"Maybe it's time to find them," Oliver suggested with a grin. "Travel the world and pester other cranky old painters." Still, Oliver could understand something of Tracey's frustration. With Quidditch, it didn't matter how many times someone explained it to you. When you were on a broom, you worked with how things felt. Your brain could tell you one thing, but it didn't matter if your hands weren't listening.
"Just trying to keep in shape," Oliver said with an amicable shrug. "I get bored so easily in the winter." He said, his voice indicating that he was teasing, but it really was true. During the Quidditch season, he could be ridiculously busy, but during the off-season, he had to find ways to entertain himself. Training took up time, but it only took up so much.