Oliver smiled in satisfaction as Alicia caught the apple. Evidently "his" Quidditch girls had excellent reflexes - something he planned to use to the fullest extent during the next practice.
Oliver listened to Alicia ramble as he spread out the food and drinks on their blanket, nodding here and there and becoming more attentive whenever the word "Quidditch" was mentioned. With a final flourish everything was set and - screw the way it looked! - Oliver nevertheless decided to charm the candles to levitate into the air and float around them. He turned around, wearing the expression of an eager child that really expected praise now. He barely managed to repress the urge to bounce on the balls of his feet in eagerness when Alicia showed the mark on her neck.
Whatever bounce there could have been, died instantly and Oliver, ever protective of his Quidditch girls, moved closer to get a better look. He gently brushed a few stray strands of hair aside and studied the little wound on Alicia's neck.
"You know," Oliver unconsciously lowered his voice. "This could be an arrow wound. In that case we should go back to the castle, wrestle some bows and arrows from those cupids and go shoot back." He brushed the reddened skin ever so carefully with the tips of his finger. However, that led to some goosebumps running down his back, so he quickly put some space between them once more.
"Or it's a hickey and you want to show it off." Oliver gave Alicia a trademarked lop-sided grin. "Which is perfect, really. Exactly what this is about. Two friends hanging out in a setting that could be romantic if you're into that sort of cra...I mean thing." Warming up to his topic, Oliver started gesticulating. "But it's not, because with us, it's just...not." He finished rather lamely.
"Now what was this thing with the emotional drama of those First Years? I've always said that this is exactly what happens when you don't allow First Years to play Quidditch. Lack of Quidditch ruins the world."