As soon as the Slytherin prefect tagged him, Oliver jumped onto the snake...and held on for dear life. It was a lot different than he'd been expecting. He had no control over the movement. It was not like riding a bike. He wrapped his arms around the neck of the snake and just tried not to fall off. What would happen if he did? If he broke all his bones and could not tag the next person? That would be bad.

He was so busy trying not to die, that he almost forgot to look for things on the ground. Oh yeah. What were they supposed to find. Just anything? Olly spotted a quill on the ground, so he grabbed that. Hopefully that was something they were supposed to find, and had not just been dropped by a careless student. Whatever.

He was eager to be able to slide off and tag the next person. Come on, Slytherin!