Her laugh was infectious and Oliver couldn't help with laughing along with her, his baritone a good compliment to her higher pitch tingle. He moved her tea glass, saying "Careful, I only have so many of those. I already only have the ones that were mismatched from when I broke my mum's sets."
He crossed his arms and gave her a bemused look before responding to her dramatics. "You know I would never stand in the way of true love. If it's Flitwick you want, why, I'll be bridesman in your wedding. I'll hold your flowers. Hell, I'll hold your groom so you can reach him for the kiss."