<div class="floatleft">(http://i3.mirror.co.uk/incoming/article9061813.ece/ALTERNATES/s615/Eddie-Redmayne-Main.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Oliver Twist<br/><strong>Role</strong>: Ethics Professor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School Hallway<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Allison<br/><br/><br/>There was always this pang when he spoke with Allison. Ollie wanted so badly for the young girl to do well. Her in particular, since it seemed like such a deviation from her original incarnation. If he recalled correctly, Allison's initial form had been that of a pragmatic - no... cunning young man willing to plunge an entire populace into a stunning Climate Change reversal in order to prove that sibling rivalry was alive and well in all isles. But this version of the same person seemed to be a lot more open to a life of service.<br/><br/>The trouble was, the way she was going was almost certain to cost her trust and reasonable independence. Someone was going to take advantage of her at some point in some fashion and she stood a very good chance of being decimated over the whole thing. She needed confidence and faith, praise but it couldn't be false. Whatever happened, she had to have an unwavering understanding of her worth. But... how? How was -<em>he</em>- of all people going to accomplish<em>that</em>?<br/><br/>"I haven't..." He held up the paper she'd only just handed him as though to prove that he could not have had time to read it as of yet. He opened the small, folder-lined briefcase and slipped the submission inside, closing it with a snap. "I have never, though, been disappointed in your work. I am sure it will be just as good as everything else you've handed in. Even with the deductions for tardy work, that still brings you even with the bulk of the Honour Roll." He reached out and rested a hand on her shoulder, ducking his head slightly in an effort to catch her downcast gaze before it disappeared again.<br/><br/>"It will get better, I promise. Some of my classes only received their first set of homework this week. It becomes..." For a moment, he halted in the middle of his sentence as though searching for the right word. "More theory, less drudgery as time moves on. Show me you can do this, reliably," he added, tapping the side of the case to indicate her assignment. "And<em>on time</em>, and you'll have no trouble with whatever comes after this."<br/><br/>As he stood there discussing Allison's particular concerns, the crowd around Ollie seemed to dissipate in the matter of an instant, leaving behind a few last stragglers that made their way slowly for some and with a scurry for others, to doors that closed with dull thuds in behind the latecomers. The next period was about to begin.<br/><br/>"Oh, dear, I'm late for a new class. Better not leave the others waiting." He took his hand from Allison's shoulder and straightened up, looking over her head towards the stairwell he'd just passed. He'd lost track of where they were as he'd led her along. "I'm sorry, but I really do have to be going. I'll have that paper for you as soon as I can. Have a good afternoon, Allison." He stepped past the girl to head for the stairwell, turning at the last moment to call out her name. "Oh, and Allison?" He waited until she looked at him or acknowledged that she was listening somehow before he moved on. "Try not to worry."<br/><br/>With that last and a tight-lipped, quick smile he turned and disappeared down the stairs towards his next class.