OLIVER
Eyes stared up at his hammer, as if it was a beautifully painted picture with intricate details that requires hours just to notice half of the hidden secrets. It was only when he heard the Potter’s voice that his eyes shifted. Slowly turning his head he watched the man. ”Hello Amun,” While Oliver might’ve warned him about how he was feeling, his mind was just so. Not there? It felt like... like....
Oh! His blanket! Nodding very slowly, Oliver moved his shoulders to try and show off the blanket. ”I WISH. I can’t sew that well but isn’t it so so so nice? Wanna feel it? It’s sooooo soft.” Oliver thought Amun was coming over to feel the quilt and appreciate just how amazing quilts were because holy shit. Quilts are amazing and Oliver wished he brought five more with him.
Then Amun waltzed on over to the fire. Flailing, Oliver tried to crawl over to slap Amun’s hand. ”No! You’ll melt! Like a candle!” And Oliver didn’t want Amun to melt like a candle. That’d be so sad.
Oh! His blanket! Nodding very slowly, Oliver moved his shoulders to try and show off the blanket. ”I WISH. I can’t sew that well but isn’t it so so so nice? Wanna feel it? It’s sooooo soft.” Oliver thought Amun was coming over to feel the quilt and appreciate just how amazing quilts were because holy shit. Quilts are amazing and Oliver wished he brought five more with him.
Then Amun waltzed on over to the fire. Flailing, Oliver tried to crawl over to slap Amun’s hand. ”No! You’ll melt! Like a candle!” And Oliver didn’t want Amun to melt like a candle. That’d be so sad.
Isn't it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
