Music flowed softly through the speakers of the magical radio. A soft smile graced the charms professor's lips as her head bobbed to the tune. Tapping mingled with the soft music as she graded the essays that had been recently turned in. Ollie chuckled lightly as she read through a extremely sloppy essay. Shaking her head she crossed out several sentences and wrote the correct response in the margin of the parchment. Sometimes she was amazed that students made it through all seven years at Hogwarts.

A soft plunk sounded as Ollie dropped her quill into the bottle of red ink. The blonde professor stood, stretching her limbs with several resounding cracks before walking to the window. Green eyes looked toward the beautiful, sun blanketed grounds and a groan escaped her lips. Pale hands unlocked the latch and pushed the window open, allowing the cool autumn breeze to make her hair dance.

Green eyes closed momentarily as she enjoyed the feeling before turning back toward her empty classroom. Desks were gone for her next class and pillows were stacked neatly across the back wall. A smile crossed her lips. This was a fun lesson. Summoning objects. That was what the pillows were for. It would be her younger students first time summoning and the last thing she needed was serious injuries from it. Of course her exciting class wasn't for another hour.

Normally around this time she had at least one student coming to her with questions. Not today it seemed. Ollie would have gone out to the grounds or even to the kitchens for a snack, but she had so many papers to grade. The bane of her teaching existence. Grading. She loved teaching, imbuing new information into young, mold-able minds. It was her true passion, but grading. If only she had a TA she could pass it off onto. She would much rather be doing something fun. A heavy sigh left her lips as she plopped back down into her chair, green eyes skimming over the large loopy words on her paper. "When will these kids learn that writing bigger does not count?" Ollie mumbled to herself as she wrote on the essay. Half and inch too short. She sighed and flipped that parchment over onto the finished pile, half praying a student, or another teacher for that matter, would come in and relieve her of grading duty.

Professor Anton Popova (pronounced as Pa-poe-va) walked down the hallway of the fifth floor of Hogwarts. The Headmistress asked him to bring some paperwork to the charms teacher. Professor Olympia Rosewood intimidated him quite a bit in a nonviolent way. She had seniority over him by nearly ten years at the school and was three years younger then him. Not to mention that her appearance could get head turns in the great hall than the number of wizards. Anton's service as an Auror made his natural instinct to be extremely cautious around women, since they always try to distract him (or his teammates) with their feminine charm. The last year Popova had little to no time to talk a lot with the other Professors for trying to get settle in at Hogwarts. Anton, now in his second year of teaching, had enough free time to around and speak with the other teachers.

Snowball, Anton's Albino pet Caucasian Mountain Dog, trotted along behind him. Snowball scared a student or two the first year, but now the large dog became almost a natural scene around Hogwarts. Most of the students now came up to pet the large 'Russian Bear Beast' whenever they passed the dog. After all, who could resist petting something so fluffy? Anton made it to the door of the charms room and took a breath trying to relieve some of the nervousness. This would probably be the first time he had a conversation with Olympia since coming to Hogwarts and he would hate to make a bad impression. Ritually checking his pockets to calm himself down became second nature to him. Professor Anton Popova felt his wallet in the back of his slack's pocket, his keys were in the front pocket, and his ten inch blackthorn dragon heartstring wand hung in his modify gun thong underneath his robes.

Anton Popova took one more breath before he realize he was stalling and mumble to himself, "Varehouse full of dark vizards not scary, but one little coworker does. Get over it you big vuss." Taking one more breath before knocking on the door of the Charms room while turning the handle. Once Popova cracked the door he stuck his head through hearing the music playing throughout the room. "Good mourning to you Miss Professor Rosewood," he enunciated slowly so that he didn't make any mistakes, "Headmistress Grace has sent me by to drop off some paperwork for you." Snowball took this chance to push his head through the door and give Olympia a doggy grin before forcing the door open enough to get into the classroom. "Don't do that snowball," quirked the Russian man, "She never invited us in yet." But alas it was too late. The dog trotted over to Olympia's desk before Popova had the chance to grab the dog's red collar.

A knock had her quickly looking up from the essay she was currently grading. The soft plunk of her quill tip hitting the bottom of the ink jar sounded as the young woman looked toward the door. A smile crossed her lips as she looked on to her coworker, Professor Anton Popova. His lyrical Russian accent brought a warm feeling over her, the happy feeling from the memories she had from her trip to Russia. Green eyes moved to the giant of a dog who had come trotting in. Her smile widened as she moved so she could pet the dog. "Why hello there, cutie!" Ollie said, stroking the dog's fur.

