Oliver was anxiously awaiting the arrival of some more tablemates. Come on, anyone. There were two more names on the table, and it had not even occurred to him to see whose names were on them. But before he even got the chance, there were some new arrivals. The first was Charlotte Kettleburn. Alright. Fine. Not scary. And BLAISE! The most perfect addition to the table ever? One of his best friends ever? Perfect. Olly grinned, but before he got the chance to greet them, the professor started the lesson.

Portraits? Olly didn't make a habit of talking to portraits. He generally preferred to talk to real people. But he did recall a few conversations from the previous year, when he had been exploring random places in the castle. He didn't talk to them about their lives though. Why would he do that? That sounded boring. He raised his hand.

"I talked to a knight last year? I don't remember his name, but he talked about slaying dragons and stuff." That probably wasn't very useful, but he didn't like to say nothing. So. You're welcome.