Oscar looked at her upon hearing her polite, run-of-the-mill question when you couldn't think of anything else to ask (it was almost etiquette), and took a while to think about it. He remembered what he done, the activities he'd partaken in, the chats with Walter, the rough and tumble with his brother and that one girl he'd taken a shine to - hopelessly. He smiled to himself.
"Yes. Yes, it was rather splendid," he answered, smiling widely at her, "And yourself?" He had only heard things about Minerva, and certain things from her once in a while when it was quieter in the corridors or the Great Hall, and she seemed okay if a little overbearing. He was surprised she would bother to make an effort to know him, to be frank.
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