Oliver was trying to catch his breath -clutching his head and blinking back the tears in his eyes as his choking fit subsided- when he heard the dulcet lilt of that Welsh accent he had come to adore. Not the native tongue, cos, lets face it, with all the llllllllll's and rrrrrrrrr's going on and the phlegm that accompanied it, it wasn't all that pleasant when you didn't have an umbrella handy. Hehe!

He hit his chest as if trying to dislodge something and finally managed to stop spluttering like a chain smoker. And then the redheaded Welsh girl was in his arms and hugging him tightly. He chuckle-wheezed and wrapped his arms around her. “I've missed you too.” He murmured softly. And boy, he had... like really had.

He released his hold on her and looked at her. “You look nice. Summery.” he said admiring her choice of attire.

Where had he been? The Slytherin seemed somewhat subdued, he was smiling but nothing could hide the dark circles under the usually optimistic lad's eyes and he was skinnier than before the holiday.. the healthy glow, and mischievous spark in his eyes had faded. He shrugged at the question. “You know.. staying with my dad. It's difficult to get away.” He eyed the package in her hand for a moment and then took her by the other. “Lemme buy you a drink?” He offered gesturing towards the main seating area of the Leaky Cauldron.