Oliver laughed but rubbed his neck a bit awkwardly as he stepped forward and walked over to stand next to her. "Yeah..." he almost felt bad but somehow Ryann's pouty tone wasn't convincing enough. "but I'm not Oliver, young miss." he said and chuckled. "I'm Professor McGonagall, testing your transfiguration skills." He tried to sound as serious as he could...and failed miserably, but it was just too funny.
Last night at some point he had told her to pretend he was the Professor, to encourage her to do better at her spells. It turned out that it worked a lot better and faster when he was just himself. Even though he had nearly the same scottish accent as their teacher did.
"no really, why're you sitting here, all on your own?" he asked and plopped down on the grass with a small huff, folding his legs beneath him.