"Yeah?" he asked, a bright little smile tugging up on his lips. He knew exactly which play she was talking about, and he flushed at the compliment. It wasn't easy doing a move like that. "Sometimes you just canna tell the direction the Quaffle until the last minute, and then you just gotta rush towards it no matter what direction it is."
"No worries," Oliver said easily. Oliver shifted to make more room for Emma, lifting his arm to hang over the back of the bench seat and let her slide in a bit further. He didn't realize just how close she was until everyone started squishing in more, but he couldn't say it was exactly a bad thing. Little thing that Emma was, she fit right into the crook of his arm, and to be honest, it was much more comfortable to sit next to her like this than be squished arm to arm.
"You just want the world to sing karaoke, don't you?" he teased. "You just lemme know when. I could wrangle a mate or two to come. And if you're sweet, I'll sing you my favorite Queen song," he added for good measure, wanting to see her smile up at him like that again.