 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
The jovial expression on Oliver's face suddenly darkened. Not even his trademark smirk graced his lips but instead in it's place was a scowl which looked rather out of place on his face. He narrowed his eyes dangerously on Miranda as it suddenly dawned on him why he was here and how serious this was.
With a grunt in response to the shady barman, he turned away from 'Rodent Girl'. He closed his eyes he began to bring all the spells he knew to the front of his mind, visualising the effects of each, the wand stroke and the incantation to accompany it. As much as he had despised Durmstrang, some of the things he learned there may very well prove useful here.
Barbecued rat anyone?
Heh heh heh.
And with that thought, the smirk returned.
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