Eight months later.
Sitting within the Common Room, Lucius was leaning against his chair while propping his legs up on the central table.
His eyes were closed in quiet disregard, with one of his hands used to prop up his languid head while the other hanged lazily at the side. Wearing the same black-colored armor, Lucius' breathing was unusually slow as he silently rested, seemingly in sleep.
Seated upright on another chair directly opposite to him was Olivia. Holding a fork and knife within her hands, she quietly dug into the boxed meal in front of her and mechanically ate it.
Wearing a pair of hot-pants and a sports bra, Olivia was exposing a great amount of her smooth, pale-white skin. Her long shapely legs, toned midriff, and slender arms, beautifully complemented her attire giving her a risqué, athlete-like look.