{Will you ever//Look at me like I'm real?;;}

[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

Her footsteps echoed behind her constantly reminding her she was alone. It wasn't that the act of being alone frightened her, it was the thought of being alone forever. Never feeling true passion, or love for that matter. It may just be why she was just an average wizard. Her essays and papers were nothing than less than extraordinary. When it actually came to the spell work it was powerful, but not nearly as any Gryffindors or Slytherin. Her parents, not even remotely wizards or witches, didn't care. Even with the letter she carried in her hand. One that she sent to her home everyday waiting for a reply. A reply that would maybe, just maybe congratulate her for her success instead of just saying, If one more bloody owl enters through the window I'm going to kill it with fire poker, do you understand Olivia Zariah Ryall!!!.
The words pierced her as any howler would. "Scoops!" Olivia cooed brushing a lock of red hair behind her ear. The faithful owl came to her side perching on her shoulder nipping her affectionately on the ear. " Awl, Scoops." Petting her feathers softly she enjoyed the company of her owl, for it was the only company around. Besides the other owls of course and the owl pellets under her shoes. Olivia sat, enjoying the silence but also becoming antsy. Movement and active conversation is what she needed.

[Lily Potter]

Hearing the soft footsteps that circled dryly through the Autumn air, the young Gryffindor looked up. The darkness surrounding her like a cloak. Knowing that she shouldn't be out at this time, she prayed that a student, preferably not of the Prefect variety, entered the Owerly instead of a professor. Knowing that if she was caught out of bed at this time, she would be placed in detention for a month. Who could it be? She let her thoughts wander, not restricting their reign.
She heard the soft voice of a girl. No. Olivia Ryall. Oh how she disliked that girl. Her nose scrunched up as if the girl brought a foul stench to the already smelly room. Aw Scoops." she heard the brat say. Lily pondered whether or not to show herself as the girl, also a red head, took a seat on a bench not to far away. Pushing her own strand of hair away from the seeing field of her green eyes, she took a slow step forward. She waited, wary in the dark, to see if Olivia took notice in her.
"Hello, Ryall." she whispered, her voice hard compared to her normal cheery tone. "What brings you to this quiet place at such late hours?" she ventured, knowing that she would have to answer the same question. Clutching the letter meant for her parents, Lily stepped farther into the moonlight. "I'm sending off a letter." she stated, beating her to the reason of her presence.

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[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

"That's what most people do.... in the Owlery...." She smirked, patting Scoops in the head once having him fluster his wings. Olivia sat, her eyes boring into Lily's figure. Why was she even here? Scratch that, why was she talking to me? The red head's stepped into the light illuminating her already obnoxious hair color. A normal peaceful tone deflated the air as dead silence wavered overhead. "Eh, ehem?" The petite girl stood shaking her head to one side. "Your talking to me, why?"

[Lily Potter]

Lily laughed, the sound not soft and beautiful but hard and eery. "Well, you would probably put me to something ungodly instead of sending something off." she shot back, a smirk matching Olivia's set on her own face. She watched the girl moving around, patting the bird on the head. "I'm talking to you because I know you don't like me." she said, matter-of-factly. "And you know I could kick your ass in a fight without magic." She laughed again, her eyes not leaving the other girl. "Why exactly are you talking to me?"

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[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

"The polite thing to do when someone talks to you is to respond, don't ya think? Oo, very scared. I'm tiny and not stupid to act like Muggles and use fists. Although, a black eye might have me ignore your hair." Her lip curled into a snarl frightening even herself. "Now my dear Potter, if you don't mind, I have a letter to send off." Rubbing the seal on her letter she handed it to Scoops nodding to his muffled tweet. Olivia turned on a heel eyeing Lily. Dirt brushed the cuffs of her clothing, Probably a fight with dear Corliss, or James.

[Lily Potter]

Lily laughed at the older girl, wondering why in the hell she was still standing there. "Since when have you been polite?" she said, her voice smooth and cold. She watched the girl with no paticular intrest execpt to make sure she sent to spells her way. Never trust your enemies. Never. "Ignore my hair? Looked in a mirror lately? I wouldn't be talking." she said with a sickenly sweet smirk. "Oh thats right, I forgot. You can't do anything without magic. Much like those Slytherins. All bark but no bite. Scary." she said in mock horror.
"Go ahead. Send off your damn letter. Whose stopping you?" she said, looking off to the owl that flew off into the dark night. She noted Olivia looking at her sleeves. Leave it to Lily to get picked on by a Huffler in the 7th year. No reason really. She just told him he need to get a life. Not big deal when he was sitting on the banks of the Black Lake at a time like this, studying. Long story short, he had thrown her down and threatened to curse her, until she hexed him and threatened to tell James and Zane seeing the boy was in the NO. "Ah, I was thrown down by a large boy. Care to pick fun at that? I really see no problem with it seeing at he was 6'2 and I am 5'0." she said, a pleased look on her lips.

