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PUDDLEMERES BACK- STRONGER THAN EVER! A UNEXPECTED DEFEAT FOR THE WELSH DRAGONS!
Oliver set down the paper proudly in front of his captain, Alisainder Pritchard, who looked as if he had been waiting for Oliver to do so. "I was wondering when you would leave your room to gloat."
"Well, now I wouldn't call it gloating just yet." Oliver shrugged. He liked to think that he was partially responsible for their win having done excellent as their keeper and getting the rest of them in shape for the game a mere week before.
"Are you asking to be turned into a dung beetle again?" Veloce snorted snatching up the paper and peering at their group picture below the large buzzing headline. "Of course they would print the picture with my hair looking like that." she threw the paper to the side for Ailsa to see.
The brunette smiled and smoothed out the paper before taking a look. "I think you look nice- very charming for a team full of boys."
Veloce nodded. "You're right- but it's not a team full of boys anymore now, is it?"
"How are you adjusting to the team then Ailsa?" Pritchard interrupted speaking to the brunette, who had replaced Sam as beater, right in time for the game.
"Very well." She smiled. "Veloce had been keeping me company most of the time- the other boys, they don't like me as much."
Oliver frowned suddenly noticing the lack of Zane, Rashad, and Eric. They usually lounged on the couches here watching re-runs of the matches and playing gobstones till midnight. "-Right Oliver?"
"I'm sorry?" Oliver stared at Ailsa who was looking at him expectantly.
"The boys," she waved a hand around the room. "They're not here because of me."
Oliver shook his head. "No. Not at all. They're just very busy with...things." That was odd, he realized. Why weren't they here?
"Who cares?" Veloce said voicing her opinions out loud as usual. "You're not missing out on much. Eric doesn't like any girls except when he's looking for a good shag- Rashad rarely goes anywhere without Eric and Zane is usually at the DragonRepublic stadium these days."
"Why?" Oliver interrupted, interested. Zane had been cleared thanks to Audrey and he hadn't recalled the boy ever thanking him.
Veloce laughed. "Oh didn't he tell you? Well not that you ever listen when he talks."
"Out with it Veloce." Oliver shook his head.
"He's been hanging out with Fiza Ahamadun these days."
"The pretty girl with dark hair?" Ailsa asked, remembering. She hadn't met any of the Dragon Republic members officially but Alicia and Fiza had come by to cheer them up at the match last week.
Veloe nodded. "Not only do they share the same blood now but also their love for one another- it's romantically disgusting."
"I think it's beautiful." Ailsa sighed looking faraway though she was staring right at Oliver. "Have you never wanted that?"
Oliver tried to look away but he hadn't quite mastered the not awkward head turn and instead met her eyes. No, not again he thought, he couldn't- but then she smiled and turned her head towards Veloce who had shifted the topic to the new broom shipment they were expecting this week.
Pritchard cleared his throat and Oliver nodded, taking a seat by the captain.
"She's not popular with the others boys yet and as a team that's been on the brink of being broken- I can't have her feeling left out- you understand?"
Olive nodded. "Veloce and I will make her feel welcome."
"Damn right you will." Pritchard grumbled which was his own happy way of being satisfied with Oliver's words. And Oliver had already began making plans in his head of how to make it work-Veloce wouldn't enjoy it but he'd figure out a way to make her play with it.
"Where's everyone else?" Veloce asked walking up to Oliver bright and early in the morning. A wide eyed yet alert Ailsa trailed behind her. "Oliver you said this was a team practice session!" Veloce threw her down her broom realizing what exactly Oliver Wood had gotten her into it.
"It is, you me and Aisla are a team aren't we?"
"Oliver-"
"Heat me out. I didn't invite Rashad, Eric or Zane here because I know how they are when they get together. They like to think they're the reason the team wins most of their games- but that's where they're wrong. It's us three."
"Pardon me, but there are two beaters in quidditch," Aisla pointed out.
"And three chasers-" Veloce began
"But only 1 keeper who only needs to focus on one chaser and one beater to increase his chances of winning."
Veloce rolled her eyes and turned to Aisla. "He's only staying that to convince us to stay because no one else showed up."
"For the last time I didn't invite them on purpose."
"Mhmm."
