At one point, the back of Ollie's neck started tingling, and he had the sudden urge to turn around. But that was also accompanied by a strange feeling of... He didn't know how to describe it, but he knew that the only time he'd ever felt anything close was when he'd been at his happiest in his last foster home. And he didn't want to dwell on that.
And besides, more and more people started arriving at that point. At first, what appeared to be a stereotypical French person, who addressed the girl with the messy braid as "Clover." When he wasn't addressed, he simply stood out of the way, pointedly staring at the ground and shoving his hands in his pockets. So far, everyone else seemed to know everyone else, and that just made him feel so much worse.
And then yet another person showed up, hugging the blonde. He was in the process of getting out of the way when the door opened and his foster mother appeared- overly friendly as always. But her enthusiasm wasn't diminished in the slightest as she wrapped him in a hug, gushing about how he hadn't changed. Physically, at least. Long and lanky as ever It was only then that it finally clicked where he knew her from- the friendly woman who sang along to that silly song in the car, and who had explained to him what had been happening.
Before he could say anything else though, she was greeting the others, and then propelled all of them into the hall and up to their rooms. Even as the strange feeling strengthened, he didn't have time to dwell on it, overwhelmed by everything that was happening.
Ollie just dumped his bags inside his bedroom door and followed her back down to the dining room. It was only when he saw an all too familiar redhead that his bad mood suddenly disappeared. "Ashleigh?" he said, not quite allowing himself to believe it. What were the chances?