The tall dark wizard stood high above the new york skyline amidst dark clouds and rain. His wand was held firmly in his hand as he floated across the sky, eyeing the people below like insects. One day, soon if all went well, he and his followers would rule over the mundane like gods. But first he would need to find his prodigy. Someone one day would need to take on his task, one life time simply wasn't long enough to complete such a lofty goal. With a crack he vanished from the air, leaving the storm to began raining down on the eastern metropolis.
He now stood outside the window of a distinguished looking figure. The man inside was reading a book, he didn't even notice as the dark wizard cast his spell, ensnaring his mind. For now this would do.
Today was the day. At exactly 7:30 AM his invitation back to Riverwing would disappear back to it's home school. For the last 8 years Oliver had struggled not to miss it, only doing so one year which wasn't that big of a deal because he could apperate by then. This year was bound to be different.
5:00 Am Vaness caws at Oliver, and prods his face with her beak, waking him up. Though it is still dark out he reaches a hand up to stroke her feathers, an action that provokes another caw.
"Okay, okay i'm up," He states, not making a move from underneath the lavish blankets of his bed. The crow doesn't believe him evidently, as she continues cawing and pecking him. Finally he bolts up, bright grey eyes wide open, and startling the bird. Oliver simply can't help himself with laughter as the black bird flutters around uselessly, nocking artifacts from his shelves and walls. She settles on the window finally, her feathers still ruffled.
Oliver gabs his wand, a proud blackened looking stick, and flicks it first toward the window, then around his room. The window opens. Everything is back in it's proper place in seconds. Next he found clothes to wear. Being as it is that one should always make a good first impression his parents would have him wear proper wizarding clothes. A dark cloak over blue and white, the RiverWing colors. To bad for them.
At the bottom of the stairs he looked around, no sign of the house elf. He siged with relief and strode towards the door comfortably clad in muggle attire; dark jeans and a buttoned white shirt. Of course there was the house elf, Pipkin, Shining the door knobs, again. The wrinkled creature looked up with every ounce of happiness in the world and squeaked
"Ohhohhh, Master Rivers! Would you like some breakfast before you go to school! Todays an important day!" to which Oliver tried to cut in
"No, shhh. Pip shut up shh".
"I can wake your parents and have something together in just a few minuets, and""Pip, no pip I've got to-".
"Ohhh! And I can get you some coffee too right away of course I know you love coffee in the mourn-""Pipkin!". The house elf finally stopped.
"Yes Master Rivers?No need to shout.". Oliver gave The elf a serious look. Was it really worth 3 galleons a week to keep him around. Yes, but that was beside the point.
"I've got to go don't tell my parents, see you after school.". With a wink he slipped past the elf and out of the house, disaperating before the door was even shut.
Oliver Rivers appeared in an alleyway near a small coffee parlor in down town New York.
Okay, last day, last chance you've got, he checked his watch as he thought to himself. 5:23,
2 whole hours. He grinned it was almost perfect. It was his worst idea ever what would other people think. No but he really really really did actually for real this time have to do this. He was in so much trouble. He stepped inside the muggle coffee shop and ordered a caramel vente capachino from some chick, not the right person. He could still leave and find a someone else. Nope to late, out he came. Mathew, this summer's dream boy. He was absolutely perfect except one little thing. Mathew was an utterly unmagical, entirely muggle human being. The boy was ruining Oliver's life and they hadn't even spoken yet.
it's now or never Oliver thought as he contemplated ever different thing that could happen to go wrong if he just went up there and talked to the boy. Mathew got off at 7 and the letter would leave at 7:20 plenty of time to become friends at the absolute minimum. Except that then he'd be gone until winter break, this was an awful idea he shouldn't have come at all. Okay, that didn't matter he had to do it. With all the courage Oliver could muster he strut up to the bar and sat down,coffee still in hand, waiting for boy to notice him. It didn't take long and he came over, freckled and smiling.
"Did you need something?" He asked, very politely just like he did with all the customers, one would almost think it was his job.
"Um I, well" talking suddenly became a lot harder.
"Could we um, I mean I'm from out of town and. Well actually could we be friends maybe, please." Oliver gave his prize winning grin. He was doing such an awful job at making an impression.
"Uhm, I get off at 7 I guess. I'm Mathew by the way""Oliver". Nothing could be more perfect. This was the best plan ever. It was 5 minuets 'til 7, a beautiful morning everything was great. Oliver decided he might as well wait outside since it was so nice.
"pssst Master Rivers you need to go home, your mother wants to see you before you go to school. Also shes worried sick." oliver jumped Just around the corner was Pipkin, his great big green eyes beaming with joy as always. Oliver rushed over, pushing him deeper into the alleyway where he wouldn't be seen.
"pip," he whispered in a hurried tone,
"I'm meeting someone, and it's very important and you can not tell my parents.". Oliver looked at him pleading the elf.
"but there are only muggles around here, Your dearest Father has ordered me to tell if you speak to muggles. You can't go around speaking to whoever you want, muggles aren't like wizard folks," The elf put a small hand on Olivers knee.
"come home." Before Oliver could protest he and the elf had appeared on the doorstep of the great big house of the Rivers. At the door stood none other than Adam Rivers, Olivers father.
"What in the name of Merlin did you think you were doing boy?! Get inside." The man stood stern, scars across his face making him seem permanently angry.
"yes father..." Oliver sighed slipping back inside and sitting forlorn on the couch. His parents badgered him for nearly the whole 20 minuets about how he had an appearance to keep. How Magic was fine in wizarding villages but muggle cities what was he even doing before he mentioned the time and the curtly said good bye. Other years had gone over better.
He popped into the exit hall as he had in past years and worked his way into the short line to sign in. Professor Willfrey, a wrinkled old wizard gave him a smile when checking to make sure his forms were all in order. The old teacher even started up a conversation about how Oliver's animagus work was coming along. The entire chat was boring and tedious just as the sign in process was. Finally Oliver managed to get away and up to his room, a 4th floor room with a small window. Unpacking his bag took even longer. He'd almost certainly packed too much. His small backpack had been enchanted, as everyone elses' would be, to hold much more that it looks like it aught to. It took nearly an hour to unpack his many things.
After checking in and settling his thing Oliver made his way down to the Dining hall, most students gathered here after checking in to have a hearty breakfast and catch up with their fellow classmates while the first years were shown around by the teachers. Oliver took his seat at one of the many round tables in the middle of the huge room. He was one of the first students there, having 7 years experience factored into this. There he waited for something or someone to happen.