"Hmm," Oliver thought for a moment. "I had forgotten that Ernie was a pureblood." Not that blood distinctions had ever mattered to him.
"Once school starts backup and the halls are fuller, it'll feel more like home to Ben, I'm sure." He paused, chuckled, then shrugged his shoulders. "Hell, what do I know? Before Ben, I hadn't so much as kept an eye on any kids in ages, let alone tried to understand them."
Wood eyed Terry one over, then walked over to the cupboard, lifted out a bottle, conjured two glasses, and walked back over. He poured the dark amber into the glasses. "Have a Scotch on me, you need it."