-- a dull day, oliver

[roseweasley]

Rose sat at the bottom of the staircase. A yawn escaped her lips. It was a long day and the brunette had finally finished her last class of the day. Everything else was hers for the taking, except the girl was completely tired. She didn’t wanted to walk up the stairs and go for her bed, even if she was on the seventh floor already. She watched people run up and down the steps avoiding her at all costs and a possible collision. She was probably sitting at the wrong place definitely at the wrong time but a clear look of “I could care less” was plastered on her face. She was there for a long while thinking of just classes and the newts coming up. She was going to need to do a bit of extra studying to make sure she had more than almost perfect scores. But other than that she took her time just staring around the castle and ignoring the people going by. Rose’s mind began to work and she started making her lists of what needed to get down. She swears it’s the only thing that keeps her on track, that and music with a bit of quidditch thrown in.

The girl finally stood up and dusted off her uniform. She had to be on the steps for a good hour before she realized she was wasting any good time. The girl finally made her trip up the tower stairs and into the common room. Lucky for her it was lunch time and everyone was gone. She smiled a bit and went into her dorm. Laid on her trunk were music sheets. She was sad she couldn’t bring along her muggle keyboard, but reading some notes and imagining the sound could do her some good. Rose wrapped some hair behind her ear before grabbing the sheets of music and going back down the common room. The girl turned on the fire and took a seat against the wall of the fireplace. Her fingers began to tap her leg and her foot twitched as if a padel laid under it. She pretended she was home and playing, buy it wasn’t the same. Her eyes sorted over the notes and her mind went with it until the song was finished and Rose was staring at the wall. Her attention span was going to lead her to no good, he mother always said that.

“Isn’t anything fun to do at this school.” She muttered as she placed her papers on the ground and slumped against the wall. “Or at least anything that can keep my interest.” A sigh left her lips and she rolled her eyes.

[greyback]

Sometimes it was like the professor intended to annoy the complete shit out of you, luckily enough for his charms professor he was a very understanding person and wasn’t easily agitated by a professor’s pointless rambling and intention to publicly humiliate you because of your poor ability in his class. Everyone knew Oliver was more of a potions master than anything else, he pretty much breathed the fucking subject and charms, well charms was a very boring subject and he was sure that they intentionally hired the really old male teachers that constantly smelled like cabbage and tobacco, it wasn’t a good combination, it was actually really off putting when it came to trying to learn because all you could concentrate on was cabbage. Sure it was a familiar old people smell but maybe he could put on a dash of aftershave once in a while? That way he wouldn’t hold his breath when he walked into the classroom and stick his head into his jumper.

After an hour of pointless rambling the lesson was over and the professor allowed them all to leave and handed them their assignments that had been marked as they left. Standing at the back of the queue the older ravenclaw watched as people broke into a smile as they got handed back their assignments and Oliver just shuffled along until the professor looked with him with a stern look and handed him the paper he had written. A large red A was in the top left hand corner of the paper and his professor smiled and went back to his desk. Shoving the assignment into his bag she continued to walk to the Ravenclaw tower wondering if anyone would actually be in there. It was now lunch time but he wanted to put his stuff in his trunk before he went and had his lunch with his fellow house mates.

Gently he jogged up the stairs to the tower and muttered the password to the Ravenclaw common room before the portrait swung open and allowed him to enter the common room. As he walked in he noticed a very familiar brunette sat on the floor by the wall. He didn’t make a sound and gently placed his bag on the floor listening to her words that she spoke to herself, “I know what you mean, boring as fuck this old place but I suppose you just have to embrace it. Something good will happen eventually.” He smiled at his best friend before sitting down next to her and laid his head into her lap, “I got an A on my charms essay, bit of an achievement for me seeing as I never pass charms.”

[roseweasley]

Rose’s eyes were hanging low while she was complaining. It was to a point she was completely out of it. So much she didn’t hear anyone enter nor see Oliver come in. She was off in her own world trying to think about what she could do that would cause some excitement for herself. She was so deep in thought, that when Oliver did talk she couldn’t help but have her brown eyes pop open. Oliver was practically in front of her making her wonder where the time flew and how the hell he was able to creep up on her. “Fuck Oliver, you’re gonna kill me one day.” She sighed shaking her head. She then ran a hand through it and fixed it a bit after the shake. The girl looked at the brunette and rolled her eyes. Rosie wasn’t one to get scared easily, but when Oliver popped out of nowhere, bam, the girl would jump. The girl just watched him sit down. “I don’t embrace the dullness, I can’t, won’t mesh right with me. Come Ollie you know that.” She laughed a bit, “I want something to happen now, right now.” Rose basically demanded while looking at the sky hoping someone up there heard her.

