Oakey emerged into the Tent, one extra head above his own. A smaller much cuter baby faced version of himself. Oakey was going to try and get Mark into Quidditch at a young age much like how Harvey had done for him before. It was sad to see that his his adoptive father move on from the Team he grew him up to love and adore. GO CANNON! Unfortunately Oakey had volunteered to help out with Healer duties today. So he was going to have to rely on the next best person to get his son into the game of Quidditch. He wondered how far of he was going to be to pick Mark up?

"Morning Everyone" Oakey said with a smile.

"Morning." The smaller version of Oakey said as well. Putting his hands into Daddy's hair and ducking behind it as much he could while he sat on Daddy's shoulders. His eyes wandered around the Tent and looked at everything and everyone he could from the vantage point he was given.

Oakey wondered what he could do with Mark in here for the time being? Clearly NOT playing with the Healer equipment, thought the thoughts began to roam through his head of and older Mark becoming a Healer himself. This Made Oakey smile to himself.

What are the chances?