"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 to be surrounded by international students especially because they both had cool accents. He let them talk for a little bit as he lay on the grass, resting his head again and closing his eyes to block the sun with his eyelids.

He bet Lyubov was a pureblood. She seemed well-kept and all. If she was from the Ukraine, which he guessed was in Europe somewhere, maybe his dad knew about her. Being a half-blood meant he didn't pay much attention to his dad's side, especially since they lived in California and he never saw his dad's pureblood side of the family. They had always been too poor to travel outside of the country. For most of his family history, since his oldest brother was born anyway, the DiCaprios had moved a whole bunch of times all over America. Oliver hadn't even been born in California, but in Texas. He couldn't remember moving too much, and he was kind of glad for it, though not really. His brothers had experienced a whole lot of cool places and he was sort of jealous of that.

So surrounding himself with people from all over the world comforted him. He wanted to talk about where they were from, but he couldn't think of the right questions to ask. He wouldn't even know where to start. And anyway, they were studying stuff.

Politics sounded boring. He hated politics, maybe because he didn't understand it, maybe because he didn't care enough. He did have a book he wanted to read, though it wasn't academic in any way. Or maybe he could write in his journal. Matt had told him a journal was for girls, but Patrick thought it was good, so he'd kept it. It wasn't a real diary, but more of a log of his observations. He had lots to write about now since he hadn't really spent time writing in it since school had started.

Oliver sat up and met Aoife's green eyes when she turned to look at him. He smiled at her and his shoulders bobbed up and down. "I think working on spells are always more fun." It was his honest opinion, but he really liked to put homework off. Even if he had an hour or so to spend doing "homework," he knew he wasn't going to. Hadn't been planning on it even on coming to this study hall. Well, at least he could pretend.

"I'm gonna read up in the tree," he told them, smiling, and got up, righted his backpack, and began to climb up. He was almost like a monkey, getting up quickly. It helped that its branches were easy to grab onto, and he was a little ways up before stopping on a comfortable branch not too far from the ground. His worn Converse-clad feet dangled above the girls before he swung his legs over to stretch out and lean his back against the trunk of the tree. He put his backpack between his legs and pulled out his wand and his book. If he pulled out his journal, he would probably drop something.

Surprisingly, he found an unopened bag of crushed chips in his backpack. It was really random, but he looked down at the girls and held out the bag. "Does anyone want chips?" he called down to them. "They might not be in their original form, but should still be good." He smiled, trying to sell it to them. It would probably go back in the pack if they didn't want it.