Ewweee!.. what was that stench!?

Screwing up his face, Oliver wandered into the potions classroom. The smell may be bah-haad, but the Slytherin was relieved that he still had his mop of hair on top his head; and that wasn't he on fire! Yet. Woop-dee-doodles!

“Hello, Professor.” He greeted Lafay with a nod. Pleasant, pleasant.. they were giving the woman the benefit of the doubt.. and in all honesty, Oliver probably learned more in her classes than any other. Scare tactics, it seemed, worked.

He nodded at Raiden and smiled at Kay before taking a seat next to a indifferent looking Miranda. A forced expression on her face perhaps. “Hey.” He said quietly before retrieving parchment and a quill from his bag.