 Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese
Olivia had been very curious about the strange Groundskeeper. Not only a Groundskeeper...but also the Flying instructor? He was a burly man, and it amazed her that he could instruct them about brooms... but there he was in the sky; balancing perfectly along one. It was a rather charming sight, and the blonde found herself applauding. Literally applauding. Her hands were loudly slapping together at the graceful display, and Liv happened to know a thing or two about "graceful displays". She was a ballerina, after all.
"Bravo, sir. Bravo!"
Also, no school brooms necessary for her! Olivia had been gifted one by her professional quidditch player father. It was league standard and everything. One of her prized possessions, if she really put thought into it. That was normal, right? For a person to consider their broom a "prized possession"? Ahem, in preparation for the lesson, Liv had trimmed its twigs and everything the night before (just as her dad had taught her). So, it (and she) were ready to go.
Oh!... And there was a lone ickle (Zellana) already present (and an Ace, but she knew Ace and that was completely different). It would've been terribly rude not to approach and try to make some type of small talk...right? Merlin, the blonde didn't want anyone to assume she was rude. Especially not any of the younger kids. "Hello! ....Are you excited?"
__________________ We live in cities you'll never see onscreen..._______________________________________________
So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________
Livin' in ruins of a palace, within our dreams...____________
We're on each other's team._____
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