Twitch... dance. Twitch.. dance... Twitch.. dance.

Oh dear MERLIN! Make it stoooop!

*pout*

Sooo... stealing anything containing sugar didn't seem the brightest of ideas right now. The inability to relax was bad enough thank you very much. But Oliver was kinda hungry so he made his mind up to go up to the Great Hall and have something savoury.. and sugar free.

He stopped his little dance routine and turned away from the kitchen door, only to be greeted by the sound of Lorelai Bristol's voice. HAH! Great timing! He could use some company right now.. take his mind off stuff, you know?

He grinned a rather devilish mischievous grin at the girl. “Loripoo.” He greeted her and looked her up and down while he rocked on the balls of his feet. His eyes moved upwards to look at her hair. Meh.. looked kinda nice.

His girlfriend? Nice to see you too, Lori. “...Haven't seen her. We're not joined at the hip, you know?” Far from it... especially since NEWTs started. She wanted a cuddle? Oliver blinked and eyed her for a moment longer... and then launched himself at her, wrapping his arms around her little frame and embracing her in a tight bear hug.

*Squiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish*

...

So.. apparently Oliver needed a cuddle too.