After Oliver's mum left to do some shopping, Jadyn and Oliver were just seated in the kitchen. Jadyn fiddling with her tea saucer, and Oliver tapping his spoon against his mug.

"So…" Oliver said, trying to break the ice.

Jadyn looked up. "Yeah…so…."

"Wanna go fly around a bit? I find that it loosens me up a bit." Oliver said. "I have a broom you can use, it's a Comet 260, it's almost as good as a Nimbus you know."

"I know Oliver, you tell me these things in almost every letter." Jadyn replied, grinning.

"Come on then Jadyn!" Oliver said taking her hand.

"No, it's alright, I'd prefer it if I stayed on the ground." Jadyn said, following him.

"Why? It's better up there. You do fly, don't you?" Oliver asked, taking his broom out of a locked closet. Jadyn suddenly seemed very interested in her sandals. He placed his hand on her chin to get her to look at him. "Are you afraid of flying?"

*** Jadyn

Hmm, I think this is one of those things I should've told him about. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to see how this goes.

****

"Who wants to know?" Jadyn asked, distantly.

"I do." Oliver said, a grin on his face. "Come on, what's so scary about it?"

"The falling part?" Jadyn replied. She could've sworn she heard him laugh, but instead he gave her a huge, friendly hug.

"I'm going to make you into a star Quidditch player this summer Miss Tierney." Oliver said, patting her back. "That's what we're going to do all summer."

"Oliver, if you're going to kill off another date, you might as well just keep her on the ground and explain your Quidditch tactics for the next season." A voice said. (A/N: Laura, I've decided not to add you in, sorry….but please keep reading!)

"Shut up Davies, you Ravenclaw prune." Oliver said grinning.

"And who might this beautiful lady be exactly?" He asked.

"Hi, Jadyn Tierney. Pleasure to meet you." Jadyn said, grinning. "Thanks for saving me from Oliver. I should've known better than to tell him I was afraid of flying."

"Big mistake number 1." Roger replied. "American are you?"

"Stars and stripes forever. It sucks like hell that I can't light any fireworks on July 4th." Jadyn sighed.

"What's July fourth?" Oliver asked curiously, putting his unused broom back into it's closet.

"Yeah, what is it?" Roger asked.

"Independence day, from Britain, you know?" Jadyn said matter-of-factly. "It's great lighting fireworks, and playing with sparklers, but I guess I'll just make do with my wand."

"Oh right." Roger said, as Jadyn went back inside the house. Oliver followed. "So, how long have you and Oliver been friends?"

"Hmm…" Oliver said, counting silently to himself. "I think almost all seventeen years of our lives."

"Sixteen for me. I don't turn seventeen until…September." Jadyn replied.

"She's a baby." Oliver said, poking her.

Roger raised an eyebrow and decided not to comment. "Well, I'm going to go, I have to do some essay for potions because I know I'm going to put it off till we get to King's Cross."

Oliver laughed. "See you then."

"He goes to Hogwarts too?" Jadyn asked from the sofa which she was seated.

"Yeah. Ravenclaw, a year younger than me. He's pretty good. He's one of the few chasers that can get a Quaffle past me." Oliver said loftily.

"And you're really that good?" Jadyn asked.

"Hmm, look at the time. I think I should go practice." Oliver said, changing the subject.

*** Oliver

Good god, I do think I'm still obsessed with Quidditch. Snap out of it dammit! Beautiful girl's inside the house and what do I do? Play Quidditch! Man, I just hope that her visit is going to be a good thing for me as it is for her.

A/N: Short, somewhat winding, but it'll lead to more, I promise. I'm just writing off writer's block that's all. Ta ta.