Oliver pulled his boxers on and then a pair of jeans. He rooted around in the closet before managing to find a shirt that had sleeves. He was lucky for the time being. It was cool enough that he could get away with wearing sleeves - and that hid the brand mark on his arm. He knew that summer would be here soon enough and he'd have no such ready excuse. Anything that covered up his mark was going to look suspicious. Everyone would know he was covering up something. Of course, that was undoubtedly why the Ministry had decided to put the brand in such an obvious place.
He pulled the shirt on and turned, pausing for a moment when he noticed that the door was open a crack. Frowning, he glanced over at Tracey. It didn't seem like she had seen anything - he didn't know if she already knew that he was branded. It seemed unlikely. Really, he would have rather had nobody know, but Percy had broadcast the news after he had brought in.
"How many tickets did you need, Tracey?" Oliver asked as he padded back into the main room.