SPOILER!!: Wesley <3
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imaginarynumb3rs 
Wesley, kinda, shifted her eyes so she could see Oliver, still holding her head and hands steady for Miranda. Unable to shake her head, she whispered, "No. Never ever in my whOLE entire life," then, after a itty bitty pause, "Have you?" Frowning in thought, Wesley decided that he had, because he was older, and therefore, automatically knew everything. It never occurred to the 13-year-old that some first year, like Aaron or Sidney, might apply that same rule to herself.
Still watching him as he backed away, the Hufflepuff let out a small, frightened squeal when the older boy collided with the air. Eyes the size of engorged Pygmy Puffs, Wesley quickly squeezed them tight, even though she couldn't see anything. They were that close to her the entire time!? If it hadn't been for the straps she was holding, she would've felt around her space for any other Thestrals. Or maybe not, since she didn't want to touch one.
Peeping her eyes open when Oliver spoke again, the teenager shook her head violently, "Nonononononono-oops! Sorry Miranda!" Holding her head steady once more, Wesley asked back, voice solemnly hushed, "C-can you?"
But Wesley never waited around to hear the answer. As soon as it had escaped her lips, the most awful thud was heard. Twisting her head around to the sound's source, forgetting to hold still, she gasped in horror at the sight of Professor Lawson (the man) lying down in the mud.
Scrambling over to the paddock, the Hufflepuff scaled the fence and then fell, into the dirt below. It was no matter, however! She scrambled up and ran over to the steadily growing crowd.
Oliver had to strain to hear the little whisper coming from Wesley. He nodded his head to her question.
“Once. When I was eleven.” He replied to the wee girl.
“So I'm no expert but I know the basics.” Shrug.
“But this looks fun, don't you think?” Judging by the look on her face: No.. it did not look like fun to her. heh.
Oblivious to the squealing Wesley, Oliver turned back to face the group. His Threstral seemed just fine. In fact, Oliver probably got more of a shock than it did. His eyebrow raised at the wee Puff and her repeated use of the word
'no'. Right so she couldn't see them.
Damn. She might have been of some use here. He was about to open his mouth to answer her question and she was off!
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aussiegirl His body bounced a couple of times and he had enough time to look up and see Evelyn cross the finish line. Marcus laid back down and groaned loudly, he was never going to live this down.
He watched her go and his eyes fell on Professor Lawson who was lying on the ground and groaning. A mischievous smile curled up Oliver's lips. Beaten by a ickle girl. Poor man.
“Nice one, Professor.” He said giving the man a sarcastic thumbs up.”
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Liisa "Alright, on the count of three, I want you to stand up on your left leg and swing the right one over the thestral's back," she said, making sure she had a firm grip on Ayra's foot. "One... Two... Three!"
He looked at the other professor.. the heavily pregnant one who was busy helping one of the students onto her Thestral. Oliver was petting his scaly horse so he knew where it was, and in case it decided to move away from him.
“Professor? Surely if we threw some paint at them we'd be able to see them?” heh.
“Jus' it would make this class a little easier for those who are unfortunate enough not to be able to see them.” His Thestral made a sound at this comment which sounded very much like a protest.
Pfft. It didn't understand. Pure coincidence.
...Right?