Oliver rolled his eyes. Truthfully he hadn't. He had wanted to go over some tactics and plays with Aisla since she was new and formally introduce her to the team. Rashad, Eric and Zane might not accept it but Aisla was part of the team now and they had matches to win. The World Quidditch cup wasn't till a few years but Oliver had to think long term, besides the regionals weren't that far away.
Oliver had set up the pitch for the three of them earlier that morning, Veloce would be left center chucking quaffles past him while he charmed rocks to act as bludgers through the practice that Ailsa would attempt to stop from hitting Veloce. It was a grueling practice but Veloce had seen worse and Ailsa would get an idea of what to expect from a real quidditch match. According to Pritchard she'd never played professionally yet something about her had impressed Pritchard to let her on the team.
"Veloce left center," Veloce sighed and flew up in an instant throwing a rather rude sign towards Oliver. He shook his head and have a sheepish glance towards Aisla who looked apologetic.
"Oh that's nothing-I'm used to it." He shrugged. Veloce wasn't a morning person despite being on the team for 2 years.
She nodded but looked at her mournfully. "Really it's fine, it's not that serious and I'm not at all offended by it."
When she didn't say anything he turned back to look up at a bored Veloce who was on the verge of impatience, sitting cross legged on her broom at this point.
"I'm going to start of with some basic quaffle throws, Aisla you're going to want to watch this so you can take note of the patterns we usually use."
She nodded and waved her wand levitating the pile of rocks nearby that Oliver had set aside. "Let me know when to start." She asked.
He blinked realizing she knew exactly how he was going about this. Damn.
By the end of the practice session he had realized just how fast Aisla was. She not only hit every rock out of Veloce's way but was also quick and agile enough to fly between them and block them far from her post. Rashad and the others may not have paid attention, but Oliver certainly did. Aisla was a god send to this team.
Though she was smaller than Eric her light footed flying technique allowed her to move around and hurl players out of harms way. Not to mention she also figured out Oliver's play without a single look at them.
Even Pritchard knew it. It was why he had allowed her on the team, Oliver realized watching the girl with renewed interest.
When they finished he headed towards the showed for a quick cool down. When he came out he could spot the two girls in the distance talking.
"Oh you'll get used to it," Veloce was telling Aisla who was idly polishing her broom. "This is nothing compared to what he did when we went again the Pride of Portree. Ever had a 3am practices when the light isn't even out? Well that's what he did. Charmed out brooms to glow and all, said it was good practice in case we ever had a storm during a match-he's a bit mad if you can't tell."
Aisla said something that Oliver couldn't make out but both girls stood up and walked away shortly right after. He shook his hair letting it completely dry and headed towards the supply room to check on his broom, that he had set to the side momentarily, only to see it put back in its place, practically sparkling.
He slid his hand over the bow pristine handle, the frayed edges had been clipped away and it was like they weren't even there.
"Hey Sean, you're looking good today-wow."
A clatter of a broom hitting the ground caused him to turn and he saw Aisla reaching for Veloce's fallen broom, also pristine like he'd never seen it before.
"Veloce forgot to put her broom back." She said placing it above Oliver's by her name plaque.
"Thanks for that, my brooms never looked better."
"It's no problem-I've had a lot of practice fixing up brooms."
"Yeah? Those handles are always the worst. Where'd you learn to tackle those?"
"Work-I used to work at Quinn's Quidditch Supplies so it's nothing I've haven't seen before."
"Oh." Quinn's Quidditch Supplies was where Puddlemere got their supplies so it was ironic in a way that Aisla had worked her way to getting here. "So how'd you learn quidditch?"
Aisla looked thoughtful. "I'm not sure really. I used to practice after hours sometimes, and watch matches and ask the captains that came in for advice-I think somewhere along the way it just clicked and here I am now." She said handing Oliver a fallen quaffle and proceeded to pick the rest of them up.
"It's okay...I got it." He said as she handed him the cart of quaffles. "I think I got all of them." She shrugged apologetically.
"Yeah." Oliver rubbed his hair nervously not sure what to say.
He put the rocks to the side and they dropped the quaffles in the supply room before heading back to the Puddlemere house.
"What can I do to make the others like me?" Aisla asked suddenly turning to him mid way. He watched her shoulders slump as she asked the question.
Oliver was thrown back by the question. "I-I think maybe with time they'll warm eventually."
She nodded and looked ahead at the sun rising in the distance now.
"But guys are stupid and if they don't appreciate you for you then don't worry-you're not missing out on much as it is."
