Huh. He was a second year now. It was weird, thinking that it had been one full year since the he had last been at the start of term feast. One year since he had entered Hogwarts for the first time. Now that he was a second year things weren't new and exciting anymore. They were just the same old things that he would see for the next six years of his life. It was weird, and yet he knew it would only get weirder as he saw more and more start of term feasts as he got older. Now was definitely not the time to become nostalgic.

He did remember the start of last term though. Today marked one year since he had been sorted into Slytherin and Ellery had gone to Gryffindor. One year since they had been split up in a way they never had been before. He still was not happy about it, but he was learning to live with it. It wasn't like he had any other choice. Speaking of Ellery, he glanced around for her. They had gotten separated on the train and he hadn't seen her when it was time to get on the carriages. He had been a little preoccupied, and now he owed her time at the feast. But seeing as she wasn't there yet, he did not feel bad at all about heading straight for the Slytherin table. That was where he belonged, after all.

"Hey Dante," he greeted with a grin, as the older boy was the first person he spotted when he reached the table. There weren't too many people sitting yet, but the few milling about were not people he recognized. He smiled at them all the same. "Hey guys!" He was all for making new friends. And what better time to do it than the very first day back at Hogwarts? He sent them another friendly smiled and looked around for someone he knew.

"DOT!" There was definitely someone he knew. As soon as he spied the Slytherin prefect he bounded over to her. He slid down onto the bench right next to her and squished himself against her side. It had been too long, and he missed her. "I missed you over the summer." Of course he had, that should not be surprising. Olly suddenly remembered that the Slytherin boy prefect had graduated last term, which meant there would be a new one. Someone a fifth, sixth, or seventh year? Olly peered down the table, but the only one who fit that description so far was Dante and he was noticeably badge free. Inheriting an underground candy business was probably not high on the list of things that would earn someone said prefect badge. Olly refocused on Dot. "Who's your co-prefect this year?"