"I wouldn't question that," Oliver said with a smile. "It's just not very common in my time. Where my parents live we had an old man who would go hunting with a bow, but otherwise I didn't know any archers." He couldn't think of a situation where either skill would have been useful to him back home except for sport.The time differences between them inhabitants of the village were something that Oliver still forgot sometimes, another thing about the place that seemed so surreal to him that he still constantly expected to wake up from a funny, probably alcohol-induced dream.
Oliver laughed with her, a picture of the founders he'd seen in history books mixed with unicorns. "That's... That'd be really weird," he admitted, still laughing and biting his lip to stifle the sound. "Time makes it easy to paint people more glorious or evil than they were, huh? I mean... Quidditch books say that the players centuries ago did crazy things that you can barely do on modern brooms while the modern-day players often sound like a sad shadow of those players..." he shrugged. "I guess I see what you mean. I'd really like to meet them some day." He was trying not to drift off too much, but it was difficult for him not to fall into his habit of comparing everything to Quidditch.
"Oh... So it's from after your time," Oli concluded with a nod. "The sorting hat is a hat," he rolled his eyes at himself. "It sorts the students into the four houses at Hogwarts. I got no idea when it was introduced though. But every first year puts it on at the feast at the beginning of the year and the hat sorts it into one of the four houses. It also has a strange fondness of singing, came up with a new song every year. usually he'd tell you about the founders and what they valued in their students. It's said that they were the ones to introduce the sorting hat. Probably so he could do the sorting after their time."