Oliver's attention was drawn toward the sound of his name, which came from just a few feet ahead of him and to his left. It took him a moment to place the voice; really, he wouldn't have recognized the Adrian's voice on its own. He had to see Pucey standing there. Something curled inside his stomach. He wondered if he was being punished for something, because Adrian Pucey was certainly one of the last people he wanted to see. He ignored the biting comment.
"Pucey," Oliver answered with a slight nod of his head, his voice entirely neutral. If he didn't give Adrian anything to work off, surely he'd just go away and leave him alone. Right? Oliver tried to reassure himself that his plan would work even as he came to stand next to Adrian in the aisle.
He was fairly certain that Pucey was playing reserve for some team, but Oliver couldn't be damned to remember at the moment. He was generally good at remembering who was playing for what team, but Pucey hadn't ever been someone Oliver had been fond of, he was two years younger, and he had never been on Oliver's team. It wasn't like keeping tabs on the Weasleys or Angelina or Alicia.