a place probably with a tree nearby

One couldn't live on transfigured chicken wings forever, right? So, here Olivia stood at the door of her last resort. Thank god she'd kept those letters, otherwise she wouldn't know where to have found him. She rang the doorbell.

Boris opened it. It was kind of late, and he was just about to take a shower. His white nice crisp shirt from the day was half-unbuttoned and his jeans had the belt undone and just hanging from the little belt holder things. Once he looked down to see Olivia, he raised one eyebrow.

"Digandi. Tall as ever," she muttered, pushing her way past him into the house. "It seems I've run out of options, so, I'll be taking you up on that offer from... six months ago?"

"Oh, sorry, that's expired," he said sarcastically. Either way, he closed the door behind her, and leaned against it with his arms crossed. "Told you so," he said simply.

"I've been living in a chicken coop," she went on, ignoring that last remark. "Rather dusty, if I may say so. Damned hens constantly leaving their waste all over everything."

"So that must be the nasty smell." He said, walking towards the kitchen. "Come on in here. Want something to drink?"

"I'd love one, but I'm still recovering from yesterday. And, actually, it's odorless for the most part." She readjusted her backpack. "I must say, being homeless has been quite a changing experience. I've figured out how to transfigure rats and roaches into all sorts of meals."

"Oh, and you feel comfortable about this? You do know it'll lack all nutrients and such, and once the stomach acids hit it, you'll be digesting rat bones and roach juices?"

Olivia thought about this for a moment, then shrugged. "What's done is done. I'm sure they're a delicacy somewhere."

"Ever had snake-on-a-stick?"

"That's, like... mutiny?" She couldn't think of the word. "No."

"Yeah, don't. It's supposed to be just gross." Boris said simply. "Well, Olivia... Umm, let's see. We're going to have to try to help you with finding a job."

Olivia cut him off. "Yeah, whatever. Can I put this down somewhere?"

"There's a guest room upstairs."

"Where are the stairs?"

"Behind that wall." He pointed."

Olivia looked that way. "But it's a wall."

"Behind that wall is a hallway, Olivia. Then, down that hallway, there's a staircase. Do you understand now?" He said slowly to her. Then he grinned. "Glad you finally got to your senses, though.."

"I have no depth perception... You're smiling." This came as somewhat of a shock. Over the past... since he'd graduated, all she had ever seen was that glare. She'd assumed his face was stuck that way.

"Yeah, I am. I'm just really relieved that you've stopped those bad habits."

"What habits?"

"Hangovers, Partying, Such and such... Now we've got to hel pyou get your own job- Considering how you did in school, that'll be hard. Of course, at my job, you could always work as some assistant... We could get you as some cleaner, but you've never been good with house spells, have you? Or you could just stay here and I could help you with your organization and help you with managing a home."

"Oh, like hell I'd give that up." She laughed dryly. "My one vice. No."

He raised his eyebrows. "So, you'll keep getting drunk? Uhh, hell now. You're in prison now."

Olivia blinked, looking slightly bewildered. "What?"