Y/n l/n was ashamed of the way she died. Choking on an olive wasn't exactly the most elegant way to go. She didn't even like them, her 'friends' had forced her- and when she gagged because of the horrid taste, it got caught in her throat.
But when...
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OLIVE SETTLED DOWN at the Gryffindor table for breakfast one early Tuesday morning with Dorcas by her side. Although they very quickly separated from each other and took their settled down with different people. The two of them had started sitting at the Gryffindor table on most weekdays now, not because Olive liked it more than the Slytherin table, but because of two things; one, she wished for Marlene to realise that she didn't actually fancy Sirius Black and that she was actually head over heals in love with Dorcas. It was obvious that Marlene's little crush on Sirius was only that, a crush.
The second reason was to keep a closer eye on Lily.
It hadn't even been four weeks since Severus had pulled her aside and told her about the curse his 'friends' were going to cast on her. Although, it wasn't as if she needed her protection. From how well Lily had been performing in their shared Defence Against the Dark Arts class, she was starting to fear more for Lily's potential attackers than for her own sisters safety. Although Lily couldn't preform non-verbal or wandless magic yet, her spells were powerful and her theories were always correct.
Remus was kind of the same in that way, although he didn't possess quite the same amount of patience she had. James and Sirius were also very talented, although their method of learning wasn't through books and study, but rather through tries and fails. There had been multiple occurences where spells had flown just past Olive's head or actually hit another student, and every time — the marauders (including Peter) had recieved a loud scolding from the curly redhead. The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor Mr, Wuck — a very tall, lanky man with a rather flat nose that Olive suspected had been broken once or twice — had gotten used to it, and found that her scoldings worked better on the trouble-making four than his own.
Potions were going very badly for Olive. The fact that her daily routine still consisted of waking up extremely early in the morning with the goal to continue her deep-dive into counter-curses, as well as all of the benefits and disadvantages of preforming and meddling with dark magic, probably didn't help either. She suspected that Dumbledore had said something to the strict Madame Pince — also known as the horrible hag to those that visited the library often — since the woman no longer supervised her as closely when she was doing her research in the restricted section. Of course, she still checked in every few minutes or so to ensure that Olive wasn't doing anything illegal . . but the fact of the matter still remained. She could read more freely. And of course she used this to the fullest advantage.
