Oliver had explored almost all of the grounds, but had yet to venture inside the treehouse. A tragedy like that had to be rectified. Luckily it was an easy fix. After breakfast on Saturday, Olly made his way down to the grounds. It was early enough that it wasn't too busy yet, but he didn't think there would ever be a time when there weren't at least a few people milling about the Hogwarts grounds. He didn't blame them; it was a very nice place to be.

As he approached the treehouse, Olly wondered how to get up there. There didn't appear to be a ladder, and the trees were not optimal climbing trees. As he got closer, however, a rope ladder dropped from above. Nice. Olly climbed up and up, finally pulling himself into the interior of the treehouse. It was just as awesome as he'd been expecting, but much bigger on the inside. Magic was awesome.

Speaking of magic, Olly spotted a pen and paper floating above a boy's head. Oh hey, it was Blaise! Olly made his way over to the boy and sat on the ground next to him, criss cross applesauce. "Hi Blaise!" He greeted. "What'cha doin'?"