It was a good thing that one Oliver Heart had no shame. Most people would have died off or at least hidden themselfs for the rest of the day after being chewed out in a howler from home, but not him. Oh god no. He wasn't ashames of his actions even if his parents were. Plus most of the students in the school were just as bad or knew what he had done already. He knew that maybe he had taken things a step to far but it was all in his nature to tarnish the family name and it wasn't like he was the only one doing it. His brother and sister were just like him, except maybe less wild and had a sense of shame. They were also a little more accepting of people than he was. Oliver was known to cut people off by just getting up and walking away. His siblings had better manners than that.


It was his lack of any shame that was currently letting him attend the few classes he went to on any basis and walk around the hallways without be bothered if anyone stared or talked behind their hands. It was also known that you did not congradulate him on getting yet another howler from home . Oliver wasn't in it for that, he was in the buisness of being a pain in his parents neck for the fact they kept trying to change him. They wanted an uptight, sober, drug-free, straight, Pureblood prince but instead were getting a trouble making, party loving, drink and drug taking , bi-sexual Playboy. Not the sort of person you could use to make contacts or show off at special events. He was more the sort of person you tried to hide or sent away so no-one would find out about him. Oliver knew that most of his parents friends would know all about him from either gossip on the grape vine or from their own degenerate children. So it all didn't really matter.


Making his way along one of the corridors on the upper floors Oliver or Ollie as he liked to be called, headed towards the bathrooms. Well the boys bathroom but he knew there would be more than just boys in their and finding a stall where people weren't puking or have a quick screw would be hard. Pushing open the door he walked in and was surprised not hear the moans of anyone for a change or the sounds of liquid being projected from someone. There could have been a silencing charm on them but he didn't care to think about it all that much. Trying a few doors he found one that was open and had a lock. He reappeared to wash his hands and made his way towards the sinks.

School uniforms were so redundant thought Ollie as he looked at himself in the spotted and cracked bathroom mirror that hung over the sinks and washed his hands. To most of the school populace they were a mystery. It seemed that people bent the rule on uniforms in anyway they could. For example girls wore skirts so short half the time you saw there butts more than you did you own. School ties were used in all manners as ribbons for putting back your hair to belts. As long as they were on you it was that matter. Of course there were the few who just simply didn't bother at all. Ollie Heart wasn't one, okay his trousers weren't trousers but tight black skinny jeans and his shirt was also tight and had rolled up sleeves and he wore his scarf loosely around his neck instead of a tie. But it was more of a uniform than most.

It was he looked at himself in the mirror he heard someone bang into the bathroom and disappear into a stall. Paying no attention he finished his task of washing his hands and went to dry them. Leaving his bag under the sink. A few seconds later as he was returning to pick it up. The person who had entered the bathroom only minutes before reappeared. Ollie not one for masking his emotions had to cock and eyebrow and bite his lip to prevent himself from saying anything about the boys attire. It was safe to say that someone in the room had had a rough night and it wasn't Ollie for a change. "Hey" Ollie replied as the guy uttered a greating before washing his hands and heading off to dry them. Ollie couldn't help but watch. It wasn't in him to ignore what was going on not if it included a semi-naked person. He winced as the boy fell and hit his head. Evidently it wasn't going to be someones day.

Leaving his bag where it was and walking over he asked "You alright?". It was taking Ollie all of himself not to laugh. He couldn't help but find it funny. It was always funny when it was someone else in this mess but it wasn't so funny when it was him. It was good luck he had a brass neck and bare-faced cheek to get away with such things but did this guy he guessed so. Pretty much everyone in the school, in the upper years were like that.