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POTIONS ON certain days meant doing either potions or writing. all lesson. in olives opinion, yes, it was fun to actually get up and move around but the girl found writing calming, then again, she seemed to find a lot of things calming.
today was one of those days. the potions teacher was fumbling around in his journal and was constantly tapping his pen. he'd given the class a five-hundred word essay on what they believe in and of course, barely any of them were really writing about that.
one of them was olive, she was sat next to remus, who was of course doing what was assigned, but olive was just drawing and writing notes everywhere across the notebook. she lifted her head to look around, whilst noticing the redhead sat next to her, she ripped a piece of paper off her book and scrambled around on the note.
' hi rose, i'm bored. are you? '
olive stared at the teacher who was half asleep on his desk while passing the note to a busy lily.
lily's eyes diverted from her work and grabbed ahold of the piece of paper olive had passed her, she read it quickly and was instantly confused.
' hi. why the name rose? my name has no resemblance to such a name, and no i'm not bored '
olive groaned while reading the note.
' why is your handwriting so neat. also, i find rose and lily quite alike when you really think about it. '
' well they really aren't. is your brain really that pea brained to think such a thing? '
olive scoffed aloud and pushed lily's note into her pocket and leant over to the girls' desk and whispered to her " i always thought rose's were quite beautiful. just like you hm "
lily's face went beatroot red and she crossed her arms as olive laughed into her shoulder.
olive leant back into her seat and got nudged by remus, who looked at her curiously " what was that about? "
" nothing rem, now what are you writing about? " olive asked the boy whole grinned in excitement " well, i was writing about how they should make the library hours twenty-four- "
olive punched the boy in the arm and looked at him as if he were crazy " twenty-four hours? my boy. you need to get help. "
" oh shut it reed "
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olive seemed to always find a way to entertain herself, no matter where she was. for some unknown reason, she was sat in a tree, willow tree to be correct. she'd held a black inked pen in her hand along with a small journal, her brother had gotten the muggle items for her at a muggle shop when looking for christmas presents.
the journal was a grey hardcover and the pages were coffee stained. the pages had a rust feel and made the roughest hands become delicate in a small matter of time, the inked pen she had also been given glided across the pages as if they were made for eachother. she'd draw small characters in the corners of the pages or little ideas everywhere else.
