water lilys

Oliver smiled a crooked smile as he stood a few feet from the whomping willow. today he did not have his camera in hand but instead a broom. It was a crazy idea, bit that wouldn't stop him. he wanted one of the flower buds that had started to form at the top of the tree. analizeing the tree he mounted the broom. oli would have to be quick about his task or retreving the bud" chuckleing he kicked off the ground flying at a safe distance at first befor turning to face the tree from a distance. He smirked once again flying full speed at the teee just a few feet above it so he could lean.down and pull the flower off of it. carfully his fingers curled around the precious little thing.
landing a huge grin on his face he pulled a empty glass bottle from his bag and sauntered to the edge of the water to fill the bottle before he placed the bud in it. he had planed on giving it to his sister so she could watch it bloom.

"Are you crazy?"

Kate stood, gobsmacked at what she had just witnessed. She had seen this boy around school, he was in her year, a new transfer, a Gryffindor, but she didn't know his name. But one thing she knew for sure was; he must be crazy.

The Whomping Willow was known to have killed people, which pretty much gives the perquisite of not flying towards it. Not if you wanted to live anyway. But this boy had, without any care. He hadn't seemed worried before his flight, and he didn't break a sweat. That impressed Kate. She liked watching Quiddich: people flying around so effortlessly; like dancers in the sky. Surely this boy was a Quiddich player, too.

"What?" Oliver asked the goofy smile still present on his face as he turned looking for the one who had called him crazy. "Isn't everyone a little bit?" He asked cocking his head to the side with a small chuckle. Oliver had learned at an early age, one had to be just a tiny bit crazy to survive in the world. If there were not crazy people to begin with then they would not have many of the things they had now. "Why would I be crazy?" He asked fixing the bud so it sat perfectly in the jar wondering where his sister would be happen to be so he could give her the bud. "Are you?"