Oliver 'ollie' Leander Greengrass. 20 years old. Ravenclaw. Seventh Year. Part time substitute for the Quidditch team if they need me. Being a full time subsititute is too demanding work. Official Dog Parent™ without a dog. It's a work in progress. Unmarked Death Eater. Be a lot cooler if it stayed that way.
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Amos was in no hurry to get to the pitch. It wouldn’t be an hour or so until he has to meet Ludo. When he was nearing the stands, however… CRASH. Amos’ thoughts of how he wanted to warm-up before their practice were interrupted by the sound of something breaking. CRASH. There it was again. Amos’ trek turned into a trot as he came to investigate what was happening.
The sight that greeted him utterly confused him. Someone was breaking, what are those, plates? “What. Are. You. Doing?” Amos made his way towards them, dropping his gear on the grass midway, and grabbed their shoulder to stop them from taking their next swing. Amos had the urge to check whether it was his bat even if he knew pretty well that he came with his. Besides no self-respecting Beater would leave their own bat for other people to break plates with apparently. Amos looked at him directly, trying to discern whether they were lying or not. “Why did they allow you to get the plates in the first place?”
Ollie wasn’t expecting Amos to stop them from taking the next swing--- could’ve sworn they grabbed a bat which didn’t have an owner and was just an extra. Rather than hitting the next plate, the Ravenclaw’s arm was stopped mid swing and the plate fell to the ground without so much as a clatter. The snow kept the glass from breaking. “I was bored,” Ollie said with a shrug of their shoulders, letting out a chuckle as they turned toward Amos. “It’s all good fun--- promise. I’ve done it before. I get to entertain myself---” The Ravenclaw paused, gesturing to the piles of broken glass. As Amos could see it didn’t take much to entertain the eldest Greengrass. “---and the House Elves don’t have to go through the hassle of sorting out old dishes so long as I clean up after myself. Which...” There was a pause again, this time as Ollie shrugged off Amos’ hand and held out the bat to the bloke. “...I wasn’t done. If this is your’s I’m sorry, mate.”
TheQuidditch Pitch was more so a picturesque sight of absolute freedom forMarlene, one she would consistently seek out with the troubles settling allaround her. So much so, that as she approached the middle of the pitch, wandout to silently turn shards of falling glass into sand as they fell, she lowered her wand, listening as Oliverexplained. “Honestly, Greengrass, I’d say you wanted to cut someone with that habit.” But she didn’t shy awayfrom the idea, setting her broom down. “What about throwing them up?” Shesuggested, reaching for a plate. Whipping it out as though a Quaffle from her,high in the sky, her wand aimed and the shatterof glass imploding like a small firework.
“Strongly disagree,” Ollie started, watching the brunette as she stepped towards the show anyway. “I would never want to hurt anyone. I think I give just about anyone a fair heads up--- you know, what with the shattering sound of glass, to watch where they’re going. If they walk up blindly...well, I suppose we let natural selection do it’s job.” The Ravenclaw winked at the Gryffindor, watching as Marlene threw the dish in the air only to have it shatter seconds later. Ollie grinned, applauding the girl as they hit the Beater’s bat to the ground a few times. “If I’m to be entirely honest with you I tried and I missed each time. I don’t think my coordination will allow me to toss it up and hit it with the bat. Reckon you wanna throw it for me and we’ll test my aim?” They chuckled, this time bringing back the bat and swinging it through the air like they were aiming for something. “I’ll do it for you next, McKinnon. It does wonders of getting any frustrations out.”
where: Gryffindor Common Room
when: January 30, 1978, Lily’s Party
who: Bilius Weasley and Anyone.
It wasn’t even midnight but Bilius’ sweater already came off. His tie was undone and it was slung on his neck. His shirt was a couple of buttons undone. The night was going extremly well for a party celebrating Lily. Surely, this was all Marlene’s doing. Possibly even Theo. Bilius also saw Ludo around so he thought that the other might have a hand in this as well. In the end, everything was swell and Bilius sought to enjoy it as much as he can. Lily was practically family anyway.
Bilius was holding one of the bottles from the icy cauldrons that held the drinks and opened it with a loud cheer. He took a few swigs directly from the bottle and smiled triumpantly as he finished before wiping his mouth with his sleeve. His eyes searched the crowd and locked at eyes with his target. “Hey!” Bilius approached them, almost shouting over the roar of the party. He raised his bottle of firewhiskey to indicate what he was about to do. “Open up!” The Gryffindor shouted as he brought the bottle over the other person’s head.
