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Oliviah's face scrunched up with an evident confusion as she searched her brain for the definition of 'absurd' which shouldn't have been that difficult. The Hufflepuff wanted to avoid the question, since she didn't quite understand it, so she just furrowed her brows and shrugged for another moment. "Well, n-nobody is entirely a good person. My mum told me that," she stated, firm in her decision. "M-Maybe, p-people have their moments of good and bad, but they're n-normally just n-neutral. Oh, a-and often good people say they're bad people and bad people say they're good people, r-right? At l-least, that s-sounds like s-something a h-human would..." she drifted off then grinned, "Have you e-ever r-read They're Made Out of Meat?" she asked.
Oliviah grinned, "S-So, I do not know. It's s-supposed to be a-about how we're a-all j-just meat though, o-or I think so a-anyways...and we're a-all the s-same, r-really," she said, her nose scrunching up slightly as she considered it. "A-And it's a s-short story. It didn't take m-much to r-read it."
Oliviah didn't understand what Zayd was talking about, because she didn't know what else They're Made Out of Meat would even be. So, she just continued to grin, giving a small bat of her eyes that wasn't all that intentional, "Oh, s-some older kid at Lil Bundles a w-while back," she said, "But, they g-giggled a lot a-about it and...I do not think they k-knew what it m-meant."
Oliviah still didn't fully understand, but she was okay with that. "Oh, no...a-although I've c-considered t-trying to get time to v-volunteer there, but no. Uh, I was an o-orphan there for t-twelve years, before my m-mother a-adopted me back," she said, shrugging.
"Um, no...she o-originally put me up for a-adoption when I was a b-baby, and I don't r-remember any of that," she said, her eyebrows furrowing as she tried to think of how she wanted to go about talking about it. For a moment, she remained silent before she nodded and continued. "And I s-still don't b-believe her s-sometimes, but we do l-look q-quite a-alike." She paused again, "I don't e-even see her m-most of the t-time, a-anyways though."
Oliviah's eyebrows raised, for she was obviously puzzled. "I don't r-remember you p-prying?" she said, hesitantly raising her hands and making air quotes although the delivery of such motion was off. "Oh, but you're a w-writer? I l-like painting, or u-using oils or c-colored pencils, you know? A-Anyways!" she said, obviously comfortable with this topic of conversation. "W-Why would I write a-about it?"
"Oliviah S-Sokolova. And that's Oliviah with an H," she said, a bit proudly, almost as if she were a kid again. "Oh. Uh, what's catharsis?" she asked, evidently confused again, but she tried not to show it too much. "E-Either way, I h-haven't ever tried writing a-anything b-before."
"Oh, thanks. I probably sh-should've k-known that," she said, grinning and skipping down the aisle some to change what she was looking at. "Oh...Uh, who was it? And, what did you l-like to d-draw? I p-prefer p-people."
Oliviah giggled, "When I was a y-youngin', I u-used to w-watch people from a-afar and draw them. I think that's w-weird and c-creepy now, but I thought it was f-fine at the time," she said, "But, I've g-grown u-used to making p-pieces of people w-while talking with them. I k-kind of like it more."
Oliviah nodded, "I don't r-really like d-doing that, most of the time," she said, "I don't do a-all that well with that, a-admittedly." The Hufflepuff sighed, "S-Sometimes, I can draw c-close f-friends...or m-memorable people, but not o-often."