Without thinking Alicia reached up her hand and caught the apple. “I’m starving,” she informed him, then looked down at the apple, wishing that this would be as easy as it had been to catch the apple. It was one thing to be on a date, and the few times she had done that, she had been so nervous that she had knocked over her glass or ended up with a plateful of food in her lap or in the hospital wing having her retina checked out by Madam Pomfrey after having tried to smell the bouquet of flowers she had just been given... But a non-date? How in Merlin’s name did you do a non-date when you didn’t even know how to do a real date?
Still looking down at the apple, Alicia nervously tossed it from one hand to the other as she considered that, then decided to go for an evasive manoeuvre, just like she would have if an opponent was going after Angelina finding her the most obvious choice for Bells to pass the Quaffle to. “Maybe someone forgot them out here?” she suggested, before she bit into the apple and sent Oliver a far too bright smile to come off as natural.
She almost sighed with relief when he didn’t fail to go for the Quidditch, because that was something she could talk about with him, without worries of being awkward or saying something wrong. “I never got past the headline,” she admitted coming up to stand beside him so she could read along as he held the paper open. “Then I got nicked on the neck by someone’s cupid. See?” she pulled her hair to the side to show the mark on the side of her neck. “Right there. There was a right fuss because some Hufflepuff first year thought her second year boyfriend was cheating on her. If they’re going to have people shoot bows and arrows, shouldn’t they at least get someone who can hit what they’re aiming at?” Alicia was rambling and she hadn’t even noticed it, but Oliver had said something about the pink robes. “Maybe they’re using the pink robes to blind the opponents. That could be it, because I don’t know anybody who could pull off that colour. What food did you bring?”
Alicia looked up at Oliver, hoping – really, really hoping - that she was managing this whole non-awkward, non-date thing better than she thought she was.