Oliver accepted the ginger crisps gratefully and happily started to make a crumbly mess out of his bed. "Alishhaa?" He asked with his mouth full, then decided to try again after finishing his bite.
"I reckon my Quidditch girls would listen to me rant." Oliver interrupted himself with a quick smile. "It's not like they have any other choice, but I can't start anything with them. That would compromise my performance on the Pitch and I won't risk that." He popped another crisp into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully for a moment. "Never mind. I've got more important things on my mind. Flint has some pretty dirty moves and I'm thinking of some counters." That involved a broomstick to Flint's head, but Oliver decided not to say that one out loud. Mostly because he hadn't yet figured out how to do that in mid-air.