Harley walks around the station, looking around at the pathetic, excited kids. He smirks, new prefect badge glinting menacingly, shades on for extra effect. He hates school, but he supposes being a prefect might make it more tolerable, even if he has to deal with his sister.
Oliviah hated the sound of the Hogwarts Express, her hands cupping her ears firmly as she tried to block it out. The overly exaggerated smell (which she had earlier in her life realized had just been her) was probably even worse, but she now knew she looked like a fool pulling her robes up over her nose. While she walked off the train, she looked around in a bit of confusion as she was swept through crowds of bustling firsties. She felt a sense of happiness as she watched them, a large smile taking over her features for a moment as she started processing through all the things she loved so much about being back home and going to Hogwarts. Immediately, she was distracted in thought of visiting Lil Bundles and seeing who all was still there or helping all of the newbies who probably needed it, so she was quickly pulled along through the loud swarm of students.
He decides to walk to a group of firsties, naturally the easiest to antagonize. "What are you looking at, squirts?" Harley squares up his shoulders,trying to reach his full height in order to mess with them properly. He can't help but wonder if one of them will sh-t their pants. That would be kind of funny.
Oliviah, a much shorter girl herself at 5'0, was almost offended to see a much taller student (most likely) trying to intimidate the younger and shorter students. Smoothly, she approached from behind him, smiling and waving at the first years before trying to get them to move into the proper direction. It was a waste of time to have them just stand around, staring, right? The girl briefly looked back up at the Prefect, smiling just slightly although he didn't seem to want to be smiled at.
Harley snorts disapointedly, fun spoiled. Noticing the girl, despite assuming her to be his junior due to stature, he smirks back, in a sort of cocky suggestive way that either lures people or irks them. "You're good with the firsties," he comments smoothly. "Brothers and sisters?" He almost uses something like small fry to denote height, but decides against it, simply folding his arms confidently, as one with too much power might.
Oliviah stumbled back slightly, as she looked up at him with wide and innocent eyes. "N-No, orphans, actually," she said, smiling up at him because he wasn't bugging her. Sure, his height was off putting, but she could live through it.
Her unexpected lack of spunk is surprsing. He's not sure why he assumed her attitutde would be a little different, from just seeing her wave off kids. "Orphans? That's pretty much like siblings right? You know," he smirks. "Walking beings with annoying tendencies and irritatingly get in your way all the time?"
Oliviah shrugged, obviously confused but she wouldn't say anything about it because she almost didn't notice her own confusion. "Oh, m-maybe...b-but I don't know," she said, smiling and waving at a few more of the younger years as they passed. "I'm Oliviah, by the way."
Oliviah wondered if Harley was trying to play 'cool,' something she was quite inexperienced with. As she furrowed her eyebrows briefly, she looked at him with a slightly puzzled expression before she smiled, "Nope. Seventh, Hufflepuff," she said, "C-Congrats on P-Prefect, by the way."
He raises his eyebrows. "Seventh? Really? You're on the short side." Harley looks her up and down, making it clear it hasn't escaped his attention. Her congratulations makes him smirk again, his pretentious air almost visible. "Thank you, I work hard." He runs a hand through his hair. "Have you been here before? I'm in seventh too and I don't really remember you from last year...and I feel like I would have." He slides the last bit in, a small attempt at flirtation.
Oliviah looked down at herself when the Ravenclaw boy did, before she stared back up at him with a look of little amusement. The comment barely seemed to have an effect on her, although she definitely did understand it. "I g-get that a lot. I think that's o-okay though," she said, a bit proudly before a slightly defeated look crossed her features, if only for a second. "I j-jump b-between here and Beauxbatons a bunch. I was o-over there this p-past year."
"Posh," he sneers. "I've heard it's high class. Ironic with your height." Annd another jab to the height. "Not that it's a bad thing. Small girls are cute," he comments offhandedly. She seems a little dull, but he supposes not everyone can be exciting. At least she's much more pleasant than his sisters, and doesn't seem to be exasperating like other girls he knows. "Do you plan to stick around this year?"
"F-Fancy? Yeah, it was!" she said, before shaking her head and ignoring the comment on her height still as if she hadn't noticed it. It actually happened that she didn't quite catch it. "B-Beauxbatons is really pretty. It's r-really strict and boring there though. A-And the students and teachers didn't l-like me much, I don't think..." she said, but she still smiled regardless and didn't seem disturbed my that fact. "Oh. I p-plan on it. Yeah." The Hufflepuff shrugged and started walking as the crowd of students started to thin out slowly.
He moves with her, having to get a move on anyways. Harley can relate to the not being liked much, but he had fixed his situation without running away. For the time being anyways. He pushes the thought away. "Sometimes the prettiest things house the ugliest people," he notes, shaking his head afterwards for saying such a stupid thing. He smirks. "Well then welcome to hogwarts, Do enjoy your stay."
"A-Again, I've been around h-here before," she said, looking around at whatever nature surrounded them as she tried to find places that she could try to draw or paint later. "I don't r-remember you at a-all f-from my o-other years. A-And I think I w-would've because I'm g-good at that...or n-not half bad, at least."
He shrugs. "I entered 6th year, family moved. It was kind of pointless, but I suppose it's good I left the ass whipes of Ilvermorny." Harley tilts his head slightly. "If you couldn't tell by my speech, I'm American." he bluntly states, hint of a mocking tone. "Meaning, no, you aren't too shabby at that."