Oliver was fashionably late. He'd wanted to make sure everyone, especially the firsties, had gotten from the Great Hall to the common room properly. Vivian had done a great job leading them, and he was simply picking up any stragglers. Luckily there weren't many and it really wasn't long before Oliver himself came into the common room to join the party.

To be honest he hadn't really been that hungry during the feast itself, but now that the food being offered was marshmallows and smores the story was a little different. He really wanted some smores. He made his way over to the fire, stuck a marshmallow on a stick, and got to toasting. Right, socializing, he should do some of that too. While his marshmallow was toasting, he glanced around him for his fellow slytherins.