He arched his eyebrows. "And your point is? Keepers had to throw the quaffle just as well as the chaser. Otherwise it would be intercepted and a shot taken on goal."
Oliver chuckled then smiled softly. "But I'm sure it was your idea. It screams with your brilliance."
"Yeah, you're right," he grinned as she kissed her hand and put it to his forehead. "But now you're the one who has kissed me!"
"Worlds better," he stared into her eyes. They're beautiful, he thought, What the hell, why not. "You have beautiful eyes."