Oscar had no idea what he was doing here. Well, that wasn't true, he knew entirely why he was here, to see his own child graduate. Perhaps no idea why he was here. And distantly, how he was here either. It had all been a bit of a whirlwind since the owl had dropped off the invitation. At first Oscar had been too scared to open it, aware he and Elliot hadn't spoken in months since their argument over Miles, but the owl seemed intent on getting an answer from Oscar soon and he didn't want to keep a terrifying bird of prey waiting. It was almost a relief when the note was a formal invitation to the graduation and nothing more, it gave him more time to think of how on Earth he was going to talk to his son.
Now, Oscar could only look around the large hall in awe, wondering how many, if any, of the other parents and guests here were normal people like him. Some were dressed slightly more normal, others in the more outlandish manner he'd come to associate with witches and wizards. He at least recognized the school's headmistress, and the burst of pride at seeing Elliot step forward to address the school was enough to break through even the strongest of Oscar's horrible nerves. Objectively, he'd known Elliot was the head boy and been proud of it, but it was different actually seeing him in action, speaking so well and sounding like an actual grown up. It was enough to push Oscar back into that familiar crisis realizing Elliot was an adult now, finished with school and everything as he walked up to get his diploma, but Oscar still made sure to clap proudly with everyone else, even is his hands felt numb.