After a moment she remembered that she had a human guest as well. "Don't worry. Come on in and please, call me Ollie." The blonde woman said as she looked to Anton, hands still gently stroking the large dog. His words finally registered a soft groan left her lips. Paperwork. Why did it always have to be paperwork. Couldn't the Headmistress send her cupcakes or candy or something some of the time. Stretching her long legs, Ollie stood and moved over toward Anton, holding her hand out. "I'll take that from you." She said with a kind smile.

"How are you doing, Professor Popova?" Ollie asked him, head cocking to the side slightly and blonde locks falling into her green eyes. The Russian professor had only been at the school a short time now, he was just starting his second year. He seemed to be settling in well, even though he seemed to struggle slightly with the English language. Of course, she could speak Russian relatively well, maybe she could help him out. She did love the Russian language. Ollie moved slightly, resting against her desk, one hand gripping the edge of the desk and the other reaching out to pet the large dog once more. Ollie love animals. All animals. Didn't matter if they were big and scary or small and fluffy. She loved animals. Her absolute best friend was her owl, Athena. Ollie viewed the beautiful barn owl as family. In fact, sometimes Ollie wasn't sure what she would do without her beautiful Athena.

"You have a beautiful dog." The Charms professor said, green eyes looking back down to the large dog. Pale fingers moved as she scratched behind the large dog. After a moment, Ollie looked back up. He seemed timid. Was it because he was new to Hogwarts where as she had been there for nearly ten years. Ollie was shell shocked for a moment at her own thoughts. Had it really been almost ten years? Man she was getting old. A small shake of her head made the thoughts leave her mind and she returned to waiting patiently for her coworker to respond to her, a kind smile gracing her lips and her body language radiating nothing but kindness. All she wanted was to make friends. She loved friends and she was sincerely hoping that Anton and herself could become friends.

Anton Popova smiled as Snowball got her pets from Olympia Rosewood. Snowball loved to get the attention from anybody and rarely left them alone until at least an hour had past. The middle-age Russian man swagger across the room to the desk with a slight smile on his face. At least the charms professor did not freak out at the entrance of the dog, which is a positive sign right there. In fact, it seem like Ollie down right loved the dog at first sight. Popova guess when his Aunt Varvara said that getting a dog was a great conversation starter with women, she was not lying. Popova handed Ollie the paperwork remembering that it was a dozy of an assignment. He barely manage to get all of it done by the time he would normally do his morning run. Deciding to put off the run till later that night.

"I am doing quite vell. I could use a drink, but vhen can a Russian not use a drink," the Russian professor said in a joyful tone, "By the vay, Now since you showed Snowball some attention, She is not going to leave you alone." Anton Popova walked around to pet the other side of the white dog's fur. The fluff between his fingers reminded him of the pelt blankets he use to sleep with as a kid to stay warm on the cold Russia nights. Popova noticed that Ollie's smile seemed to light up the room. Maybe it really wasn't lighting up the room, but Popova just hadn't really seen a grown women smile in such a long time that it seemed that way. His job as an Auror brought in a lot of darkness in his life and the light did not start to come back till he became a teacher here at Hogwarts. Thinking about that time even that briefly brought a dark emotion to his face. Popova shook it off and brought the smile back to his face hoping that Ollie didn't catch the look. Beautiful women in Anton's opinion should never be expose to half of the stuff he faced as an Auror.

Popova thought about what Olympia said about calling her Ollie instead of professor and came up with a retort to dodge the dark thoughts in his head. "Vell, if you vant me to call you Ollie," he grinned out, "You vould be good to call me something beside boring old Professor Popova."

Laughter fell from Ollie's lips at his statement of needing a drink, nodding in agreement as she laughed. Pale hands tossed the paperwork onto her desk, planning on ignoring it until later. Paperwork was pure torture in her opinion. The potions professor had it made with that teachers assistant of his. Man if only she had a TA, all of her paperwork would be passed off onto them.

"I'm glad to hear it." She replied, her smile never once leaving her lips. Ollie was a generally happy person. Being sad or pessimistic was simply time consuming and wasteful. It took up far too much time that one could be doing something useful and inspiring it. That was something Ollie had learned after her divorce. Her sorrow at the fact had nearly incapacitated her and after she became a teacher she realized that all the energy she was putting into being sad could be better put into molding the minds of her new students.

