Oliver laughed softly. "I don't remember you ever not having a lot of responsibility," he said in a warm tone. Over the course of their friendship he had learned that Percy could handle pressure and expectations, but that didn't mean Oli thought it was good for him. That in turn didn't mean Percy wouldn't strife to be ever perfect and responsible. Oli was used to it. "I'll wait till everything is back to normal. I mean... do you even have a proper pub right now?" The more he talked to Percy, the more he relaxed. The conversation was distracting him from all the strange happenings, at least mostly.
"Earthquake and monster attack?" Oliver cringed. He wasn't looking forward to getting there. "It's a good start," Oli said, patting Percy on the back. "The twins are assigning jobs? On a scale of one to terrified, how afraid should I be?" Oliver asked jokingly. "Any chance they need professional Quidditch keepers?" Of course they wouldn't. But Outside of brooms and flying, Oli didn't really have all that many talents. "What job did you end up with, huh?"