The day could not really have gone more Oliver's way. First, Puddlemere had a glorious win (even if he took a few bludgers to the face and stomach in the process. He actually was removed from the game for a few minutes when he had the breath knocked out of him), then he was sitting next to his gorgeous girlfriend watching the Appleby/Portree game. He would be lying if he said he was more than a little anxious as they sat hand in hand in the stands. Jessica had insisted on going incognito, but Oliver hadn't bothered. He had a cap on his head, but otherwise accepted the congratulations that fans threw his way, and was beaming as they made their way out of the stadium towards the disapparation spot.
"Yes, yes I thought we'd do sundaes and then read the paper, sound like a good evening to you," he said, eyes twinkling as he casually rubbed her hip. He liked walking with his arm around her, it felt so natural. This was something he had been missing before.