She smiled slightly. "You're very kind Oliver-and a very good team player. I appreciated this practice today u like Veloce."
"T-thank you." He said finally as they headed inside his body feeling very light all of a sudden. There was a spring in his step as he headed towards his room upstairs and thinking perhaps it was the cold shower from before he drifted off to sleep.
Rashad was playing with how bow tie again and asking for the fifth time oh he really had to keep it on.
"Yes, formal attired is required for entrance."
"Remind me again why Pritchard wants all of us at this dinner?" Eric asked as they headed towards the Sirens Hollow, a new establishment recently opened and where Alisainder Pritchard had decreed a dinner be held for the team. "It better not be to let us down easy about those new brooms he promised."
"No he got those." Zane spoke up. "I saw the receipt for them yesterday."
Oliver eyes widened at the mention of the AirSoar's. The broom had come out last month and the team hadn't led Pritchard forget. Just the thought of the smooth maneuvers and the easy assemble options made Oliver happy.
"I don't think it's about the brooms, he mentioned something about team unity I think." Olive shrugged trying his best to pretended he was as clueless as them. He had one task: Bring the boys or as his captain had put it drag does deadbeats to dinner or risk getting kicked out the team.
"And the flowers?" Rashad asked beckoning his bouquet of roses. Oliver noticing for the first time that the boys each held a bouquet of flowers. Zane had charmed his roses to be purple while Eric had gotten two in each hand, in about a dozen eccentric shades.
"Where's yours?" He asked wondering and looking at Oliver's bare hands.
"I didn't know we were supposed to bring them."
"I only got them because Zane had some." Rashad said confused staring at the boy. "Isn't it proper to bring roses or something?"
"For Pritchard?" Oliver asked, trying to play along with the clues bunch.
"I don't know." Rashad mumbled clearly realizing that something was off.
"Well if we don't need them," Eric dropped the flowers instantly and smoothed his hair as they neared the shimmering Sirens Hollow entrance. It was a door by all means but the glass shimmered and glowed with a greenish rim, inviting them to come in.
"Well here we are-" Oliver announced quickly trying to pull them in but Rashad had already caught on.
"They're there, aren't they?" He said looking at Zane who blushed immediately. "I got them for Fiza."
"The Dragon Republic chaser?" Eric exclaimed. "Wait they're inside?" He picked up the fallen flowers and gave a small smirk, "Well this will be an evening indeed."
"I've been told to warn you two not to mess with them." Oliver said, though it came out more like a broken record, a line he had said one to many time before.
"Ah, don't worry about us Oliver," Rashad handed his own bouquet of roses to him. "A one for the lovely Miss Spinnet."
Oliver took them before turning to the flowers and shaking his head. "Wait no theres nothing between Alicia and I-"
But the two boys had disappeared through the shining doors. Oliver sighed and Zane let out a laugh. "Come the captain awaits."
The Sirens Hollow was even bigger than it looked on the outside. The interior was a ocean with the deep blue sea spreading across the walls. Ribbons of light blue shifted through the deep blue waters accompanied by several type of fish that rippled with the current. Flashing purple red and orange lights illuminated the dining hall where open shelled seats were circled around a coral based table. As Oliver took a step he noticed the ocean theme spread below him as well in the form of millions of shimmering scales. A pebbled path led them towards his table where Pritchard was seated with the Dragon Republic captain Arabella Morgan and her guest.
"Oliver." The captain greeted him as he usually did. "Seems like you keep your spot on the team afterall."
Oliver let out a light laugh though the Dragon Republic captain looked confused.
"Roses?" She beckoned looking at the flowers in Oliver's hand. He had almost forgotten he was still holding them. "The other two had them too."
"For you." Oliver presented them to her not knowing what else to do. She took them smiling anyway. "Thank you-oh," she looked down at her hand where a pink wrist band glowed brightly. "The girls are here, excuse me."
She stood up presumably to get them. Oliver seated himself at the table and looked around at the rest of empty seats save for the captains guest. "Sir."
"Well am I going to get the rest of them?"
"No sir."
"Off with it then."
Oliver scooter back his open clam seat and stood up. "Aisla help him, boys I tell you."
"Yes sir." The pretty girl sitting at the table stood up and walked towards Oliver. Her white dress shimmered under the flashing lights and Oliver blinked realizing who she was.
"-I don't see Eric though,"
"Huh?" He asked struggling to look directly at her.
