Oliver groaned, almost falling of his broom with annoyance. Was Flint out to ruin his nerves maybe? Okay so he had asked him out for a pint but three meetings in a week? Now that really wasn't what he had been going for; well not if they all ended in a damned scrap.
"yeah it's me. What in Merlin's frilly panties are you doing out here?" He asked. it was obvious but Marcus wasn't at Hogwarts anymore and with the Falcons he had more than enough space to practice. so why did he come to Hogwarts?