Oliver huffed, it was transfiguration and literally NOTHING was was lecturing them right now and he could barely manage to stay awake, where was the happy lady who gently corrected students after one demonstration? not here. really not here. ugh. After what seemed like an eternity she finished lecturing and told them to start. Oliver stared blankly at the mouse in front of him. this was boring. he got his wand (not Arthur's) and transfigured a splinter of wood into a decent sized kitchen knife and began work. he cut the table into several pieces with a few taps and organised them into cupcake shapes. closing his eyes, he hummed a happy tune. the wood warped into a vaguely pink whirlpool and then separated into about 40 cupcakes. he transfigured the remaining wood into an oven and set it to bake for a half hour, his cupcakes didn't need that long to bake as his side of England was the practical and depressing stuff. stupid 1P being a wimp...
McGonnagall gaped at him in surprise. "What on earth was that Kirkland?!" Oliver smiled. "I'm only really good at making cupcakes so I made some! it looks like there's enough for the whole class!"McGonnagall's gape changed to a slight glare. "You-You just broke the laws of reality!" Oliver blinked. "Those exist here? I thought..." Russia nudged him. "I think you mean, it was a very good spell, da?" Oliver turned his head sharply in confusion. McGonnagall, however did not notice it and let a tight curved line reminiscent of a smile onto her face. "It was quite astonishing so if you would like to show the others how you did it...?" Oliver grinned happily and then realized what that meant. "Uh well... Do I have to?" McGonnagall didn't relent. "Of course! do you not want to " Oliver sighed and after making sure he had his freckles covered he stood up and smiled nervously. "Well... um... I didn't exactly say a spell but I did wave my wand like... this! uh... that good enough?" McGonnagall sighed just sighed and waved her hand in response. "Class, attempt the spell until the end."
Mumbles echoed around the room, some excited, others confused and a few angry ones but, begrudgingly they all tried and failed except the other nations in the room. Russia created several vodka-full oak barrels with taps whilst America summoned burgers and borrowed Oliver's oven to cook the meat in them. Hermione glared at the happy trio of boys, how come they got the spell and she didn't?! it wasn't normal! they had just broken Gamp's law of transfiguration and weren't even confused! you can transform food to food but... wood to food? that does not, in any way work! she huffed and repeated the wand action again, thinking huffily of what they had made! Hermione sighed, maybe she could approach them at break next. get some answers. Oliver (NOT Arthur), Alfred and Ivan walked past her. Ivan said something in Russian to them and Alfred glared at Oliver. Oliver however, he looked a whole lot more annoyed than Alfred. he yelled something or other at him in a indiscernible language. the whole conversation carried on in that manner so Hermione slunk off to the library to research them after memorising what some of the words were likely to mean, just in case she needed it.
the group just carried on walking to the grounds in order to spend their break relaxing instead of looking at confused and slightly scared classmates within the halls due to Oliver's impressive feat of 2P-ness. America glared across his shoulder at the pink haired giggly DARK nation. it just was not fair! He came this stupid magic school because of England's practical begging and the fact that it would be weird going back home to the White House and saying, 'yeah... I got turned into a kid! could I chill here till it wears off?' no. that would not work and Russia could have just gone on a killing spree for a little while to make himself feel more at home! sighing, America spoke, if only to break the Commie Bastards homicidal thought pattern! "Can we sit down somewhere? soon?" Oliver grinned. "But of course! wherever would you like to sit down poppet~?" America groaned. "Anywhere decently quiet!" Oliver shrugged and skipped over to a bench and sat down along with the other countries starting a terse conversation to pass the break away.
Harry and Ron were walking past at this point. "I'm telling you! You shouldn't go to that duel! he probably rigged it or something!" Harry shook his head. "No. he challenged me so I have to go. no question about it!" Oliver blinked . that sounded like something odd was going on, Oliver stood up, "Er- excuse me but... who exactly are you bak-dueling?" Harry turned to them and stared. "Malfoy, why?" Oliver grinned. "Could I come with you? I lost something and a duel somewhere sounds like a good chance to search~" After a little consideration Harry shrugged "Why not, I-" "Yes! where and when is it?" Harry glared at him, "Midnight, trophy room." Oliver winced. "Seriously? you do realize this is a set up right? one minute, don't move~!"
America sighed. "I'll go with you Ol-Arthur, just to make sure your not going to do anything too... bad." Oliver shrugged. "If you want to leave the Russian alone thats fine~!" America gaped. "Wha-? Damnit!" Reluctantly he ambled back over to the bench where the Golden Trio and Russia were sitting. "I'm still going to be watching you, you-!" He cut himself off at that point in order to avoid blowing hundreds of Galleons on swearing. stupid swear Jar! Oliver grinned, the sort of grin you'd find on a proud child showing their parent some work they did. the innocent one you never expect to see on a killer. Laughing, Oliver dashed off by his lonesome only t return a moment later, shocked blonde boy in tow.
"W-What just happened?!" Oliver smirked. "Well, I heard that you challenged these two fine boys here to a duel and you know what I decided?" Malfoy glared angrily. "What?" Oliver's smirked widened. "that it should be a school wide tournament of course!" The thud of two face-palms echoed. Harry sighed, Ron grinned, Hermione blinked from her position in the library window, Malfoy gaped, America and Russia shook their heads and Dumbledore smiled. Oliver skipped off once again to an unknown location, this time followed by the others.
A.N, chapter is 1,121 words and Oh My God! I am sooo sorry about the lateness but me+summer holidays=moody and bored me. moody and bored me= repeated technology bans. So yeah... apologies everyone, but the next chapter WILL be the tournament and up to christmas, to make up for this time. once again, sorry. I know I said I'd get on to the duel THIS chapter to one of my reviewers but my mind... the breaks... it did not want to be written, I had most of it written and when I ran over it... It was HORRIBLE! apologies again. you can flame if you want by the way.