Right. So much for feeding Percy a lie. Oliver had never been what one would call a convincing liar and lying to his best friend didn't make things any easier. Neither on his conscience nor on his rapidly fading creativity.
"It was a spontaneous game between friends, so no Puddlemere people." Which should work as a very vague description of Death Eaters. Oliver put the rolled up robes on the ground where they were immediately attacked by one of their pets. Oliver shooed the animal away warily, then winced as pain shot down his arm. He'd forgotten how he had fallen on his shoulder. There would be a massive bruise in the morning.