 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Oliver felt like a bit of a doofus as he approached the memorial. He was carrying a bouquet of conjured lilies, thanks to Transfiguration, surrounded by annoying butterflies which weren't even of his own creation. Guh. Someone had gone nuts with the spell – there were butterflies, like, everywhere. He hadn't attempted the spell again since he conjured that raven sized hairy scary butterfly... *shudder* .. which thankfully he hadn't seen since class.
But... this was a favour to his half-sister, Emily. This Forrester dude, apparently, had been her favourite professor. She had been devastated by the news of his death.
He laid the flowers down by the memorial and pouted a bit, looking skyward.. what now? Say something? Guh- no. He criss crossed his chest the way he had seen muggle Catholics do in the movies, whilst wearing a look of confusion on his face.
He backed away a few paces, then turned and got the hell out of there.
Dead people. *shudder*
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