Oliver moved and adjusted himself. He now was laying his head on her lap and her hand automatically went to playing with his hair, a bad habit she created. She looked straight in front of her and nodded at the boy. It took a bit but finally registered what he was saying. “Ollie, that’s amazing!” she grinned at him. “That deserves a treat. Next time we go to Hogsmead, the butterbeer is on me.” The girl looked down at the boy. She felt a spark of pride for him. He was a close friend of hers and just his accomplishments made her feel wicked. Rose acted like a badass, like everything was easy, and that she didn’t care, but when it came to people like James, Makenzie, and Oliver, well Rose thought they mattered a whole lot. The girl continued to play with Oliver’s hair. She had a smile on her face from the good news he gave her. But once again, her mind was off in some other direction. It took a bit but she was back on track. “Hey, why aren’t you at lunch? You boys are like black holes when it comes to food.” She asked Oliver with a smirk on her face.

[greyback]

Oliver and Rose were extremely good friends. They’d had met each other when they had taken the train here and ever since then they had clicked. They made a good team, especially when it came to cheering each other up. Oliver was always able to cheer her up, he just did one of his stupid dances and a smile would spring to her face. Although most people enjoyed his dance, it was like a gift, being able to cheer people up always made him feel good about himself. Since they had been in the same house for seven years, Oliver pretty much knew her like the back of his hand. Some best friends would say they knew each other well but Oliver definitely knew her well. They had spent seven years in the same classes and in the same common room so he could easily tell you what she liked and disliked, knowing Rose she could probably do the same!

A small chuckle escaped his lips when he noticed he had scared her, which was like Ollie. He was able to sneak around without people noticing him, considering how quiet he was, it was pretty easy! “Sorry.” He shot her an apologetic smile before he closed his eyes briefly and thought how the only person who’d be pleased about his grade was Rose. He could hardly tell his father, Fenrir Greyback wouldn’t care about his sons grade and Oliver didn’t know who his mother was. “I’m just saying! Don’t be impatient wait for something good to happen, and it would happen.” He nodded at his own wise words before he looked at her with his chocolate brown eyes and laughed, “You know Ms. Weasley? You are awfully impatient!”

As he laid his head into her lap he felt her fingers weave gently through his dark hair and a small smile formed on his lips before he closed his eyes. “I know right? I was well chuffed with myself!” Sure it sounded stupid but he was beyond happy with that grade, while others wouldn’t be to pleased with it. “I’ll remember that next time we’re in Hogsmeade! And don’t try and deny it because I have an amazing memory when it comes to drinks that are offered to me!” One thing he loved was a good butterbeer, the refreshing cold beverage was always amazing and he loved it. They sat in silence for a few minutes before she questioned him about lunch and he laughed gently, “I was going to go eat. I thought I’d drop my bag off first and then go to the great hall, but I can wait till dinner.” He wasn’t to fussed on food, besides if he got hungry he’d just go down to the kitchen and eat. There was a solution for everything.

[roseweasley]

Rose looked down at the boy. It seemed like he didn’t know who he was talking to. Oliver should have known. Rose was always impatient. Nothing could keep up with her interest which demanded continuous entertainment. She was completely surprised she had an friends to begin with. Oliver just stuck by her since that day on the train. Somehow he liked that about her. Even when her momma told her it was going to be hard finding friends who weren’t family and would accept her behavior. Rose was glad she could prove the famous Hermione Granger wrong, she loved the feeling. Rose gave him a face before sticking her tongue out at him. “Thank you Oliver for pointing out the obvious.” She rolled her eyes and slumped back a bit. This girl was not one to just sit around. It was an achievement that she could get through classes, except she did have her moments where she randomly would get up and walk around or go to a window and look out it. Usually it resulted with an attempt to embarrass her by her professors but the problem was Rose would never do such a thing unless she was prepared for the backlash of her teachers.

The girl giggled a bit and continued to move her fingers through his hair. “As you should be, charms and you definitely don’t get along.” She nodded as she tried to make a braid in his hair. This was only resulted with her twisting his hair around. So much for short hair. Rose laughed, “Is that so? Well then I’ll make sure I don’t randomly offer drinks to yea, I’ll lose all my allowance.” She continued with the task of trying to get a good braid. But soon she had to give up and just go back to running her fingers through it. At least she gave the task a shot. Rose nodded as he explained himself. “So you rather stay here with boring ole me than go to the Great Hall was mess around with your food with your mates?” That actually sounded like Rose. She would go to the Great Hall and sometimes be found throwing bits of food at James. He always got her back, but she sort of was the one that always started it. That or she would fix foods together and see who would eat it, or her famous act, pour her uncle’s treats into the drinks and see what happens. She then would record it and owl the results to him. They may have to be consensual, but Rose never thought to ask permission.

[greyback]

She had a delicate touch when it came to his hair and he was truly grateful that she didn’t tug on it like some girls would when it came to playing around. He didn’t understand why girls played with his hair but he would never complain he enjoyed it. Normally he was a nervous wreck around girls but Rose was easier to get along with considering they’d known each other for pretty much seven years. It was Rose that created the conversation in the carriages on the train not him, he was too afraid to start off a conversation especially with a female. A small ripple of laughter escaped from his lips and he shook his head before looking at her with a smile, “You are very immature, your old enough to know better so don’t stick your tongue out at me!” The tall ravenclaw rolled his eyes and pretended to be disappointed in her childish behaviour. Oliver could have immature moments also, his were rarer though and if you saw him in an immature mood then you could consider yourself one of his closest friends since he doesn’t always act childish around people.

