Olaf: A Short Story

Olaf was mentally snickering seeing how he definitely had touch a nerve with the Sly boy with his eating habit. "Sorry, my bad," he retorted putting up a sheepish look. Now, if you're starting to think that he may always eat like a pig, then hold that thinking. Olaf could be very charming and he knows the proper etiquette; a product of his mother's teaching after years drilling all those stuffs into his brain. So all these acts he made was only to annoy the Sly boy.

Then Olaf threw himself on the stool next to him, knowing that his proximity will aggravate the Sly prefect even more. "Nope, I'm good here for a while. Plus, I'll need to fuel up before start doing the patrol," confirming that he's definitely not in a rush to go anywhere any time soon. "Looks like I'm always the hungriest when it's just about time to patrol. Same case with you, huh?" he asked, assuming that it must be what driven the Sly to go to the kitchen.

"Yeah, you're right. Slim chance that we're gonna bump into each other much." So he won't give him his name, huh? …show more content…
Too cautious indeed, but it was the right thing to do, which leave the cottage pie as his only chance then to mess up with this boy. Then the pie was finally ready. Olaf was giddy in the inside watching him about to eat the cottage pie and to mask it, he muttered, "I guess I want some pumpkin juice too." Jumping down from the stool, he went after the elf who was sent to fetch it. Taking his chance with the elf, Olaf sneaked lots of chili powder into the boy's juice, which was the nearest seasoning he could find, and stirred it to mix. He let the house elf to bring it to the boy as he follow from behind already sipping on his pumpkin juice. "How's the pie?" he asked casually, jumping back onto his stool, while the house elf serving the boy's pumpkin