"Eric-the burly boy with brown hair. I don't see him," Aisla looked over her bare shoulder "Oh there he is!" She waved but Eric didn't seem to notice her with what him being occupied by two girls.
"I got it, I mean not it him-Eric that is," Oliver was sweating. "I'll get him."
Aisla nodded and Olive hurried towards Eric grabbing him by the arm much to the dismay of his new girls. They glared at Oliver before stalking off to find a new boy to lean on.
"Hey wait-" Eric called out. To no ones surprise Oliver and Eric where the last to arrive at the tables and they took the last two seats. Oliver took the table on the right where Rashad ever the chivalrous offered his own chair to a bewildered and confused Oliver who took the seat before realizing it was next to Alicia.
Pritchard had arranged each of the team to be sitting on seat away from each other, a dragon republic girl in between. Due to this, Rashad now sat between Namira Nagshaw and Trish Canaria at the first table while Eric was seated between Stellah Isador and Bella at Oliver's table. The captains were at a separate table watching over them and Zane was next to Fiza, his purple roses for her resting in front of her.
Oliver looked towards Rashad at the other table who had begun small talk with Namira and Trish. Their days of bad blood had gone away and he had eased with the girls unlike Eric who still harbored buried feelings of hate for them ever since Sam had left the team. Strategically Oliver realized Aisla was seated at their table too and without a glance at his captain he knew why he was here too.
"You talk to Fred yet?" Alicia asked him suddenly, looking towards him.
"I haven't actually," Oliver shook his head "But George did send me an owl about big things coming for the shop."
"Yeah-and something about Percy not being happy about it." Alicia laughed. "I never know what to expect from those two."
Oliver let out a laugh that ceased to exist as he noticed the tension around the table. Aisla was looking down at her hands while Eric was sitting rather stiffly between the two Dragon Republic girls who looked bored and annoyed.
Alicia seemed to pick up on this too and she turned to Aisla quickly asking how she was adjusting to the team.
"It's different than just playing at home that's for sure, but I like it-it's challenging and fun."
"Yeah you get used to it after a while, then you start crave it." Alicia told her. "I don't think you ever mentioned where you learned it from?"
"I haven't had any professional practice-mostly it was from watching the matches and trying it own my own." Aisla smiled. "But I never played on a team or anything."
"Neither has Bella," Alicia grabbed the attention of Bella Roseworth who smiled at the mention of her name and began describing how she had learned the sport.
The other Dragon Republic girl, Stella Isador, who Oliver admired for her backwards lunge technique chimed in too asking Oliver about his theory on broom exposing (how the movement of your broom could give away your next move if focused on properly enough.) Oliver began to tell her so excitedly while watching Eric who still say stiffly looking down.
The captain gave him a glare and Oliver nodded. A blond waitress wearing a dress made out of what looking like moving waves brought over their menus. The topic shifted quickly from brooms and quidditch to food real fast and Eric took the opportunity to hide himself behind his menu. Damn it.
"Eric!" Oliver cried out desperate to grab the buys attention.
He lowered his menu and looked towards Oliver, eyebrow raised quizzically. "Yes?"
Oliver hadn't gotten to that part yet. "Veal?"
"I was thinking steak actually," he peered down at the menu. "But I don't see it here."
"It's all seafood, it seems." Bella said eyes scanning the menu really fast.
"Hmph." Was all Eric said.
"I've never had octopus," Aisla was telling Alicia pointing to a line on the menu. "It's foreign to me."
Eric Made a sound and everyone at the table turned to look at him.
Aisla held her head high and for a moment looked like she wanted to say something but decided against it Abd stared hard back at her menu. "What are you getting Alicia?"
"I think I'm going to go with shrimp pasta. It sounds divine."
"Yeah," Bella chimed in happily swayed by the topic of food. The shrimp crepe is great too-"
"You know what would be great," Oliver glanced at Eric who had set down his menu and was staring directly at Aisla. Oh no. "If you hadn't joined this team."
Bella let out a dramatic gasp staring between the two while Alicia glanced at Oliver nervously. Aisla raised her brow and set down her menu, glaring right back.
"Hey we need to order NOW!" Oliver shouted trying to get the waitresses attention and stop the ticking bomb from exploding.
"Maybe if you weren't here SAM would still be." Eric continued.
