Oliver would slowly rise from bed clearly pissed off, why was his doorbell ringing so early in the morning. "Fuck off" he would scream loudly before making his way downstairs shirtless dressed only in a pair of shorts. The stairway down was grand and showed the prestige of his family, of course Oliver had no care for this and decided to like most days slide down on the bannister. Once down he would walk to the door rubbing his eyes in a futile attempt to wake him up properly, upon touching the doornob Oliver would appear elsewhere.<br/><br/>Suddenly he was in a giant stone hall staining directly at an attractive woman dressed in a latex suit. "Someone's into BDSM" he muttered under his breath before looking around the room as the woman spoke, apparently she was a deputy head. interesting, the staff here all dress like they are in 50 shades of grey.<br/><br/>Once she was finished talking Oliver would follow most of the students in touching the crystal balls, when he did so information would all rush through his head. "So we can meet Harry fucking Potter" he chuckled slightly hoping to get a reaction from some of the others and forgetting the fact that he was only in his shorts. The woman would then speak again providing the students with a choice, a choice he knew what he would do with. Slowly he would walk over to the pedestal and place his hand on it as instructed curious to see what've would happen next.