Katie snorted at Oliver's response as Penny ran inside to grab carrots for their snowpeople. She glanced at him, eyes softening a bit. "Very lucky but... I'm not so sure that'd be the case. I'm a pretty good Chaser," she said, watching him dump the giant ball of snow on top of her snowman. Katie didn't think of herself as famous but she knew it was true. She didn't feel famous anyway. Quidditch was all she needed. This was true. It made her ridiculously happy and there was really nothing to complain about. It was breathtaking, exhilarating and about a thousand more adjectives that she could think of.
"Not as famous as you," she said, eyeing him. "Your fan club is unreal. And kind of mean..." Anytime Oliver was linked with someone in the papers, she was sure she'd read a few death threats in the Letters to the Editor section of whatever gossip rag was generating stories.
Watching Oliver move away, she scooped up a handful of snow and ran towards, him, wrapping her legs around his waist from behind and shoved snow down the back of his shirt. Laughing,