"Sam left on his own." Aisla said evenly but Oliver could see the anger flash in her eyes. "Veloce told me what happened-"
"No! HE LEFT BECAUSE OF YOU!" Eric shouted successfully grabbing the attention of the other players at the other table now. Rashad stood up immediacy making his way towards Eric with a knowing glance.
"We would REALLY like to order now!" Oliver tugged at his collar nervously. "Eric maybe we can discuss this later-"
"Listen Eric this isn't the time and place for this at all really," Alicia said motioning Aisla to back down with her eyes.
"Why? You think I'm afraid??" Eric taunted standing up ."I'm not afraid of anyone here, nor what they have to say."
"I don't think that's what she meant." Oliver stood up trying to get Eric to sit back down and act civil. Eric shoved his hand back and Oliver nearly fell back had it not been for his reflexes.
Pritchard too had realized this seriousness of the situation up followed by Veloce and Zane. The Dragon Republic girls began muttering between themselves. That's when to their surprise Eric turned to Bella Roseworthy who looked stunned when he shouted, words full of hate. "All of you killed her. If it wasn't for your stupid team, she would still be here- HE would still be here."
"That's completely uncalled for." Bella told him shakily. "What happened was a tragedy and you nor I could have stopped it-"
Stella Isadora immediately came to her friends defense. "And maybe you forgot but we actually lost a player."
"That's nothing compared to what," Eric took a shaky breathe before continuing. "You all walk around mighty and proud not even regretting a thing, the lives you ruined the friendships that were at stake.." Eric looked at Aisla right in the eye one last time before standing up and storming out of the restaurant.
The other Dragon Girls threw him dirty looks towards him before coming over to comfort Bella Roseworthy. Alicia was doing her best to console her but she wasn't having it and stormed away too, Stellah following her.
Alicia turned to Oliver and asked a little too harshly. "What exactly is his problem?"
Rashad who had long gone after Eric returned. "I can't find him anywhere.
"I could check the pitch and his house-" Oliver suggested but Rashad shook his head. "He doesn't want to be found Oliver."
Pritchard wasn't buying it though. "I want him in front of me before night turns to day, you hear me?"
He nodded and immediately turned to Rashad. "You know where he is."
Rashad didn't answer immediately and Oliver sighed. "Rashad please, I'm risking my position here."
Rashad sighed but held out his hands. "Honestly Oliver I'm not sure where he would go- I just know that he always comes back when he calms down."
"We can't wait-"
"I'll handle inside- if you think you can find him."
Oliver nodded. Merlin he was going to punch Eric when he found him.
He apparated to the Puddlemere pitch first knowing it was a long shot but he had to make sure to cross it off just in case. It was empty just as the boys had left it that evening for the party. Clothes were strewn all over Eric's bed and he had left their Chinese order from two weeks to rot in the corner.
Oliver sighed and snapped his fingers checking the pitch outside to see if Eric had stepped out for a bit of fresh air.
"Merlin Eric where are you?" Oliver screamed into the air, his voice echoing loudly back at him.
He checked the Horned Talon, where they often got drinks as a group, next.
"Oliver?"
He turned to see two familiar red heads staring down at him. He frowned seeing he had aparrated right up to them instead of the entrance like he had thought to.
"Fred. George." He greeted them quickly composing himself. "You didn't happen to see Eric here did you?"
The twins looked at each other before shaking their heads together. "I'm afraid no mate- why?"
"I just need to find him- I'll see you around." He said quickly getting ready to apparate to Rashad's house next where they often met up when there wasn't a game in sight.
"Wait Oliver," he paused and turned back to the twins "We were talking about Katie's graduation- and how we all should be there. I've got Angelina on board so we just need to check with you and Alicia-"
Oliver hadn't meant to apparate before George finished but he had been thinking of Katie and suddenly apparated outside her house.
2452 Pride Circle looked just as it had three years when he had first been invited. Katie had called him under the pretense of a party only to yell at him about the new play he had come with and how she was stuck in the back.
She was still fairly new and so he had thought it fair to keep her in the back until she was good enough to not injure herself. But Katie Bell wouldn't take it. She stood out on the mossy green lawn demanding Oliver to change the plan or she would jump from the top of the Astronomy tower.
"Fine!" Oliver had insisted red faced as he drew out a new plan with her breathing down his back, until she had been satisfied with it.
But those days were long gone. He let out a small smile looking at the white fence where Katie had knocked herself into with a broom before apparating to his own apartment.
