor little Olly wandering around like a chicken without a head. 

Feet wandered the streets and eyes glanced over the buildings and walkways in hopes of something interesting would happen. Things seemed to be getting dull in this magical world already, but then again, nothing really started. 

Oliver stumbled across a boy his age that seemingly had a temper. With a raised brow, he saw the cat hiss before trotting off. He stared at him and wondered what was so irritating to harm a cat. Sure, you could stomp a lizard or another human being, but a cat? That was out of line. 

"Probably not - just watching you harassing a cat with that scowl that makes you seem so approachable." Oliver said jokingly, in hopes he wasn't about to get murdered before he even got to Hogwarts. 

[hannahswritings]

Primadonna || Oliver &Marcy

She wheeled over to him "You okay?" she said looking up from her wheel chair. "You look like you're going to pass out."

[ollypierce]

Startled, Oliver looked up at the young girl and tried to compose himself. It wasn't everyday someone bothered to ask if another human being wasn't contemplating jumping from the nearest overpass, but hey, he was almost grateful. 

A small smile was etched onto his lips with poor craftsmanship, and Oliver gave the girl a thumbs up. "Just err, not good with crowds." Trying to laugh it off, Olly found himself waving his hand as if it was no big deal. Sure, he wanted to disembowel himself , but this girl didn't need to know. 

"What about you? How're you?" With a tilted head, the boy hoped to turn the conversation. He didn't care for the spotlight, and any seemingly precocious fifteen year old would say he was seeking attention, but that was more false than Oliver wanting to cut his own Achilles and walk. 

[ollypierce]

Primadonna || Oliver &Marcy

With knees trembling and threatening to give out on the cobblestone streets, Oliver leaned against the outside of Ollivander's and felt like someone just punched the air out of his gut. The crowds were getting thicker, and with the more people that swooped into Diagon Alley, the more it felt like all the oxygen was being taken from him. 

Shimmying along the buildings, Oliver found himself headed for a clearing in the herd. He felt lightheaded, and if anything, he almost wished his cat suffocated him last night with the excess fluff adorning that obese feline body. At a turn, Oliver stumbled alongside an empty alley and took in a gulp of air as if he'd been oxygen deprived for almost three minutes. 

A shaky hand rubbed his eyes, and once his vision started to become clear, he let his back slide down the brick's so he could let the tension flow out of him. 

[morganaveryofslytherin-deactiva]

Morgan’s head was in the cloud. She wasn’t paying attention to where she was walking at all, and accidentally knocked a stranger to the ground. “Oh my god, I am so sorry. Are you alright, did I hurt you?”

[ollypierce]

Oliver's fingers ran along his wand's box as if to take a hot iron and melt this memory onto the ripples of his brain. Legs moved on autopilot to the next shop to get his books and other necessities. Though, a particular step had him slammed into a walking girl that left his ass on the cobblestone walkway. "N- no, I'm fine." He mumbled with fingers grasping onto his fallen belongings.