Oliver was delighted when two people, an older girl and his new partner-in-crime, agreed to go with him. He grinned at them both. "Yes!" he said, quietly. "It is a nice day outside. It would be a shame to waste it!" Of course, he conveniently forgot to mention that studying outside on a nice day was the hardest thing for him to do. They'd both find that out eventually. Studying in itself was boring anyway. He could easily (maybe) do it later in the library or something after dinner. That was what the night was for, right?

He shook Lybov's hand, pausing to ask, "How do you say that again? Lee--Ly--bof? I'm Oliver DiCaprio. Aoife," he pointed at her, "and I are first-years." It was embarrassing not being able to pronounce someone's name, but she had a thick accent and a difficult name according to his Californian standards. "Where are you from?" he asked Lybov after shaking her hand. He hadn't unpacked anything, so he slung his backpack over his shoulders and waited for the girls to finish packing up their stuff.

Once they had finished packing, he began to lead the group outside, feeling antsy for the grass and the blue sky and the slightly breeze. It was too bad it was fall and not spring, but either worked for him. As long as the days were nice. He could even enjoy winter to an extent.

As soon as they got outside, he flopped down under a tree and sighed happily. His backpack was half off of his shoulders, a little uncomfortable as he lay sprawled on the grass, but good enough. He grinned at the girls, holding up a hand to block the bright sun from blinding him. It still reflected a little off his cornflower blue eyes, making them look lighter than they were in contrast to his black hair. "So what're you guys going to work on?"