Harry placed his hands ever so carefully over the unsuspecting individuals eyes. He was also careful to not breathe loudly and to avoid eye contact with the victim's friends.
They happened to ignore him and to focus on each other and what was on their plates.
'This is too easy' Harry thought.
"Guess who?" Harry said in a deep voice (well the deepest he could muster).
"Santa?" replied the victim.
"Nope. Two more guesses."
"Godric Gryffindor?"
"Wrong again. One more guess."
"Sweet scents of vanilla and birch. I know that scent anywhere…"
"Yes…"
"You're…."
"Who?"
"You're Harry Potter!"
"Took you long enough Wood!"
"I am one for suspense!"
"No you're just a drama queen!"
"You're absolutely correct" a blonde girl said before extending her hand. "I'm Katie Bell. I'm a Second Year. Beware of Oliver! He doesn't take sarcasm well…You're such a spoil sport Ollie!"
"Don't call me that!"
"Sure Ollie!"
"Bell, watch that mouth. Or I will tell Spinnet that you ate her yogurt covered pretzels!"
"You wouldn't!"
"Wanna try to test me?"
"Fine you win"
"Ahem"
"Sorry Potter. I'll scoot over or would you rather continue standing."
"No I think this will do" Harry said as he plopped down into Oliver's lap.
"That's not fair! We can't do that!" chimed in several voices from around the table.
"He's only joking…right Potter?"
"Nope, it's very comfy" Harry said as he continued to position himself on Oliver's lap, not noticing what his movements were causing.