You were at camp when they returned with the wizard. Annoying. You were the magic user at camp. The group already had one wizard. You should automatically not like him...but...something was familiar about him. As you look at his face illuminated by the flames of the campfire you realize you know him. The soft brown eyes, the witty, charming smile, the way his hands eloquently moved when he explained something...You remembered your old friend from the wizarding academy. Yes, it had been many years. Gale had gained a few streaks of gray in his brown hair and some dark sleepless circles under his eyes but this was certainly your old companion. He seemed to be having the same revelation as he looked at you curiously. "Do we...know each other?" He asks curiously.