Oliver snorted. "Take it easy on you? You wish. The air might be my element, but yours is certainly fire. OY!" He yelled, interrupting himself as he hailed the barkeeper. A moment later Oliver had paid for their drinks and turned back to his new partner in crime.
"We can swing by my place and get the Quidditch equipment. You don't mind broomsticks that have been taken apart and reassembled, do you? Anyway, I think I know just the place where we can play. This big field near Hogsmeade." Oliver paused for a moment and smiled mischievously. "Perhaps we'll set fire to Madame Puddifoot's if we're lucky."