Myth & Magic

Chαρριε 34

Third Person POV starring Olivia Maher :))) (get rekt Aurelia and Nieve im making you wait🖕🙂🙃)

After her Potions class with the Ravenclaws, Hufflepuff Olivia makes her way to her common room, then up to her dorm.

When she gets there, her friends are already waiting, the sound of their complaints and their mirth fill her ear.

The sound of their voices overlapping each other like waves on the shore of a beach makes her smirk, then smile.

"The pasta was overcooked, if it's like that again one more time I swear to god I will actual strangle each and every house elf-"

"You can't strangle everyone who overcooks their pasta-"

"Watch me-"

"Has anyone seen my hair tie-"

"It's on your wrist you little imbecile-"

"Says the one who circled the whole dorm just to find something that was on her bed the whole time-"

"It was small-"

"It was not-"

"Amelia was it small?"

"No, could still see it if I squinted-"

"Fourth opinion?"

Olivia walks to her bed to find her hairbrush. Also taking the opportunity to gang up on her friend.

"Oh that frog toy was not small-"

A cackle from the girl sewing on another flag to her clothes.

"Exactly." Erin paces to the exit of their dorm. "Well?"

"Well what?" Olivia raises her arms in a questioning manner.

"Well are y'all gonna hurry up and get ready because I'm hungry and you don't want a hungry Erin."

Amelia, tall and hazel eyed, "I'll finish this later. I'm coming." She walks to join Erin at the door.

Erin looks at the other two expectedly, "Well?"

"Well what?" Their blonde friend retorts.

"Guess you're not hungry." With a wave of goodbye, the two brunettes walk out the door, leaving Olivia and Emily on their beds, sitting cross legged.

There's a brief moment of silence before they make eye contact.

"I'm hungry."

"So am I."

"Race you?"

Olivia laughs, "Youre on."

When they get to the great hall, Emily winning by a split second, their two friends are already sitting at the yellow and black table, saving two spots for them.

Olivia snatches the seat adjacent to Amelia, taking in the delicious aroma of all the foods that the house elves had prepared as their meal.

"The pasta better not be overcooked my fricking god." A mutter, and you can only guess who that came from.

"Whatever it's still food." Olivia retorts

"Wait guys," Amelia eyes the green table "I have an idea."

I'm happy, do you like this chappie? I hope you do. Aurelia check under your bed and in your closet tonight. But anyways it's getting good... and long...but good. Gives you an idea bout my OCs / friends.

~ Nicole :)