Another chuckle left Ollie's lips at the older man's words. "Oh that's ok. Snowball can come visit me anytime she needs love." Ollie said, looking down to the large white dog whose ears she was still scratching. Her head cocked slightly as she watched him. His expression changed momentarily before a smile graced his lips once more. Ollie could only imagine what he had gone through that bring about that emotion. Her mind turned with curiosity. She could ask, but as the saying went, curiosity killed the cat. Besides she was sure that if he wanted her to know he would tell her.

"What would you prefer to be called?" Ollie questioned, an eyebrow arching elegantly. "Anton, Popova, Russia?" A small chuckle left her lips as her tone teased the last option. Green eyes glittered with mirth as she watched him, waiting for his reaction. She examined him as a comfortable silence floated between them broken only by the soft music that was playing in the background.

Anton shook his head as Ollie mention that Snowball could come down to her anytime she needed love. Just what the big love mutt needed. Another person to dot on Snowball's every need and want. The dog had already mastered the puppy's eyes whenever she wanted anything, and now Snowball would only get worst for attention. Though the five year old pup did deserve to be spoil with how many times she saved Popova's behind working in the field. The dog was probably the best partner he ever had. Snowball did not talk, impossible to sneak up on, stealthy as a mouse, enough muscle to bulldoze most wizards and small critters, and never wanted anything more then food and pets. Popova truly felt that his caucasian mountain dog was possible his best friend. Snowball nuzzled Ollie's pale hands as she petted him with a grin that only a dog could wear. Anton begun to wonder if the white terror would pounce on the charm professor and licked her to death at this rate.

Anton Popova caught the curiosity on Ollie's face as he was recovering a moment from his dark expression. Great, just what he wanted her to see was the thing that he hated the most about himself. That was no way to make friends and he new it. Popova new that one day his friends would find out about his darker side, but he wanted to make sure they would feel safe around him first. It is never settling news to hear that you use to be one of the Ministries top troubleshooters for dealing with the dark arts. After the first year as an Auror, Popova never picked up a job as an Auror that didn't deal with dark magic, if he could help it. Dark Magic was something he felt he could fight. Vampires and werewolves could not choose what they were and Popova didn't believe they should be hunted for it unless they prove to be an danger to themselves or others.

Popova laughed at the last jab about being called Russia. It was a boisterous laugh that filled the room and would remind small muggle children of Santa Claus. "Russia?" still cracking a smile and a laugh, "Ollie, I may be a man, but I don't have that big of an ego to be called something as grand as Russia. Just call me vhatever you feel most comfortable vith. I do not care what a beauty like yourself calls me." Popova was always taught by his father it never hurt to compliment a woman. Worst case scenario their man takes a swing at you and you get a new buddy after a little brawl. Everyone likes to be complimented and it makes them feel good.

Ollie's smile widened at his boisterous laughter. It was infectious, inspired happy feelings in her. It was a wonderful sound and Ollie hoped to hear it more. She was very glad it had been her that had caused him to laugh like that. Shifting slightly, Ollie sat up on top of her desk, crossing her legs. Pale hands reached up to push her hair back out of her face before she smiled to her coworker once more.

A soft blush rose up on her cheeks as he complimented her before she chuckled, brushing off the compliment. "Well, aren't you the charmer, Anton." She said, still chuckling. Ollie shook her head slightly as she examined the Russian. "Oh! I'm being rude. Would you like a chair?" She questioned, reaching behind her to grab her wand in case he accepted the offer. "Of course, you could always join me up here." A pale hand patted the empty space of desk next to her with a smile.

Ollie tended to feel comfortable around almost anyone. If she didn't there was a problem. Rarely did she find someone who gave her a bad vibe. It could be her optimistic personality or the fact she believed there was good in everyone. Ollie was just a friendly person. Making friends was extremely easy for her. Almost everyone she had met liked her. Of course, that could just be because her name was tied to money. Though, her father was still alive and she refused to take his money. She was making her own money now. Enough to live comfortably.

The blonde watched the Russian near her with silent curiosity. She really couldn't believe he had been there since the previous year and she knew nothing about him. Ollie was losing her game. Normally she was all over a new teacher, especially one from a foreign country. New people were so very interesting to her and Popova was proving to fill that mold. Interesting and kind to boot. Plus he had an adorable dog. Ollie may just take up residence in his classroom and office simple to be able to pet and love of the big fluffy Snowball. "Tell me about yourself." She said, quickly adding, "Pozhaluysta." Or please in Russian.

OOC: Hope I got that Russian right, I pulled it from Google Translate.

