Woah... What was with all the ghosts?

Flying really was the coolest class of all.

The Slytherin selected a carpet as instructed by Vindy, unrolled it and sat on it. Skinny insect-like legs crossed like he was about to meditate... but meditation wasn't on Oliver's twitchy mind...

Screwing his face up into complete concentration with his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth, he rubbed at his lamp again. Hard. Like it had a particularly stubborn stain on it which he was trying to remove. “C'mon genie.” He said to himself. “C'mon genie genie genie!” Three wishes would be kinda awesome.

Rub rub rub rub rub...

No one could deny that the kid was determined.