The Pages of a Story Not often Told

The easiness of the conversation and the flow of everything allowed Allie to become completely comfortable as she let her hand slip from her hair and fall in her lap. The usual nervous habits she exhibited were far from her behavior at this point, as she was much too taken with the conversation to worry about being anxious any longer.

She felt herself perk up along with him as he talked about Oliver. He seemed genuinely happy. He seemed to sit up a little straighter and his eyes were shining with excitement. Allie couldn’t help but feel al ittle jealous. She’d always wanted a companion like that - someone she was that close to. 

"He sounds interesting - smart. That’s probably why you both get along so well. You seem very close. I wish I had someone like that to grow up with. I usually just talked to my mum when I was younger - there weren’t many children in our neighborhood." She explained, smiling as she talked about her mother. 

"Was there another house you would have picked? I can’t say for certain, but I don’t think I could picture you in any other house. You seem to have a healthy appetite for knowledge, though I won’t lump you with the rest of us. You’re quite interesting, actually, you seem to possess more qualties than that of the typical Ravenclaw." She observed, taking his interests and mannerisms into consideration. 

Allie’s face split into a grin. 

"We are very close. I feel like his mum half the time though, always watching after him and making him do his homework. I don't mind it, to be honest, just sometimes I wonder if somethings is wrong. His mind is always on something else, it's a bit odd." He shrugged, sighing to himself slightly. 

"Hufflepuff is the house my father was in, I thought I'd be in that, honestly. But the only thing I'm really loyal to is animals, and maybe Oliver, so that might be why I wasn't put there." 

He'd have to note this down, the territorial nature in Sirius' behavior. Much like a dog he'd laid his trust in Harrison and as soon as he'd hinted at betrayal the Gryffindor had recoiled and gone on a very aggressive defense. It was fascinating, he fit his animagus so perfectly, the Ravenclaw thought, and while he knew that was the case for other wizards, he began to wonder just how spot on that assumption was. 

He's certainly have to spend some time looking into registered animagi, to be sure. 

The dog, however, he was currently unsure of. 

oliver stop being cute with your science things and shit. 

allie stop being so cute and shy and shit 

FUCK YOU SO MUCH. 

UNF. 

oliver stop being cute with your science things and shit. 

allie stop being so cute and shy and shit 

Allie laughed. “Howard? That’s such a silly name for a hippogriff. Makes him seem like a businessman about to go to work or something. Howard.” She took a moment to allow her giggles to subside, still smiling at the funny name. “I would like to meet this hippogriff, though. I’m very excited.”

Allie’s smile reflected his, and she felt a sharp, lifting feeling in her stomach. It was probably genuine happiness. “I may be more in the way, as I said, but I’m more than willing to keep you company. We may be able to talk like we’re talking now, if it doesn’t interfere with the hippogriffs, that is.”

It was true, wizards - people in general - placed themselves on pedestals above creatures as if they deserved it or as if they were better. They were truly no better, at least the way Allie felt, as every soul was a soul, no matter the form it took shape of. 

"What is Oliver like? Do you two tend to spend a lot of time together?" She asked, her interest piquing. "I have a few acquaintances, but I would call them friends. Just people who ask how my day is going once in a while."

Allie shook her head, frowning a little.

"I think Roughbeak would be very sweet to someone if he was allowed to proper introduction and had time to associate with them. I've known Silverfeather since she was small and I've had time to bond with her. I hope you like them, though. I'm sure they'll like you," he smiled at her, curious to see how Roughbeak and the others would behave around her. He didn't doubt for a moment they wouldn't like her. He greatly enjoyed her company, even in these late hours. 

He looked forward to many conversations like this one, surprisingly. 

"Oliver..." he mused. What could he say about him? "Oliver has been my best mate since we met at the playground when we were five. He's from a muggle family and when he started school, I had to go with him. We were practically inseparable and have been so ever since, really. Honestly, I think the only reason I got Ravenclaw was because the hat knew I'd probably pitch a fit if I didn't share a house with him," he laughed at that, shaking his head. 

Just as with every conversation he had about Oliver (though most were with his parents) Harrison eyes lit up as bright as a summer's day. His posture perked up, and the smile that took his face was just as genuine, yet slightly different. These weren't differences he would ever notice, however. He was far to obtuse to realise it. 

"He's a little nutty," Harrison admitted, "Obsessed with muggle sciences and fascinated by magic. He thinks it might be a special form of science. I think he's wasting his time but it's amusing to watch him work and fascinating, to be honest." He could go on about Oliver, he had far too many stories about him. But he stopped there, swallowing.