Hey everyone! Here is the promised interview, I'll update another chapter later today or tomorrow! I know updates have been slow, but I have been CRAZY busy... Anyway, I have a couple of chapters in the making, so I should be back to normal updating next week (:

Anyway, I hope everyone is safe! Please be sure to comment any other questions you have for our people here >>>>>>>  (or throughout the chapter, haha)

Also, be sure to think about what you want me to do for our next goals! (1k reads, 500 votes, 500 comments) I might throw in a couple of bonus scenes anyway...

Okay, okay, on to the interview! 

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*I walk into the interview room, shuffling my papers as I nervously sent a smile to the black-haired boy sitting across from me*

Me: So, Ollivander... Firstly, can I call you Ollie?

Ollivander: No. *Distasteful look*

Me: Uhhh, what's that look for?

Ollivander: Well, you dragged me away from my work to do this stupid interview, so...

Me: Um, okay... Sorry, I guess?

Ollivander: *grunts*

Me: Well, let's get started, Ollie- *Deadly glare from Ollivander* 

Me: -Ollivander... So, what're your thoughts on being roommates with Callan?

Ollivander: Well, I suppose I don't mind, as long as he stays away from me.

Me: Okay, but you two have hung out some, correct? I mean, you freaking invited him to watch a movie!

Ollivander: *growls angrily in my direction* I didn't invite him. I don't like him, it's just common courtesy. Now, can you ask questions that don't include that idiot?

Me: *gulps before looking back down at my question sheet* Um, alright... So tell me more about Zahra. Obviously, you two don't have the best relationship, but tell me about your childhood with her... please.

Ollivander: Great, so you move from Callan to Zahra? Just fantastic. I shouldn't have agreed to this...

Me: Um, sorry, again?

Ollivander: Whatever. I guess she didn't always hate me, we were close for a little while... But that lasted all of 2 minutes before she realized I deserve to be hated. 

Me: Why do you deserve that? Did you do something to her?

Ollivander: I mean... Not specifically to her, but it affected her.

Me: Care to elaborate?

Ollivander: Nope. Next question, please.

Me: Okay, then, that's fair, maybe next time. Now, onto something I know many are wondering... Now that Callan is single, are you planning on shooting your shot?

Ollivander: Shooting my shot? *Like a puppy, he tilts his head in confusion* What do you mean? I don't go shooting...?

Me: *awkwardly clears my throat* Umm... I mean, are you going to ask him out? Or, like, kiss him? 

Ollivander: *His eyes go wide and there's a faint red blush on his neck* What?! No! He's my friend! No, not even that, he's just my roommate!

Me: ... Then why are you blushing?

Ollivander: Well, you're making me uncomfortable so, of course, I'm going to blush. Out. of. being. uncomfortable. 

Me: Alrighty buddy, sounds good. 

*The door opens to reveal a familiar sandy-blonde*

Callan: Heya! Sorry, I'm late, I stopped for ice cream on the way over... 

Me: Ah, no problem, that gave me time to ask some one-on-one time with your roommate, here.

Ollivander: *dead silent because I had not told him Callan was coming*

*Callan takes a seat on the couch next to Ollivander, directly across the chair I'm sitting in.*

Me: So, Callan, how are you doing with the whole "being single" again?

Callan: *frowns* I'm fine

*Ollivander scoffs, and Callan gives him a look.*

Callan: Okay, it's been hard... But I'll be good in no time, all I need is a fun rebound.

Me: Ummm... Are you sure that's what you need?

Ollivander: Yeah, I don't think that's a good idea, Callan...

Callan: Whatever, you've just never had a good rebound, Ollie. *rolls his eyes* I wouldn't be surprised if you've never had a rebound.

*Ollivander stays quiet*

Callan: HA! I knew it. *chuckles* Anyway, yeah, a rebound. Speaking of which, Red-y, you have any cute friends?

Me: Red-y?

Callan: Yeah, ya know, cause you have like fire-truck red hair... It's actually a pretty cool color, I should die my tips red... *Runs his hand through his hair like Ollivander frequently does* Cause it makes you look hot, sooo does it work like that vice-versa? Maybe? Yes? No? Probably. Imma do it.

Me: Uh, what? Did you seriously just call me hot? You really are desperate if you think that. Also, what the fuck? That's not how this was supposed to work...

Ollivander: Idiot, you need to stop, you can't just go around making girls uncomfortable like that. Also, you are not dyeing your hair, what if you mess it up? And have to shave off your hair? Or get dye in your eyes? What if something happens to you?

Callan: Firstly, I'm not making her uncomfortable! I'm just stating my opinion. Second, don't call me an idiot! Thirdly, why do you care? Then you wouldn't have to be roommates with me any longer!

Ollivander: Because Bradley would nonstop bother me if you were gone! When you're here, though, it's your job, and trust me when I say you're a lot less annoying then he can be!

*Me, awkwardly watching the two bicker*

Callan: So... You care about me? How cute! Does Ollie have a crush on me? *Leans over to pinch Ollivander's cheek*

*Ollivander slaps his hand away, before standing up and walking to the door*

Ollivander: I have work to do. Bye, Red-y.

Me: Wait! My name isn't- *The door slams, interrupting me*

Me: Goddammit, why does he always interrupt people??

Callan: *chuckles* That's just him. Plus, you're the author, shouldn't you be answering that question? You're the author, after all.

Me: All I do is put the words on paper, he is his own person!

Callan: True, Ollivander is definitely his own, grumpy, independent guy. He is SUCH a dork sometimes, though. Have you seen him with glasses? He looks adorable *laughs*

Me: Mhmm, adorable, you say? What else do you think of our little Ollivander?

Callan: I mean, he's an asshole sometimes, but I bet, like every bad boy cliche you read about, he's a sweetheart. I mean, he has been helping me through the breakup, but he keeps saying that anyone would, so it doesn't really mean anything...

Me: But, obviously, he's good to you?

Callan: Yeah, of course! I mean, when he's not trying so hard to be mean.

Me: That's good. Do you think of him as anything more than a friend?

Callan: What? Why? But, yeah, I do.

Me: Oooh, so what do you think of him as?

Callan: A close friend!

Me: *mentally facepalm their stupidity* Okay, buddy... Anything else you'd like to tell our audience?

Callan: Wait, this is being recorded? You're going to cut out that previous part, right? *nervously chuckles*

Me: Nope. Now, anything else?

Callan: Uhhh... I guess I'm good.

Me: Great, have a nice day! We'll see you in the next chapter!

*Callan exits, leaving me alone in my interview room/office*

Me: Okay, that was... weird. I wonder if Zahra or Bradley is going to come?

*I call Bradley, who tells me he promised Sophie a night out, but will come next time*

Me: Well, I'm assuming that if Zahra isn't here yet, she's not coming, either...

Me: I guess I'll just save up the readers' questions and ask them next time...

Me: Alright, I suppose that's all I have for you guys today, stay safe and be sure to comment any questions you'd like for next time! Bye!