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noodles · 01-29-2010, 10:37 PM

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Originally Posted by Super Spaz

Dylan nodded, "Yep he has a tail. I don't live near muggles, so I didn't see the point in having it cut." He shrugged, and starting stroking Artie, as the pup curled up on his lap.

Oliver smiled drowsily at the boy and his crup and nodded. “Nah. I agree. No need to cause the poor thing pain if you don't live near muggles. The Ministry are too strict about some things.” He watched the wee thing. They seemed to make nice faithful pets to wizards. “What's his name?” He asked looking back at the boy.

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Originally Posted by Tomasina Riddle

He was going to strangle him, thats what he was going to do. He started to get up off his bed. He could take Oliver. He was all wizard, with no concept of muggle fighting. Diggy on the other hand was a natural at muggle fighting. Nevermind that him and JoJo were always pulling pranks on people that they needed to know how to fend of a attack by an anger victim. His hand curled into a rock hard fist. Paris' stern face flashed before him. She would kill him for fighting. Let alone like a muggle. Not that she was above punching someone in the nose, but it was more fun for her to beat someone with her wand.

"I think you just might keep your mouth shut about that," he said hotly as he held himself back from pouncing on Oliver and rolling him up in his own curtains and shoving him in a broom closet for a few days. If Oliver were smart and Diggy prayed he was, he would drop the subject and let it go. That not Diggy didn't mind getting in trouble, he just wasn't in the mood for a detention. They were long and boring and just highly impractical. Basically a waste of his time and talent. "You could have at least stayed to make sure I was alright. I mean I didn't even know where I was when I woke up." He obviously had no concept of family. Diggy would never have left one of his brothers or sisters by themselves when they had passes out. "Maybe I should have Paris mention that to grandpa." Yeah it was a cheap shot, but Diggy was still upset with Oliver and plus he was trying to embarrass him by brining up his fear of tomatoes.

He rolled his eyes at Oliver's last statement. "Nothing gets past you does it Sherlock," Honestly Diggy thought he saw smoke coming out of Oliver's ears as he tried to think why the crup looked so funny. Diggy wasn't usually this mean spirited, and his mother would be ashamed of him, but Oliver was just touching a raw nerve with Diggy. And to make it all the worse Oliver didn't even seem to know that he was rubbing Diggy the wrong way.

Oliver was completely oblivious to Diggy starting to move to.. punch his lights out? o.O Eh? He hadn't actually done anything to warrant such an overreaction. He covered his mouth as he yawned again and stared up at the ceiling finding shapes in the cracks like he was looking up at the cloudy sky. He traced the lines of a shape that looked disturbingly like his dad. He crinkled his nose. Couldn't even escape the man at Hogwarts. He averted his eyes from it, choosing instead to look at his snot green curtains. Man, he felt so fatigued right now. His whole body was aching with tiredness but he was so worked up after Quidditch that he wasn't sure his mind was going to allow him to sleep...

He looked over at Diggy when he spoke up again and raised his eyebrows when he saw the aggressive look on the lad's face.. and the angry body language.

Blink.

Blink.

Bewilderment.

“Alright. Calm down, Midget Boy.” He said with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. “I was just teasing you.” What was wrong with all the kids in this school? He groaned and looked away from the ranting boy. Didn't he just apologise? Didn't he? “Could have just left you on the floor in the Great Hall.” He mumbled. But no, Oliver struggled under the boys weight as he assisted him to the hospital wing and Oliver HATED hospitals! He stared at the small boy when he said he was going to tell his grandpa. Oliver's dad. He shook his head. “I apologised. What more do you want me to say?” He asked flatly. It upset him that Diggy would use that. He knew how he and Emmanuel didn't see eye to eye. Dillon was like his sister, Paris – spoilt and indulged. They had everything they could ever want handed to them on a golden plate.

He swung his long legs over the side of the bed and stumbled to his feet, his head aching with the sudden rush of blood. Normally he wouldn't let such things get to him but he was tired.. and stressed. “I think.. I think I need some air.” he mumbled and stumbled out of the common room clutching the side of his aching head.

