Why does Piper love stairs?

Oliver could not believe the cheek of her.  What an insolent brat!  How dare she insult Thomas James like that!  Never mind that he’d been thinking the same thing.

So Piper decided right then and there, in the shower, that she would take advantage of Wood.  Er- rather, take advantage of his friendship.

She shrugged.  “No.  Heating charm.”  Piper glanced around at the shivering, sheepish faced men surrounding her.  Speaking slowly like she did to small children.  “I am a witch.  I know the charm.  And I hate bundling up when we play…makes me chafe.”

If you went starkers, think of the melee that would ensue.  Your dad would have a heart attack, and your brothers would beat anyone who dared glance your way, and from what I hear, I’d have to pry Oliver Wood off of you with a spatula.”  Johanna’s blue eyes sparkled mischievously.  “Unless that is your intention.  He’s rather scrumptious.”

Oliver threw himself moodily, and admittedly, a little drunkenly, into his chair. “Oh come off it. Only you would use Percy-words around a drunken person.” He held up the fried food in front of him. “What the bloomin’ hell is this?”

“Never mind it was bleeding scorching, enough to melt butter,-“

“Got it. I know nothing. We never spoke.” Pushing off the ground gently, George flashed a smirk at Piper. “I’ll go back to practice and being smashing in general, and you can go back to being a snobby cow.”

“Chambers is a naughty boy.  I’m not to play with naughty boys.”