[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

Olivia nodded eyeing her quickly again picking up on her notion. "Not really. But, aren't you in the NO? Couldn't you just hex him?" An eyebrow raised above the other forming a slightly awkward appearance. Lily seemed to rub her the wrong way, at every word and motion. She was just, opposite. Well there was the similarity between they're strong wills, and height. Otherwise they formed different opinions and normally butted heads with those thoughts. "Lily, why would you get beaten up by a boy, then suddenly decide to send a letter?" A confused expression dawned apon Olivia's face. She wasn't dim but people tended to confuse her.

[Lily Potter]

Lily sighed, pushing a patch of red hair away from her cheek. She wasn't sure if the other girl could see it. "Yes, I am in the NO. But Zane doesn't like us to hex or curse people at will. By the time I knew what was going on, my wand was out of my hand. Mind you, I got it back and I did hex him." she said stepping into the light so the other girl could dee her face. "But not before he wailed on me a bit." she finished, motioning to the large brusie on her cheek and slender cut trailing from temple to cheek on the left side of her face. "Olivia, I was just informing my parents of the fight. They told my to tell them when I was hurt." she whispered. "Please don't tell anyone."

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[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

As Lily showed her the bruising she suppressed a gasp that bubbled at the tips of her lips. "I." she paused frowning not sure what to say. Stopping from saying the things brewing in the depths of her mind and opted for a nod. "Okay. Why?" With the lack of words she hoped Lily would pick up her "subtle" hint that she was trying to be at least decent.

[Lily Potter]

A laugh escaped the girl's lips. She closed her eyes, unable to look at the Ravenclaw that stood close by. It was apparent that Olivia had been surprised by the state of her face. It wasn't much. Smaller people, besides Corliss and others who would kill you for laying a hand on them, always got picked on more than the rest. Only her mother and father knew of many of these attacks. James would freak if he knew all the times she got a little hurt. Now, when the DE was involved, James knew. They beat her pretty bad sometimes.
She couldn't help smiling at Olivia as she tried to be polite. "Why?" Lily repeated, looking at the girl with shock in her eyes. "Do you know how many times this has happened? Do you? I bet you don't... People are scared of you! Compare people like me to people like you. Who is going to get battered up? Would you like people to know when you get into a skirmish and come out on the losing half?" she said, pushing her hair back over the bruise and cut.

[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

"No..." she replied slowly her vowel sounding more like a "w" then any variation of "o" would be. Tilting her head to one side Olivia blinked twice, unsure of what to say. Sure the older Slytherins pushed her around a bit but once she pulled her wand out they'd stop. Nobody wanted to mess with a short Ravenclaw with a wand. Including a pissed off one. "Stand up for yourself. I'm just as short as you, stun them so they shut up and knock it off. I'm not saying do this to anyone like Rowen or anyone like that. They'd kill you. Except Niki, kick her ass. Her and Corliss." Olivia paused thoughtfully thinking back to her meeting with Nikita. Ugh.

[Lily Potter]

Lily sighed. How many times had she heard that one? Too many times to count. Hell yeah, she tried it. Many times in fact. It didn't really work out for her. Who would be scared of a short, pissed fourth year? perhaps a third year and the few fifth years. "You make it sound easy...." she whispered through clenched teeth. "I tired that... Aganist Malfoy. She used an Unforgivable on me. The others, non DE, they just laugh when I pull out my wand." she admitted, anger welling up inside her.

[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

"Ask for help. Hell, I'll kick their asses. I got out of one with Nikita. I hate her..... anyway. Screw Unforgivable. The NO's got style. Something Slytherins lack." Rolling her eyes Olivia smile winking at Lily. "Swish and flick. Swish and flick. That and.... Confringo " A fluid movement of Olivia pulling out her wand and snapping it in the direction of a barrel completed the shocked look apon her face. I mean. Ya, she did it once. But actually, I don't know. Using it on something? The barrel burst into flames, a few owls fleeing from the scene since the flames began to lick at the bottom of their nest. "Aguamenti!" Just as quickly as the flames came they receded leaving only a small burnt spot and flustered owls in its wake. "See. All you gotta do is burn them. Preferably not near a lake...."