“Pleasure to meet you, Taryn.” He let out a small laugh. “There are more people around here willing to harm others than you’d think,” he admitted. “You just have to know where to look. Surprisingly enough, Slytherin is not where you go finding those people.” Oliver had found several students that would do more than just harm others. And those were the ones he greatly admired. He followed her around into the hallway, keeping his eyes peeled for anyone.
“I guess I just don’t go hunting them out,” She shrugged, “I usually do things on my own. I’ve experienced  more than my fair share of backstabbers in my time, when I’ve worked with other people at least,” She eyed him out of the corner of her eyes, “I trust I won’t have that problem with you?” Taryn had used memory erasing charms more than she’d admit out loud and she wasn’t afraid to do it again. She hoped she wouldn’t though. She had a good feeling about Oliver.Â
As they rounded a corner, she heard a few students talking, and put her hand up to shush him, “Quiet,” She peered around a pillar, “That’s him.. That’s the one who messed with the paintings.”












