So.. this seemed to be it. His last start of term feast. Occasionally looking to the firsties being sorted Oliver felt a bit of nostalgia but also concern. His nephew was about to find his house, his friends and go on his own little seven year journey.
Hogwarts was a wild ride and anyone who denied that would be a fool. And while the ride wasn't always a fun one it was something he was proud of. This term would be the last chapter of a book he was ready to close. It was time to start the next one. An apprenticeship at Ollivanders awaited him and nothing made him quite so impatient.
But one thing at a time and right now it was the feast. So he took his seat and looked around for the blonde hair atop his best friend's head. Hopefully she'd sit with him.
If not maybe he'd strike up a conversation with a random.
__________________ BE YOUNG. BE DOPE. BE PROUD.
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