Wayne stared at her for a second, with his jaw a bit lower in mild shock. "Oliver Wood? Who probably gets tons of birds to 'dance with' 'for fun'? Come on, Ry, you know Quidditch players aren't the most innocent of people. Especially in the big leagues." He sighed a little, taking a seat on a bench and folding his arms. The look on his face could be described as a tad bit forsaken.