Oliver was starving. But his bag was heavy with his schoolbooks for the day so he made a stop in his dorm before dinner. He was distracted, thinking about the assignments he still had to do that night. He barely paid any attention to the flickering of the torch lights. He stepped through the door into his dorm and stopped short at the sight in front of him.

"What..." He mumbled to himself. He let his bag fall of his shoulder as he walked toward his bed. Or where his bed used to be. Now the mattress was upside down on the floor and practically shredded. And that was the least of it. His trunk was open and stuff was strewn all over the floor. He assumed most of his dormmate's things had met the same fate but for now he was concerned with his own stuff. Clothes were crumpled and torn. Bottles were broken and puddles of potions were still wet on the floor. The books he hadn't had with him were torn and ripped pages lay everywhere. And his art stuff.

Oliver was paralyzed, unable to take his eyes off the destruction and unable to really feel anything yet. Fortunately he kept a lot of his art stuff in his bag on his person. His sketchpad, a lot of paint. But he had tons more paint in his trunk. Had being the key word. Now there was paint on the floor and the walls and the wood of his bed. He sank to his knees and reached under his bed, where he kept his current paintings. All three of the projects he'd been working on were torn. He wasn't sure if even reparo could fix them. He was going to have to start over. And his old sketchbooks. He was getting more frantic now as he searched for them through the mess. Torn papers would be much harder to repair than any of his stuff and things he had drawn were irreplaceable. He'd kept a lot of other stuff in those sketchpads too. He grabbed this frantically, salvaging whatever he possibly could.

He wasn't hungry anymore. Now he was devastated. His eyes felt hot but even though he was alone he didn't want to cry. He was going to have to deal with all of this somehow. But at the moment his mind was not operating super rationally. He'd deal with it later.