Oliver was lucky. He was blessed with the façade of an angel which meant he could act like a little devil and get away with it half the time. If it wasn't for his stupid expressive face, he could get away with ANYTHING! He was sure of it.

But... he seemed to have managed convince Cam that he was up to nothing so all was good in the world. Hehe!

He smiled satisfactorily and took a cookie. Oh yeah.. shifty snakey – he was so good at getting his own way. They were still warm and he took a bite. It melted in the mouth. Nommy. “You could set up competition with Torin when you graduate.” He commented. And that was a HELL of a compliment. He opened the white cardboard box and pushed it towards Cam. “Cake?” He offered. Not made by himself... but nicked from the kitchens nonetheless.

Flashy camerery things. Hehe! He snickered. “Get you all Ms Famous and in Demand.” He teased. “You really hate the idea of being in the paper that much? I think it'd be awesome. All that attention. Oliver was MADE for such things. heh.

She sounded almost robotic when she said she was going to do her best. “That's all you can do. You can't do better than best.” Er.. what? “I KNOW you'll be awesome.” He said with a cheeky smile and lay on his side, elbow on the grass and head resting on his hand as he gazed up at Cam.

What Training? He smirked. “There's no official training. I just thought you'd be out there on your broom... practicing shizz. And spells and stuff. I can help you if you want.” He offered. Although Cam's wandwork was streets ahead of his own but he could help with the physical training.