It was good to hear that Percy had found something he enjoyed. That fact alone made Oliver want to see a performance. "More talent than I do," Oli agreed. It wasn't like he had a terrible voice or anything, it was definitely good for pep talk and yelling, but singing? He'd sang along at the games he went to in his life, but that could hardly be considered good outside of a Quidditch stadium full of people. "But now you made me really curious, so you'll have to sing for me," Oli said and shot him a smile. "You can even do it without a piano."
A young professor McGonagall. Oliver had seen a picture in the Gryffindor common room, but he'd only ever known her as a strict but admittedly very fair teacher. And 'gone' sounded bad, really bad, actually. "Is she dead?" He'd talked to her, right after the battle at Hogwarts and then a few times when he'd gone to see Gryffindor play, it was hard to imagine her gone, young or old. "Wow..." He said and had to swallow. "I don't have any alternative career paths," he said then, a little more sombre. "I mean even professor McGonagall tried to talk to me about them before I graduated. But I'm... a little boring in that respect, I suppose."