He needed to think- where could have Eric gone.
It was then he noticed the light emanating from his room. Har he left it on all this time? He rubbed his face, his landlady would kill him-she had warned him. He would have to start looking for new apartments again. He sighed opening the door only to jump back out.
"Hey," Eric gave him a small wave. "I was wondering how long it would take you to get here."
"My apartment?? MY APARTMENT- MERLIN ERIC WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? PRITCHARD'S GOT MY POSITION ON THE LINE IF I DON'T BRING YOU BACK-" he stared outside where there was only a small amount of time left before sunrise. "Eric-"
"I know, I messed up." Eric said. "I just- I thought of everyone you'd understand."
Oliver's expression softened and he took a seat. "I want to understand so make me."
Eric lowered his head. "It's Sam, it's always been Sam. From day one you know how close we were."
Oliver nodded. The first day he had met the team Eric and Sam had been the best of friends introducing each other to him and buddying up every chance they had.
"But then Lola came and Sam drifted away." Eric looked up "I know it wasn't her fault but I didn't have anyone else to blame." He face turned dark "The day of the match I almost didn't save her. I saw her dark hair in the crowds, I knew where she was but I didn't go after her- I went after Sam instead."
Oliver's face hardened as it always did when anyone mentioned that match.
Sam had lost Lola.
It had nearly killed Zane.
Cindy Slyder of the Dragon Republic had died.
And so many countless others whose names and families he didn't know.
"I would have gone after Sam too." Oliver told him honestly. "I didn't know Lola personally but I knew Sam, I'd save him too."
"Thats what I thought too," Eric lowered his head "But Sam didn't. He blamed me and I blame myself too now. I could have saved her but..I didn't Oliver. I could have but I hesitated because maybe if she was gone then Sam would come back to me."
Eric looked Oliver in the eye. "I liked Sam."
"I did too." Oliver sighed. "He was such a great player and we could have won the match in less time had he been there-"
"No Oliver you're not understanding me," Eric stood up. "I like liked Sam."
"I know what you're saying-" Oliver began before his mouth turned into a full "O" and he looked point blank at Eric. "Ohh."
"yeah." Eric said sheepishly, letting out a small smile. "Yeah."
"Did you tell Sam?"
Eric shook his head. "I couldn't. After he lost Lola and blamed me for it, I thought if I told him he'd hate me even more."
"I think you should talk to him now because its bothering you to a point where you lash out at everyone-"
"I don't mean to-it's just the Dragon Republic girls remind me of what Sam put in front instead of his own life-you know he went after one of those girls, Trish something after I told him not too-if he had only listened maybe he would have seen me try to save Lola and- I did try, Oliver. Yes I know I hesitated for a moment but I went after her again but it was-" Eric sighed. "Every-time I see them I'm reminded of that day, that moment."
"And Aisla?" Oliver questioned. "She's not on the Republic team but you seem to have an issue with her too."
"It's simple she replaced Sam-"
"Sam chose to leave Eric, it's not her fault."
"I know but she's also a girl."
"Veloce is a girl too."
"But she's Veloce."
Oliver nodded. "You're right. But Aisla doesn't deserve to be treated this way. She didn't know about you I and Sam and even if she did her taking his place shouldn't concern you."
"I know- I've been a jerk, I just wish Sam was here, you know? I wish I could talk to him and explain and," Eric sighed again looking at his hands. "it's like he has this power over me and I don't know how to get rid of it. You know? It's like- didn't you ever love someone so much that no matter what you do they're always a part of you-no matter how far you are or where you are-but they're always there?" Eric asked finally.
Oliver's mind drifted away to a certain Gryffindor girl who was probably fast asleep if not struggling to finish her homework.
Did she have that kind of power over him?
Eric looked at Oliver once more. "Never mind, what do you know about that- you've only ever loved that Quidditch." He let out a laugh.
That's not true.
"Listen Oliver, I want to say thank you for listening and hearing me out and finding me."
"No problem." Oliver told him "But let's get back to Pritchard first and then we will find a way to talk to Sam." Oliver told him finally. "And you owe an apology to Aisla and the other girls."
Eric made a face but nodded. "Any chance Weasley's Wizards Wheezes is open then?"
"No but I know where to find the owners." Oliver grinned grabbing Eric's hand and apparating back to the Horned Talon.