"Ah, I think you could need it." Oliver nodded still holding the Quaffle in one arm. He mad ehis descent as well and walked over to Flint, tossing him the Quaffle. "So we might as well practice together, unless you#re scared, Marcy." he smirked teasingly.
Oliver had improved a lot since he'd jouned Puddlemere United, though he could only guess it was the same with Marcus it just made him more excited about practcing together. They'd done it a few times back in their school years, that one night they'd... He shrugged the thought off. "You in for a bet, maybe?"