Wallflower

"Interesting."Oliver remarked taking his flask out of his pocket and opening it up. For the day it only contained fierwisky and sugar but that was okay with the student. "You want some?" She asked holding the mettle bottle out to the girl next to him after taking a sip of its contents. "Might make today a little more interesting." This was the first time in almost a week Oliver had Actully drank anything but he was constantly craving the drug he had bought from the third year ravenclaw girl upon his arrival at hogwarts, and he was almost out. He'd have to be sure and buy some more.

Vivianna raised a single eyebrow as Oliver pulled out a flask. Well then, that was quite the interesting development. The witch nodded when the drink was offered to her, and took it gently from the other student's grip. Pulling out her wand and casting a spell to reveal the contents, the girl smirked as the results came back this firewiskey and sugar. Rolling her eyes, the girl handed it back without drinking.

"I don't get high before brewing," she responded simply. That was never a good idea, and always ended in something getting blown up, especially with her unstable experimental potions. She also had to work later, and being high in a wand shop was never a good idea.

"Now what's the fun in that?" Oliver asked returning the flask from where it came from. He felt he perfoed his best in this state. He was calmer and had found most his best concoctions when mixing his own potions. "My favorite thing to do when like this is fly. You knever know what's going to happen. It helps put me at the top of my game." He smirked at the girl before leaning back to rest against the wall behind him. "Or maybe go to the potions room and mix up something of my own. It is always fun to see what I could come up with in there."

Yet again, Vivianna found herself raising an eyebrow at the Gryffindor. Was he trying to get himself killed? "Sure," the teenager said with a shrug, "go and putter around in the potions lab. As long as you don't mess with any of my stuff or get yourself blown up, I don't care. Don't particularly fancy seeing your guts splashed all over the walls next time I go down there, see." The witch was definitely smirking a wicked smirk by time she finished her last words.

Out of the corner of her eye, Vivianna noticed something green and moving. Turning to look, she spotted a familiar toad. Walking over and scoping the creature up, the teenager wondered exactly how Snidget had gotten there. She'd have to take care of the creature until she saw Bertie next.

"Why would I get myself blown up?" Oliver asked, "I've spent almost half my life in a potions lab and the rest of the time on the quidditch pitch. I'm a big boy and know what I'm doing." Oliver said. And watched as the girl bent over to pick up what looked like a frog. He had seen the little thing before. It's owner had screamed at him about not stepping on the little thing, even though he had been laying on the ground hi back proper up against a tree. "That things owner will be missing him." He stated quietly remembering that day.

"Really," Vivianna responded dryly, "half your life in a potions lab, then how come I never see you down there?" Vivianna was always in the potions lab. Students weren't allowed in unsupervised without special permission, which was only ever given to seventh years, but she had struck a deal with a Professor a few months prior. She would finally be allowed the lab permission she wanted, if she tutored other students in the subject. The Slytherin had been more than fine with that, and had even gotten the next two year's curriculum out of the deal.

"I know," the witch replied, before pocketing the creature, glancing at Oliver curiously and wondering how he knew Bertie. Bertie was two years younger than them, and a Ravenclaw, but the teen shrugged it off.