[h2][center][color=7bcdc8]Oliver Rivers[/color][/center][/h2]
[@Ceta de Cloyes]

Oliver nodded as mike talked about his kitten. His own pet was perched quite contently on his shoulder.

[color=7bcdc8]"She's twenty I think."[/color] He answered, shrugging much to her discontent. [color=7bcdc8]"My, um, my dad got her back in America."[/color] Ruffling his hair he moved on. [color=7bcdc8]"Anyway, she acts just like an owl, it's too bad she doesn't get along with them."[/color]

A few more Hufflepuffs came through the barrel entrance, giggling about something the middle girl had said. It was the girl who was talking about frogs before, and several first years. They all took seats around one of the hearths and she began telling them about the school.

[color=7bcdc8]"We should probably go check on Mercy.[/color] he said with a nod toward the dorm room. 

Inside the round door was the boys dorm. Patchwork quilt covered beds lay neatly along the wall, trunks sitting at the foot as one would expect them to be. candles flickered in the windows high on the walls, casting honey colored light, just enough to see.