Silently, Percy agreed with Oliver; there were some people in the village who were there for over a year, so there was no guarantee when anybody would leave. Oliver managed to get Percy to confess, "It wasn't so bad, I admit. And I do have a bit of talent in the area. It's not like I could ever seriously consider it a career anywhere else but here, but it was a nice diversion. The songs I choose were mainly old ones from the 1940's, with a few contemporary artists, both Muggle as well as Wizarding."
Percy thought for a moment. "I don't believe there was anybody making broomsticks before. At least, not that I can remember. Professor McGonagall was here, but now she's gone, and her occupation was wand-maker, so it's not a stretch." Percy chuckled. "If you can believe it, the Professor was young. In her 20's, at least. You could barely recognize her. In any case, a flying instructor might also be needed. There is a school with a few young students. I'm certain you'd be excellent at it. But there isn't anything else?"