Anton Popova watched closely as she position herself on the desk. Enjoying the momentary blush that highlighted Ollie's face. When was the last time he saw a women blush like that? Had to be at least ten years since he tried dating a fellow Auror. After that colossal failure of a relationship, Popova avoided dating anyone from the office. It just got too messy if things went down hill. The only other women he meet since then were the criminals that he brought in or killed and they sure as in all heck did not blush like that for him. He let out a quick reply, "Vell you are the charms professor, so I guess you vould know something about charmers." The restraint he had to show not to suddenly grab for his wand when Ollie went for hers was mind shattering. Years of reflexive training to quick draw his wand at sudden movements was a hard habit to break. Popova barely manage to turn the motion into a rubbing his facial stubble.

Anton decided to sit down on the desk, so Ollie did not have to use magic. He also preferred the height of the desk more then to a chair. Being around 6'4" made sitting down in most chairs a little bit uncomfortable unless they were made by the muggle Big and Tall factory. The desk allowed Popova's leg support his weight while the other one hanged off the edge swaying back and forth. Snowball took the opportunity to lay her head on Anton's thigh. The propped leg gave Snowball the perfect angle to give Popova the puppy dog eyes for more pets. Anton obliged her with his left hand behind her ear. His eyes focused unto Ollie's nose to keep himself from getting the uncomfortable urge to get lost somewhere else on her body like her eyes.

Popova misunderstood the question and thought that Ollie asked him to tell her his autobiography instead of just about himself in general. Anton went into full story mode as he began to move his arms to help explain stuff to her. "Vell, I guess my story began with my mother, Diana Popova. She vas a moogle-born vizard of the Russian Ambassador in Great Britten. She attended Hogwarts and when she graduated she left Britten to study the Magical creatures native to Russia. There she meet my father, vho vorked for Russia's Spetznaz, and fell in love. They shotgun married a few years later. My mother died giving birth to me a month after the honeymoon. She never told my father about being a vizard, so he raised me with his twin Varvara Popova as your average moogle would." Anton reached into his robes again to pull from his extended belt pouch a bottle of Reyka vodka and two scotch glasses while talking. Setting the glasses on the table he began again, "My life story is quite boring. Ollie vill probably need a drink to stay avake." Uncorking the cork that was sticking out the top of the bottle and offering her a drink.

OOC: It is alright, I don't speak Russian either. I barely type a decent Russian accent

Green eyes watched Anton, a smile playing on her lips. He was smooth. Knowing charmers because she was the charms teacher. She had to hand it to him, that was a new one for her. Eyes moved upward to peer into his. Wow, she hadn't really realized how tall he was. Standing she had been far enough away from him that she didn't need to crane her neck to see. He was almost a foot tall than her. How had she not noticed before? Sighing, she smiled and looked up to him once more.

Ollie listened intently as Anton started speaking. She had really meant that she wanted to know his likes and dislikes, but hey! She enjoyed learning more about her coworker they just didn't open up as much as he had in their first real meeting. "Ah, thank you, good sir." She said with a large smile. Ollie needed the drink, not because of his biography but from grading papers. Plus it was good vodka, how could she turn it down? "It's not boring." Ollie said after a moment. "It's rather interesting actually. What happened when your father found out you were a wizard?"

Ollie watched him with interest. He was like her in a way. She was a half blood too, however her mother stuck around until she found out what Ollie and her father were. Her mother just couldn't handle the fact that they were magical. She left and never looked back. Ollie still blamed herself for it. If she hadn't been a witch her mother would have never left. A small shake of her head made the thoughts disappear and Ollie quickly replaced the forlorn look on her face with her usual happy one.

Green eyes watched him with interest as she waited for him to continue with his story. It was very interesting for her to learn the histories of people, especially with someone who may become her friend and she sure hoped that he would. He was very nice and loved to listen to his accent. It reminded her of her trip to Russia.

Cold vodka touch Anton's lips as he got ready to begin his story again where he left off. The vodka felt as good as it tasted slithering down his throat. Professor Popova cleared his throat once to make sure all of the Vodka stayed down. Anton notice the slight change of Ollie's facial expression that disappear as quickly as it came. Popova guess that everyone has a some portion of a past that they do not enjoy remembering. The russian man's curiousity grew in wondering about the fun coworker in front of him. How did he go an entire year with out talking to her. Maybe all of the teachers were this kind at the school. Popova's grin turn wolfish again when she mention that his story wasn't boring.