01-29-2010, 10:37 PM	#46 (permalink)
noodles Hinkypunk Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: hiss Posts: 12,260 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rowan Fairfax Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ezra Greenwood Ravenclaw Fifth Year x2	*Oliver is a half blood who grew up in the muggle world shifty.* Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science! Quote: Originally Posted by Super Spaz Dylan nodded, "Yep he has a tail. I don't live near muggles, so I didn't see the point in having it cut." He shrugged, and starting stroking Artie, as the pup curled up on his lap. Oliver smiled drowsily at the boy and his crup and nodded. “Nah. I agree. No need to cause the poor thing pain if you don't live near muggles. The Ministry are too strict about some things.” He watched the wee thing. They seemed to make nice faithful pets to wizards. “What's his name?” He asked looking back at the boy. Quote: Originally Posted by Tomasina Riddle He was going to strangle him, thats what he was going to do. He started to get up off his bed. He could take Oliver. He was all wizard, with no concept of muggle fighting. Diggy on the other hand was a natural at muggle fighting. Nevermind that him and JoJo were always pulling pranks on people that they needed to know how to fend of a attack by an anger victim. His hand curled into a rock hard fist. Paris' stern face flashed before him. She would kill him for fighting. Let alone like a muggle. Not that she was above punching someone in the nose, but it was more fun for her to beat someone with her wand. "I think you just might keep your mouth shut about that," he said hotly as he held himself back from pouncing on Oliver and rolling him up in his own curtains and shoving him in a broom closet for a few days. If Oliver were smart and Diggy prayed he was, he would drop the subject and let it go. That not Diggy didn't mind getting in trouble, he just wasn't in the mood for a detention. They were long and boring and just highly impractical. Basically a waste of his time and talent. "You could have at least stayed to make sure I was alright. I mean I didn't even know where I was when I woke up." He obviously had no concept of family. Diggy would never have left one of his brothers or sisters by themselves when they had passes out. "Maybe I should have Paris mention that to grandpa." Yeah it was a cheap shot, but Diggy was still upset with Oliver and plus he was trying to embarrass him by brining up his fear of tomatoes. He rolled his eyes at Oliver's last statement. "Nothing gets past you does it Sherlock," Honestly Diggy thought he saw smoke coming out of Oliver's ears as he tried to think why the crup looked so funny. Diggy wasn't usually this mean spirited, and his mother would be ashamed of him, but Oliver was just touching a raw nerve with Diggy. And to make it all the worse Oliver didn't even seem to know that he was rubbing Diggy the wrong way. Oliver was completely oblivious to Diggy starting to move to.. punch his lights out? o.O Eh? He hadn't actually done anything to warrant such an overreaction. He covered his mouth as he yawned again and stared up at the ceiling finding shapes in the cracks like he was looking up at the cloudy sky. He traced the lines of a shape that looked disturbingly like his dad. He crinkled his nose. Couldn't even escape the man at Hogwarts. He averted his eyes from it, choosing instead to look at his snot green curtains. Man, he felt so fatigued right now. His whole body was aching with tiredness but he was so worked up after Quidditch that he wasn't sure his mind was going to allow him to sleep... He looked over at Diggy when he spoke up again and raised his eyebrows when he saw the aggressive look on the lad's face.. and the angry body language. Blink. Blink. Bewilderment. “Alright. Calm down, Midget Boy.” He said with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. “I was just teasing you.” What was wrong with all the kids in this school? He groaned and looked away from the ranting boy. Didn't he just apologise? Didn't he? “Could have just left you on the floor in the Great Hall.” He mumbled. But no, Oliver struggled under the boys weight as he assisted him to the hospital wing and Oliver HATED hospitals! He stared at the small boy when he said he was going to tell his grandpa. Oliver's dad. He shook his head. “I apologised. What more do you want me to say?” He asked flatly. It upset him that Diggy would use that. He knew how he and Emmanuel didn't see eye to eye. Dillon was like his sister, Paris – spoilt and indulged. They had everything they could ever want handed to them on a golden plate. He swung his long legs over the side of the bed and stumbled to his feet, his head aching with the sudden rush of blood. Normally he wouldn't let such things get to him but he was tired.. and stressed. “I think.. I think I need some air.” he mumbled and stumbled out of the common room clutching the side of his aching head. __________________ Last edited by noodles; 01-29-2010 at 10:42 PM.