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?"
Aoife wasn’t looking forward to studying. She was dreading it. For some reason Aoife found studying almost impossible. No matter how hard she tried she always got distracted by something or another... more
What we do outside stays outside Oliver,Mon Apr 2 11:25
Another girl at their table spoke up soon after herself, agreeing to come outside with them. Lyubov returned her smile. The more the merrier! The more she thought about it, the more going outside... more
“Looo-boff, Is that it? ”Aoife repeated the older students name to familiarise herself with it. She had a strange name herself and it was a little annoying when people spelt it wrong. The smile on... more
"Loo-boff, Loo-boff. Got it. Sorry." Oliver smiled apologetically. He was sure he wasn't the only one who had ever asked her, but it was a hard name to pronounce on the first try. He was pretty happy ... more
She smiled and waved off Oliver's apology. "It's okay! And yes, that's how you say it," she added with a nod to Aoife. If she was American, she would have probably asked Aoife to repeat her name as... more
Aoife liked the sound of Ukraine and decided that in the future she might visit it. She listened with a smile on her face as Lyubov described her home it really did sound lovely. Throwing her hands... more
Ukraine sounded like a cool place. Art everywhere would be so cool. Going to places like Long Beach where they had art festivals was cool enough, but he could hardly imagine living in a sort of... more
“Oh, Scribblifors!” Lyubov exclaimed. It had been a fairly easy spell to learn. She had always had a talent for Transfiguring things, and all the spells they were taught that involved a changing in... more
“Yes, that’s what we call them back home. We call French fries chips.” Aoife said in answer to her friend’s question. It was funny she couldn’t help but think that she still saw Ireland as home, when ... more