Charms was Oliver’s worse subject and to actually achieve a pass made him believe in himself, if he could pass Charms he could pass any subject he wanted to! If he could pick any lesson to do for the rest of his life it would definitely be Potions that was most likely his favourite subject. So far throughout his education at Hogwarts he always got an O in potions but everything else was pretty average apart from Charms, that was below average. “If I’m honest I never thought I’d pass Charms,” He chuckled slightly and looked up at Rose with his dark brown eyes before he closed them again. “You’d be in debt if you always offered me a drink, Rose.” It was true, if someone offered him a drink he’d remember that for a very long time, it was hard for him to forget if someone offered to by him for a butter beer or fire whisky. “Yes, I’d rather stay in here with you. Boring old Rose Weasley” He beamed up at her before he closed his eyes again and began to hum to himself. If he got hungry he’d go grab something from the kitchen, it was simple.

[roseweasley]

Rose finished trying to braid her hair and to fixing it back to the way it was the best she could. She slid her fingers up from the side of his head to the tip of where his hair ended. It was quite interest catching. Well until Oliver accused her of being immature. The girl laughed. “And you’ve known me for long enough that I will always be immature. It is in my nature Ollie.” The girl stuck her tongue out at him once more. She then looked at his disappointed look before rolling her eyes. She knew him too well. Ever since they had met, Oliver could not get away with anything unless it was honest. This facial expression however, was completely fake. Her fingers went to his side and she dragged them up and down his side. “Oh what’s wrong? You don’t like my immaturity?” she raised her eyebrow as she continued to run her hand against his ribs. The action was more soothing to her than him. She always had her hands doing something. It could be drawing or painting, fiddling with potion ingredients, or playing the piano. She just had to keep herself busy. Busy, busy, busy Rose. That was all she was.

“Please mate, if you were in danger of failing, I’d save you in a heart beat.” The girl nodded. School was something Rose was good with. If anyone needed help, Rose was sure enough that she could help them out. Actually that was how she got her money for Hogsmead one year. She charged for assignments to be done by her for a certain grade. It was all closed after a professor found out. She had her parents and professor plus the headmaster together to discuss what should be done of her. In the end she was given a warning, seeing as she had to be doing it for the good of the students? Well that was Rose’s case anyways. She was quite the clever little witch. Rose just laughed at Oliver. She knew enough to offer just one drink, or if it were to be plural then to make a limit. Rose knew what she needed to do and how to do it. The girl gave him a stern look and poked him in the side. “Boring?” Rose questioned him. Rose was never boring, she could never be boring. If she felt she was, then well, they would have a problem.

[greyback]

Small fingers glided through his dark hair and he sighed slightly before taking a quick look around the common room to see if they had company, after all it would be a little bit embarrassing for Oliver if someone saw him cuddling up to Rose and she did have load of male cousins that could easily beat him into a pulp and he didn’t want that. When she stated she’d always been immature he shrugged and smiled slightly, it was something he knew but yet he’d always pick on her for it. “Yeah, I know. Maybe you could act your age for once though, no one will ever take you seriously if you sit there sticking your tongue out at people.” He looked up at her with his dark brown eyes and pulled his wand out of his pocket before speaking again, “I’m pretty sure I know a spell to make your tongue fall off, so if I catch you with your tongue out again you’ll be sorry.” Oliver laughed gently before resting his wand on his chest and scratched the side of his face before he closed his eyes again.

The Ravenclaw female touch his side and he squirmed slightly before laughing, “No touching the side! We’ve been through this, I’m very ticklish.” Oliver moved around uncomfortably wondering if she’d tickle him to make him more immature or leave him alone, it was hard to tell with Rose. “I do like your immature side, but you know me, I like to be serious about everything.” He nodded and looked at her with a serious look but couldn’t stop the smile from forming on his lips. Being with her made everything easy and he could always relax and be himself around her. He could jump on the couch and she’d most likely join in, but that was a rare mood for him.

When she stated how she’d save him if he was failing he smiled gently. Most Ravenclaw’s were always getting good grades and Oliver, well, Oliver was just Oliver. He hardly ever got an O, unless it was potions which was his top subject. He knew she’d probably either help him write his assignment if he was failing or write it for him, either way he’d be grateful but he wasn’t failing just yet he was still doing quite average. “Fair enough.” He spoke with a small chuckle before opening his eyes again and squirming when she poked his side, “What is this? Bully Oliver day?!” He scoffed and rolled off her lap and lay on his stomach on the floor before he moved his wand. “Don’t be mean.” He pouted and looked at her with his dark brown eyes before leaning his head on the cold floor, “Fine, you’re not boring.”