The Greengrasses had members in every house at Hogwarts over the years, and Ollie was exceptionally happy they were one of the ones not sorted into Slytherin. While they certainly had friends in the...more serious and darker crowd, they also had friends in every other house. Nobody really held it against the Ravenclaw because Ollie just wanted to surround themselves with anyone who wanted to have a good time, and if anyone did hold it against them....well, Ollie couldn’t say they noticed or particularly cared. It was why the Ravenclaw was in the Gryffindor common room and made sure they had a chance to personally say happy birthday to the birthday girl and give her a hug. Ollie could also just be seen anywhere there was a celebration, but Lily Evans was a good enough reason to party. Having just picked up another drink, Ollie wasn’t deterred with a whole bottle being rushed their way by Bilius Weasley. The Ravenclaw held up a finger, quickly downing the entire contents of the glass in one go. “Alright, alright,” Ollie said, tilting their head back with a grin on their lips. “Go, go, go!”
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WHEN: January 22nd, 3:28pm
WHERE: Quidditch Pitch
WHO: Oliver & anyone
Hands gripped the bat tighter, shoulders back, and swing. CRASH. The glass broke, leaving shattered glass littered on the pitch. Ollie had every intention of cleaning up when they were done--- just a little something to get the anxious energy. The shattering of glass had a satisfying sound to it. Hearing footsteps behind them, the Ravenclaw turned with a grin on their lips. “Hey! I certainly hope this isn’t your Beaters bat. I’m almost positive I grabbed a spare one.” Turning their attention now to a plate that was next in line--- shoulders back and swing. CRASH. “I’m helping the House Elves get rid of all the dishes in bad shape the Castle doesn’t use anymore. Wanna help?”
Oliver: You know I’ve been thinking I don’t really like the whole design of it. It doesn’t really match the whole vibe I’ve got going on this arm. I’m going to try to work things out, but so far it doesn’t look too promising.
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Noticeable Features: The always messy hair Ollie is sporting. It looks like they just got out of bed no matter what time of day it is, and on a day without classes there’s a good chance they just did.
Typical Outfit or General Fashion Sense: When Ollie is not sporting their school uniform, their typical everyday outfit is all over the place. The closest one would get to a typical outfit for the Ravenclaw is a white button down shirt with a messily tied tie--- color and design changes, with a black jacket over it. Leather trousers are also a big go to. Wealth and fun are a big portion of Ollie’s wardrobe. Tattoos all over their body--- all magical so they move and change depending on the Ravenclaw’s mood of the day. The color of their hair can also change from completely natural to something with a bit of color to it. Ollie has had every color of the rainbow in their hair at some point--- surprisingly never all at once yet. On rare occasions you can spot Ollie wearing glasses for reading, though due to forgetful and frankly lazy behavior, it doesn’t happen all too often.
HISTORY
Hometown: tbd
Financial Status: Wealthy
Spoken Languages: English is the only language Ollie can fluently speak. They can speak bits and pieces of many other langues, some even well enough to get them through a conversation if they’re desperate enough. The Ravenclaw never took well to foreign languages naturally and didn’t bother with much outside of the languages used in countries their family visited on vacations and holidays.
Dream Job: That’s funny.
Vices: Drinking. Smoking. Gambling. Sex. Drugs. The list goes on.
Wand: Vine, Thunderbird Tail Feather, and 13.75 inches
Patronus: N/A
Boggart: Ollie fears messing up. Following in their father’s footsteps, the Ravenclaw is due to get their mark anytime now no matter how reluctant they are to get it. They can only put it off for so long before people start raising eyebrows more than they already likely are. They don’t want to really be a Death Eater--- Ollie doesn’t support blood purity like that... or even at all, if they’re to be entirely honest. But they’re to be the heir of the Greengrass family and carry on the family name--- a name which didn’t hold as much power as a lot of others in the pureblood community as it was. Their biggest fear wasn’t becoming exactly what their father wanted, but instead messing up so all of the responsibility Ollie should’ve held on their shoulders was passed down to Cecelia.
OWLS: Transfiguration (Exceeds Expectations), History of Magic (Poor), Herbology (Acceptable), Defense Against the Dark Arts (Outstanding), Divination (Outstanding), Potions (Dreadful), and Charms (Exceeds Expectations).
BIOGRAPHY
It was hard to make fun of a kid when they didn’t get bothered by much, but the world sure did try to knock Ollie down at times. During their younger years of life there was little to complain about. They had a doting mother, and at the time, a father who showed just as much compassion. Not to mention a sister who was the only way to get the extremely laid back kid pissed off...if you messed with Cecelia. The Greengrass family was wealthy, and the children had brilliant tutors to teach them general studies before their schooling actually began. It was difficult to get Ollie to sit still to learn about something--- a brilliant kid naturally. Once you managed to get them to pay attention the information stayed, even if they didn’t wish to remember a ridiculously boring fact.
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