Who | Oliver & Lexi When | The night after this Where | Oliver's Place What | Hanging Out Rating | Prob low Status | Thread. Complete.
Today was a quiet day ... well, sort of. She'd gone into work that morning, but had promptly left once Marcus had discovered that his things had been vandalized. She knew how to pick her battles and, frankly, she didn't want to be the one around when he found whoever had done it. Quidditch players were crazy and ridiculously superstitious. She was pretty sure she'd spotted one of the beaters rubbing the top of the stone falcon the other day. Apparently, he'd been there for fifteen minutes. She'd left before finding out how long he'd stay.
Of course, the whispers around the facilities said that it hadn't just been any sort of vandalism. It had been a change of name and number and not just any name and number. The culprit had changed Marcus' jersey to read like Oliver's. It was no wonder he was so angry about it.
Smiling to herself, she knocked once on Oliver's door and waited a moment to ensure she wasn't interrupting anything before letting herself in. She'd decided to take the rest of the day and catch up with him. They'd had a girls night the night before and he wasn't entirely wrong when he'd said she'd been spending a lot of time with the Falcons and, perhaps, she thought he might be feeling a little left out. Or maybe he just really didn't like the Falcons.
"Oliver!" she called, when she didn't immediately see him, "You better be here. I bought pizza and beer!"