"Vell, believe it or not. Both my father and my aunt took it extremely vell," he begun his story taking another sip from this cup, "I vas a poor student in moogle school, but that vas probably my father's fault. See he had a different impression of vhat vere important for a child to learn. My old man taught me how to bowhunt, ice fish, and in general how to survive Russia in vinter by myself. Got my first bear vhen I was nine. He could not have been more proud. Of course, my surrogate mother of an aunt couldn't let me grow up with out learning anything from her. She vas an underground MMA gym owner. To put a long story short, I got beat up a lot growing up trying to survive her 'teaching.' " Anton laugh a bit at the thought of all the trouble he got into as a kid, "Life vas tough growing up, but they do not make strong russians with candy and ice cream. Anyways, due to all of my physical studies, my scholarly studies falter. Vhen I vas ten, My Aunt vas going to travel to china for a couple of years. My father's job could take him away for months at a time, so they needed to find a boarding school for me. They could not, and that is when my Hogwarts letter came. "

Anton took this point to refill his drink. "Now vhat about you? I think I have been doing all the talking here Ollie."

His words had captivated her that she had barely remembered that she had a glass of vodka in her hand. Lifting the glass to her lips, she allowed the clear liquid to slide down her throat. The liquid burned her throat and warmed her chest as she drank the liquor. "I don't particularly have much of a story." Ollie said after a minute, swinging her legs slightly.

"My mother was a muggle, father a wizard and everything was all good until she found out about us when I got my Hogwarts letter. She didn't take it well. Left actually. Haven't heard from her since." Ollie shrugged her shoulders and pretended like it meant nothing that she hadn't heard from her mother since she was eleven. "My father, of course, was thrilled when I got my letter." She said with a small smile. The memory of her father excitedly taking her to Diagon Alley to get her supplies, buying her ice cream and an owl as congratulations.

"After I graduated from Hogwarts I decided to go on a backpacking trip around Europe and Asia. Spent some time in Russia actually. I managed to learn a decent amount of Russian." She smiled to him "I got married, divorced and started working here. Been here ever since." Ollie smiled and downed the rest of her vodka in one swig. Ollie set the glass down on the table and leaned back slightly, hands planted on the desk behind her. "I'm not very interesting." She said after a moment, looking to Anton, a her usual smile gracing her lips.

Ollie watched him silently for a moment. "You, on the other hand, are very interesting. Tell me more. Please." She said, reaching up to push her hair out of her face. Her shoulder length blonde hair was relatively unmanageable. The shoulder length curls ended up in her face and eyes more often than not. One of these days she would figure out something to do with her unruly hair. Maybe she'd grow it out. A soft sigh left her lips as she turned her attention back to the Russian man next to her.

The Russian enjoyed listening to they way Olympia talked and though out her short autobiography paid attention to her. Catching the sadness of the treatment from her mother. A rejected child from a parent could scar a person for life. Anton Popova had lost people in his life to death and from fear of his previous occupation. His father and aunt were the only reasons he made it through those years of his life. Well them and the former Muggle Studies teacher being his pen pal. Professor Popova blushed slightly at the compliment of his life being interest and made himself choke a bit on the Vodka he was currently drinking. He gave it a second to settle. Snowball took the opputunity to trot over to the pillows amoung the wall

Ollie smiles definitely lighten up the room when she turned them towards him. The man let his coworker get back to comfortable before continuing the conversation. "Oh your life sounds plenty interesting for a woman of twenty-four," Popova complemented her again with confidence oozing out of every word, "But I left off vith my acceptance to Hogwarts no?" He took another sip of vodka. "Vell, Hogwarts vas quite difficult for me. I spoke a minuscule amount of English and spent my first two years just trying to pass and learning the language. The next few years I spent trying to play catch up on my subjects. In my seventh year, I had learned enough English to socialize, but it vas a little too late to make quality friendships. My father and aunt made sure I kept up vith my physical strength."

Anton so focus on telling his story he forgot to edit the next part for Ollie "I vent to vork for the Ministry of Magic in the Moogle department for about five years vhen they transfer me to a department I did not like for fourteen years. " Cold bitterness entered his voice in the last parts of what he said. Eyes narrowed onto his glass. Popova downed all the vodka left in his glass in one quick gulp. The teacher caught himself breathing heavily remembering some of things that he done. Anton calmed himself down in a few seconds by clearing his mind. "Sorry about that, If you want me to leave I will." He mumbled hardly audible standing up from the desk. Way to blow the first friend you had the chance to meet at Hogwarts. Anton kept his eyes on his feet too ashamed to look at Ollie again.

