Ollie, to put it simply, was tired. He was tired from practice. Tired of worrying over the tension with Katie. Tired of things being awkward. He was just tired. Penny had been right in telling him to talk to her, but he had yet to manage it. It was a lot harder than what it really should have been. He'd even gone into Diagon Alley simply to put it off a little longer ... not that the trip had done any good. He'd ended up bizarrely hexed and had to have a long, yet shallow cut taken care of. He hadn't even made it to Quality Quidditch Supplies. It had just been one of those days where he should have stayed in bed.
Hyper-sensitive to Katie's presence ever since "The Incident", Oliver knew immediately when she'd entered the locker room without having to turn around. It was like tension followed them permanently these days. Grabbing his shirt from one of the hooks he tugged it on before tossing the rest of his uniform in the gym bag on the floor at his feet to be taken home.
He turned with the slam of her locker door, slightly surprise to find her now sitting on the bench behind him. Dinner? He supposed that was as good as any reason to force the two of them together so that they could get over whatever it was between them. He much preferred when things were easy between them. "Yeah, sure," he nodded, not entirely sure what to say after that. Closing the door to his own locker, he snatched up his bag. "Anywhere in particular?"