After that defeat, the last person on the fact of the planet that Oliver wanted to see was Marcus Flint. He was already in an incredibly sour mood. Just seeing Flint waiting for him set his teeth on edge. He could feel his temper rising, his blood racing. He had to remember to take a deep breath. When they were younger, they could get away with more. They were both amateur professionals who had something to lose. Now, only he had something to lose and he was certain that Marcus would love to see him kicked off the Puddlemere team.
"Sod off, Flint," was all Oliver said. He didn't even make eye contact with Marcus and managed to keep his voice relatively controlled.