Concern etched on her face as Anton choked on the vodka. The blonde professor sat up a bit straighter as she watched him, making sure he was alright before she settled back into her lounging position. Laughter bubbled up from her chest and fell from her lips. She had met many men who laid charm on but this was priceless. Twenty-four? Well.. she may have told people she was twenty-four for several years in a row before she decided to embrace her thirties. A pale hand reached up and pushed the blonde locks from her eyes, tucking them behind her ears. Flirtation was something that simply rolled off her back. Her ex-husband had ruined her for any relationships. Ollie tended to keep her distance from intimate relationships. She never truly knew when someone liked her for her or for her money.

"You really are a charmer. Twenty-four was a long time ago for me." She responded with a girlish giggle. Her trademark smile was still tugging at the corners of her lips as she listened to the rest of his story. The blonde felt a pang of sympathy with her coworker at him not really having friends during school. That was something she didn't know anything about. Ollie had never had problems making friends. It was extremely easy for her to make friends. She could start up a conversation with just about anyone.

Her head cocked slightly as a cold tone entered his voice. A soft frown took the place of her usual smile. He had to have seen some very dark things during his time in the Ministry. She wouldn't be surprised with how the Ministry and become. Ollie was startled when he stood from his spot. His eyes stayed fixed on the floor and Ollie's frown deepened. She stood up as well and stood in front of him. "Hey." She said in a soft voice, placing her hand on his arm as she watched him. "You have nothing to apologize for." Her voice stayed soft, reassuring. The corners of her lips turned up in a small smile as she looked to him. A little dark history wouldn't turn her away from a friend, especially since she couldn't think of anyone who didn't have some darkness in their past.

Anton Popova felt Ollie's hand on his shoulder. The Russian teacher felt his body become tense from his trained response to somebody trying to touch him when he was not expecting it. Listening to Ollie's soft voice calmed his body down and loosen his tighten muscles. Popova manage to force his eyes up to meet Ollie's eyes. The smile on her face was beautiful and lightfilled, but it could not remove the sadness and shame in his eyes. She was probably right about having nothing to apologize to her about. Anton however had a a lot to apologize for in his life that no amount of apologizing for could fix. There was no way Popova could even try to relate or explain that to Ollie. About the lives he took by mistake and the lives he failed to save even though he promised them he could.



Popova stood there in silence for a moment trying to find the words or something to say to Ollie without making the situation more awkward for him. Snowball trotted over to him and pushed him nearly knocking him over. Two hundred pounds of dog muscle will do that to you. Popova turned to the dog and started to scratch behind the ears. "What is the matter girl?" he asked the dog, "Do you need to go outside?" The dog of course didn't give him any sign of wanting to use the bathroom, but Snowball made a perfect excuse to get out of the room for now and get himself ready for the next time he talked to Professor Rosewood. He smiled and then turned back to Ollie with a smirk on his face. "Thanks for everything," he said in his soft voice, "But I think Snowball needs to get outside before my next class and I am sure you still have that paperwork to fill out. But feel free to visit me sometime during my free periods. You would be a good looking distraction from all of my paperwork as well. If not you can always give Snowball some love, so she does not tackle me every few minutes for a scratch behind the ear." Popova lets out another wolfish grin before turning and heading out the door with Snowball.

OCC: Sorry my Popova muse just didn't want to work for like the past two days.

A soft frown marred her lips as he tensed beneath her hand. Slowly, she removed her hand and watched him in silence. There was nothing to say at the sadness and shame in his eyes and she wondered if he would ever open up and tell her. Green eyes moved down to the large white dog and a soft smile crossed her lips. Oh well, even if he didn't want to tell her it seemed she had made a new friend today.

After a moment he finally spoke, breaking the silence. Blinking, Ollie looked up to him, clearing her mind of the thoughts that bounced around in her mind. She was silent as he talked to his dog, a smile pulling at her lips once more. A chuckle left her lips and she nodded. "I'll keep that in mind." She said, watching them walk to the door. After a moment, Ollie walked back round to the other side of her desk so she could continue her grading. "My door is always open if you ever want to come by." The blonde said with a smile as she sat down. Green eyes watched him for a second or two more before her gaze cast back down to the papers she needed to grade. After that nice conversation and the thought she had made a new friend it was going to so much easier to finish the papers. A small frown crossed her lips as her gaze caught sight of the paperwork Anton had brought. Yeah, she'd leave that one for later.

OOC: That's fine!