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A/N: I flat out refuse to apologize for this, since it wasn't all that long ago that I updated. So there.

Oh, in reference to the previous chapter, nothing about it was meant to make light of rape or anyone who has been. There is nothing funny about it, and I apologize if I have offended anyone in any way. I just needed a reason to put in Elliot and Brian, and that was the only way I could think of. So again, I am truly sorry if I offended you or anyone you know.

On with the fic!

It was another positively corking day in the wonderful life of Oliver Wood. It was only 7:00 and already there was a highly troubled student sitting in his office. How this highly troubled student got in his office at such an ungodly hour was beyond Oliver, but he just figured that the fares were out to give him a heart attack by the end of the school year.

"So," Oliver said, feigning cheerfulness and coming off as a coffee deprived maniac, "What seems to be the problem?"

Silence.

"O...kay... How about telling me your name?"

Silence.

"O...kay... Are you stupid? Born dead, blind, and dumb?" Oliver smiled semi-perkily at the perfectly executed use of Green Day lyrics. He had only gotten into the band recently, mainly because his wonderful therapist had it playing constantly in her office. And it was the ONLY thing she played, except if she was in a particularly bad mood, which always led to Oliver being chained up (and occasionally whipped) to the sound of Eighteen Visions. Not that Oliver minded the first part, but the screaming was rather hard on the ears.

Silence. It was almost as if this kid was ". . ."-ing him.

"Is there a, um, reason you're here?"

". . ."

"O...kay... Did someone send you or...?"

". . ."

"O...kay..." Oliver glanced around his desk for some sort of paper explanation, desperate for something to do other than talking to the likeness of a wall. Thankfully, he found a note saying that this mute child did indeed have a name (Felix Felicitonis) and could indeed speak. As it would turn out, he had been something of a chatterbox up until a week ago, when he suddenly shut up. Apparently, he hadn't said a word since.

"All right, Felix old chap, why did you stop talking all of a sudden? Not that I'm complaining, but if I don't give you some guidance, I don't get payed. And believe me, I am NOT a happy camper when I don't get paid."

". . ." I was as if this kid was mocking Oliver. And nobody - and I mean NOBODY - mocks Oliver Wood and gets away with it. Lucky for Felix, however, Oliver was too tired and grump and coffee deprived to do a damn thing about it.

"So, here's the deal. I'm tired and grumpy and coffee deprived and REALLY don't want to deal with you and this and whatnot right now, you got that?"

". . ." Slowly, but surely, Felix nodded. Oliver almost had a heart attack at the sign of movement (and therefore life) from the boy. Up until this point, he had started to think that he was no longer dealing with one of the living, and that this kid, this Felix, had croaked on his watch. This prospect did not make Oliver very happy, therefore he was overwhelmed when there was proof he wasn't dead.

While Oliver was thanking God that nobody had died on his watch (yet), Felix was talking. (Another shocker)

"So... um..." Felix searched for the right words to say.

"Yes?" Oliver leaned forward in anticipation, clutching his heart with his hand.

"This... thing happened."

"Yes?" Oliver leaned forward further.

"I... I was at school and..."

"Yes?" Oliver leaned even farther forward.

"And... Well, I kinda..."

"Yes?" Oliver was so far forward now that his nose was practically touching the floor.

"I kinda... well..."

"Yes?" Oliver's nose was touching the floor now.

Felix took a deep, calming breath before completing his statement.

"I lost my favorite pencil."

Oliver fell over anime style. For those of you that are ignorant, that means they fall over, make a really funny noise, and somehow end up with their feet in the air in a way that doesn't seem humanly possible. When he regained his composure, he said,

"You... you lost your favorite pencil?"

Felix nodded.

"Was it... expensive?"

Felix shook his head.

"Was it... sentimental?"

Felix shook his head again.

"Was it... Uh, so what was it?"

Felix's eyes filled with tears.

"It was... It was... MY FAVORITE PENCIL!" He sobbed, wet trails streaking down his cheeks and forming a rather impressive puddle on the ground.

Oliver just stared at him.

"That's it? It was just a pencil?" he said in disbelief.

"But it was MY FAVORITE PENCIL!" Felix wailed, reaching a decibel that humans shouldn't be forced to endure.

"Riiiiiight." Oliver began to back away, out the door slowly. When it was safe, he darted out into the hallway and ran all the way down to his wonderful shrink's office. He hoped she was in a good mood...