Disclaimer: Not mine, all Jo's.

That night at dinner, Oliver was the last to show up. Naturally, no one waited for him, and Andy doubted that any of the others found his absence odd. He could sometimes be found out on the pitch, flying instead of eating. It was a bit unhealthy, but it kept him relatively calm, and the entire team appreciated that.

Still, with the news of his new bird still firmly at the forefront of Andy's mind, she was on edge throughout dinner, wondering just what exactly the two were doing. Disgusting, awful, terrible thoughts kept flitting through her brain, and only a few minutes into dinner, she felt her appetite waning. She chalked this up to guilt that none of the others knew about Oliver's new girlfriend.

"Attention," said Andy—not loud enough for anyone else to hear, but loud enough. George and Fred continued eating, but Alicia, Angelina, and Katie all stopped and stared at her; waiting. She continued in a sing-song voice. "Guess who I caught in a compromising position in the Quidditch room!"

For a second before Andy went on, Alicia and George both went very pink and they exchanged nervous glances. Andy shuddered. "Ew, no, gross. Whatever you two were up to, I luckily did not see. I was referring to Oliver and his new girl."

Angelina groaned. "Another one? Merlin, what is this, the fifteenth one this year?"

"Sixteenth," corrected Katie. She rolled her eyes, "I swear if that boy were any more of a slag, he'd be getting paid for it."

"Who says he isn't?" asked Fred, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. He and George smirked. Angelina smirked, too, but it quickly turned into a frown when her eyes flicked to something past Andy's head.

"The train is coming into the station at…crap, I was never good at this…six o' clock?"

Andy turned her head to see Oliver and the blonde from before striding towards them. The blonde was clutching tightly to Oliver's arm, and she wore a smug grin on her face. Andy figured this had something to do with the fact that the shirt Oliver was wearing was buttoned incorrectly, and the girl's blouse was inside out. When Oliver caught Andy's eye, he gave her a satisfied grin, much like the look Rasputin had when he managed to catch the toy mouse he loved.

"Hello all," said Oliver when he reached the table, "This is Bailey. Bailey, this is all."

Bailey giggled. "Hey there!"

Oliver grinned back at Bailey, before shoving Andy good-naturedly. "Move over, shortstuff. Make some room."

Andy rolled her eyes, but complied, scooting over until there was just enough room for Oliver and Bailey to fit. Oliver slumped down next to Andy, squishing into her when Bailey pushed in on his other side. When Andy's hipbone poked into Oliver's side, he winced.

"Merlin, Andy, you need to eat something," he said, grabbing hold of her side. "This is a bloody lethal weapon."

Andy rolled her eyes once more when Oliver let go—she seemed to be doing that a lot in his presence lately. "Oliver, I'm a Seeker. As a captain, you should be telling me to lose weight."

"Well, I could tell you that, only you'd become too tiny to touch," Oliver began, grinning wickedly at Andy, "and then I wouldn't be able to do this." He grabbed hold of Andy's sides and squeezed, sending her into the air with a shriek. "Tell me, where would the fun in that be?"

When Andy was settled again, she glared at Oliver. "Arse," she muttered. He grinned at her again before turning to Bailey. They began chatting about something highly irrelevant, and Andy turned back to her food.

Suddenly, George stopped eating. His fork and knife clattered when they hit his plate, but he appeared to be too busy staring at Oliver to care. "Hey, Wood, d'you know what I really don't like?"

"Uh, no," said Oliver. He looked mighty confused, as did his bird—Andy rarely remembered their names, as she would just have to learn a new one the next week.

"Trains," said George, and Andy had to stifle a laugh. But he wasn't done. "Honestly, they're all slow, and full of hot air, and really, most of the time they have no clue what they're talking about."

"George," Oliver began slowly, "trains can't talk."

George nodded, as if Oliver had just agreed with him. "Exactly, they shouldn't be able to, right? I mean, my dad always says—"

"'Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain'," continued Fred. "But what should you do if you doubt the very existence of a brain in something that thinks for itself?"

Oliver stared at the twins for a good long moment before leaning close to Andy and whispering, "Did you lot partake in the usage of drugs before I got here?"

Oliver's breath was warm and wet and Andy shivered slightly before replying. "I don't see what you mean, Olly, I think what they're saying is perfectly sensible."

Oliver frowned, but said nothing. For a second, Andy thought he was going to make a comment, but then he turned back to Bailey. "Are you done, then, love?"

Bailey giggled again. "Of course!"

Oliver got up to go to wherever he went with his birds, but Bailey didn't stand. She looked puzzled for a moment before smiling a saccharine smile. "Go on without me, Olly, I'll just be a minute."

Oliver nodded his consent, and walked away, leaving Andy and the rest of the team with his newest girly. She watched Oliver leave before leaning into Andy. "If you as much as think about my Olly in a way that isn't strictly platonic, I'll hex you so hard you won't be able to see straight, much less catch a Snitch." She smiled beatifically. "Keep that in mind, shortstuff."

Before Andy could reply, Bailey was bouncing off after Oliver. Andy turned back to the team, who were staring at her with matching surprised expressions.

George was the first to speak. "Did she just threaten you?"

"I'm going to hex her so hard she can't see straight!" exclaimed Fred, making to stand up. Luckily, Angelina's hand on his arm stopped him.

"Look, hexing her is not a viable solution, right Andy?" She looked to Andy desperately, and Andy nodded.

"It would only get you in trouble." Andy sighed. "Whatever. It's not like she'll have reason to make good on her threat." Just thinking about it made Andy grin. "Could you imagine? Me fancying Oliver. It's ridiculous."

"Right. Ridiculous," said Alicia, giving Angelina a look. Angelina returned it, rolling her eyes and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "Not sure which is thicker." Andy was about to ask her what she meant, but she continued on.

"Anyway, on a completely new topic," she began. Andy tuned her out, focusing instead on Oliver's new bird. Honestly, sometimes he had the worst taste in girls. It was a wonder he managed to stay with them as long as he did—a week with that kind of girl would rot most people's brains.

Really, it was preposterous for that girl to even suggest that Andy would have thoughts like that about her captain.

Right?

Author's Note: Hello! I don't really have much to say, except: Reviewing is ever so much appreciated! Ta!