Kobeeeeeee!
To be honest, Oscar hadn't been planning on going to this party--thing. What was the point in being around a bunch of people he really...didn't want to be with? But then his room was bombarded and he was drug down there and--sigh. So there sat Oscar Egg, by the fireplace, sprawled out on one of the leather arm chairs with a potions book thrown open on his lap.
The music and the laughter and just general hum of everything was annoying, but he was very good at ignoring things. Thank god. If someone really wanted to talk to him, they could come over and bother him.
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