"No," Oliver said, shaking his head. "He's at work still. I'll be right back then," he said, smiling over at her.
He headed into the bedroom and kicked the door with the back of his heel as he headed toward the bathroom. Instead of clicking into place, it bounced back open by several inches, but this went unnoticed by Oliver. He was already peeling off his Quidditch leathers. He left the majority of them in a drawstring bag on the floor, knowing that Jonathan would kill him if he left them on top of the bed. He showered quickly, which wasn't a difficult task considering his short hair. That finished, he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed out into the bedroom to pull some clothes out of the drawers. As soon as he found a pair of pants, he dropped the towel on the ground.