Today's line: "I don't know anything funny, a joke-themed party is not a good idea, Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes discount or not!"
Oliver wakes up feeling warm and comfortable and well-rested, wondering why the sun is up already when his alarm hasn't gone off.
He rolls over, gently disentangling himself from the octopus of a man he fell asleep with, and realises that his alarm hasn't gone off because he didn't cast the charm the previous night.
"Bugger!"
Aidan sits up with a gasping intake of breath as Oliver vaults off the bed and tugs on a pair of pants with Quaffles on them, hopping on one foot looking for a pair of passable trousers. "'s going on?" he asks blearily.
"I'm late," Oliver tells him, locating his trousers and attempting to wriggle into them while casting a frantic Tempus charm. "I have a meeting with the team, we're trying to organise a surprise party for the captain's birthday on Sunday week."
The sleepy Seeker runs a hand through his hair, managing to make even more of it stick up at endearing angles. "Okay," he says finally, throwing back the covers and kicking his way out of bed.
Oliver watches him while he pulls a shirt over his head. "You don't have to get up," he says softly. "You can have a shower and let yourself out. Isabel's back, I think."
Aidan pauses for a moment, and so he says, "You could… stay until I get back. If you want. I'll be done by lunchtime, and then we can go out somewhere."
The former Slytherin smiles lazily. "I might go home and change and then meet you somewhere for lunch," he compromises.
"Great!" Oliver agrees, snatching his wallet and his wand off the bedside table and making for the door.
Aidan catches hold of his wrist so fast he almost yanks it out of its socket. "Oi," he says gently. Impatient, Oliver turns to face him.
He's lying on his side on the bed now, having rolled over to catch him, naked and glorious and looking up at Oliver through long lashes and straggly bits of blond fringe and the thought of leaving him here is painful. Instead he bends over him and tangles their lips and tongue together, straightening again with a soft whisper of, "Good morning."
The Seeker laughs. "Good morning." He stretches indolently, and Oliver's mouth goes dry. "I could meet you at the Hinkypunk's Lantern at one?" he suggests.
It's more than Oliver's presence of mind can do to disagree, so he nods blindly, and after another hasty Tempus charm he physically tears himself away from the sight and out into the hallway, listening to the sounds of Aidan rolling over and pulling the covers back over himself as he leaves.
The team is already in full swing when he gets there; Howard and Jenny are arguing over whether or not the party should be dress-up and the other teammates are sitting around the changing room with their hands over their eyes.
"Sorry I'm late," he excuses tentatively.
Jenny sighs. "That's all right. Putting aside the issue of dress-up for now, we still need to agree on a theme."
Oliver thinks. "I get a discount at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes," he ventures. "George was on my school Quidditch team. We could have a sort of joke-themed party."
"No," Howard shoots down instantly. "I don't know anything funny, a joke-themed party is not a good idea, Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes discount or not!"
Jenny rolls her eyes at him. Oliver breathes deeply and leans back against the changing-room wall.
It's going to be a long meeting.