DANNNNNNNCING!

OHMIGOSH!

If Oliver were a girl, he would be squeeeing like a little one right now.. but he wasn't, so he refrained, albeit with a struggle, from doing so.

Heh.

Channelling John Travolta circa Saturday Night Fever, the Slytherin Captain strutted into the Great Hall with A Massive grin plastered across his face. “Hello, Sir.” He said brightly to Vindictus, a little surprised to see that he was running this show here and not some female professor, but hey, this was going to be oh so awesomely awesome.