Oliver considered for a moment the idea of putting a kilt on his snowman, ignoring the comment on flowing blond locks. After a moment he shook his head. "S'not the Caber toss, Pen. What we needs is some gear." What was a Quidditch player without some gear? Taking a page out of Penny's book, he dug out his wand. Moving over to one of the trees, he reached up and snapped off a branch before transfiguring the stick into a broom. He certainly wasn't planning on putting one of his own brooms out there. Moving back over to his snow man, he stuck the newly acquired broom into the snow beside the Keeper. "There!"
Glancing back to the girls, he found them standing together over by Katie's snowman. Sticking his hands into his pockets to warm them, he trudged back over. "It's alright, Katie," he grinned, coming to a stop on the other side of her. "I'm over there. Penny has-" his eyes flicked over to Penny's creation only to return to her with a dry look "-no one of consequence. And you have Harry."
Stepping up to the snowman in question, he placed a hand over the top of it to indicate height. "Just tall enough," he teased. Don't get him wrong, he liked Harry. Would give a lot to be able to talk the bloke out of working for the Ministry and to come play as Puddlemere's seeker, but there was no denying that the fellow Gryffindor had always been a short little buggar. Still was.