Guh... she was frowning? Oliver cocked a brow and was going to ask her why, but he decided it probably wouldn't be the brightest of moves. He was getting better at the whole engaging the gob the brain thing. The two used to work completely separately to each other. Her next words, however, made the Slytherin smirk and he reached out to poke her in the ribs. “So you find the idea of me dying at the hands of the Willow so hilarious funny. Thanks a lot, Cam... and here was I thinking you were actually growing to like me.” heh. Yeah.. there was the argument that he WANTED to attack the tree and get his branch.. but not when he was in a hyper sugar induced haze of oblivion thanks very much.

Urgh.. Again with saying the wrong thing. What was wrong with not liking fancy cookies? Sometimes he wished he knew exactly what went on in his girlfriend's head. He eyed her as she averted his eyes. Did everything seriously come back to being about her? Was that what she thought? Seriously, Oliver had an ego, yeah, but this was self-centredness of an entirely different kind. “Cam.. they're delicious.” He said taking another bite and chewing slowly. “Whatcha want me to do? Write a song and do a little dance about how amazingly awesome they are?” S.A.R.C.A.S.M. hehehe!

“That's cos I'm nice to them?” He smiled. “They don't like it when you scowl at them. They take it as a sign of hostility.” As did most humans, but Oliver found it oh so cute on Cameron's pale face. What a strange boy he was.
He rolled his eyes. Trixie had said something similar about his Head Boyness the other day too. He just wasn't very good at it, was he? They should have chosen some kid with a permanent halo. “Yeah.. but the firsties wont find out about this, will they?” He smirked and gave Cam a look – no 'rumour' spreading. That would be uncool.

He laughed. He couldn't help it. That dirty drainpipe cackle of his dared to raise it's ugly head and guffaw at Cam's insecurities. “You ARE my squishy. You give the best cuddles.” HE winked and left it as that. She wasn't ruddy fat!

A canopy of rather girlish dark lashes fluttered as he closed his eyes when Cam kissed his forehead. Le sigh. So.. sweet. He was becoming such a mushy sap the more time he spent with this chick. She trusted him. He trusted her. Those words spoke volumes to the Snake.

But of course such moments never lasted and Oliver was back to grinning amusedly yet again. “No.” He replied. “But you can be weird sometimes, Cam.” He teased playfully. “You could always use it as an excuse NOT to be in any pictures.” He suggested in all seriousness. “No one's gonna argue with your beliefs.” Crafty. He wasn't a snake for no reason, was he? “..But, you know, I reckon a photograph preserves your spirit. Captures a moment in time for long after you're gone.” And there was nothing wrong with 'character' in a shot for that reason alone – hell, it was a good thing in Oliver's opinion.

Killed? He closed his eyes and shook his head, then opened them and gulped. It WAS possible even if the chances were VERY slim, but the lad had been blocking it. Looking at the positives only. “You're not gonna die.” He said softly. “I reckon Tate would throw himself in front of any impending doom if he thought any of the champions were in that much trouble.” He polished off his cookie and eyed the box. Would she let him have another? “But, no, to answer your question, I wont hate you.”

He knew it. He knew it because he had done the same thing when he put his name in the goblet. Beneath the cocky façade he felt as if he had something to prove too. Not quite on the same scale as Cameron, but to the people who thought he was all talk and no action... and he KNEW people thought that of him. He smiled a little and nodded. He understood.

By the way Cam was talking, this was it.. the big deal. They were a 'proper' couple who would one day have responsibilities like paying bills and keeping track of their budget. He shivered inwardly. He was still a child! Such things never crossed his twitchy brain. “Who needs that when you've got a Trixie to do it for you?” He winked. Snort.

He continued with the face pulling and nodded. “Oh look there's a camera!” He went crossed eyed. “Oh nooooo.. that's gonna be a baaad one!” BAHAHAH! He smoothed out face back into it's cherub-likeness and grinned. “You sound like my mum.” Wind changing and all that shizz.
He shrugged. “I know. We could ask Tatertot. It's for a good cause after all...”