 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Oliver chuckled. His sentiments exactly.
He looked up from his food to see Dillon giving him a look. What? He'd already zipped it over the subject of Nathan and Egypt... and that was quite a feat for a boy like Oliver. He was too thick skinned and arrogant to really notice what was going on outside his own little world. His eyes narrowed. He was sure Dillon asked that question in revenge for his twenty questions. “You know my dad.” He replied. “He's ..” and he did air-quotes. “...'well' at the moment which means he's a grumpy , moody git.” He smirked at Dillon in an amused way to hide his true feelings on the matter.
Oliver couldn't for the life of him get the bloody ketchup out of the bottle. He shook it and shook it and... *sigh*... nothing. He turned it over and peered inside, closing one eye, then hit it hard on the table to loosen it up a bit. Then shook it holding it the wrong way up. A blob flew out the end and splattered onto Dillon's face. He snickered and reached out for a napkin to pass to Dillon. “Sorry.” He grinned. They soo needed a new bottle of ketchup over at the Slytherin table.
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