"I was not... She didn't!" Oliver gasped and looked at Percy. "I swear, if this is a joke and I find out... I'll do something terrible to you!" he said but there was no bite to it. He was really incredibly protective of Kenzie, a fact that wasn't much of a secret. Especially not for Percy. "Tell me," he demanded, fixing Percy with a stern look. "I mean I want all the details!
Where he came from Kenzie was thirteen and had her head full of Quidditch and potions, a subject at which she excelled, unlike her older brother had. He stilled remembered the recurring argument between her and their mother, because she had insisted she could just wear the old Gryffindor robes Oli had grown out of while their mother insisted she had to get her own. Oli grinned a little.