Harry nodded quickly, his face flushing, the way it used to whenever Oliver had praised him for his Quidditch skills. He was relived that Oliver and Faelan's estrangement had turned out to be a misunderstanding, both for Faelan and himself. Otherwise, he would have lost this unique instance of being praised for something other than his ability to kill dark lords.
"I'll never stop, not unless Faelan tells me to bugger off. Sirius asked me to watch out for him, but even if he hadn't, I would still do it anyway. He's-"
Looking Oliver up and down, Harry began to wonder just how much Faelan had told his brother. "Has he talked to you about Sirius, yet? You saw the news in the Prophet, right?"