Oliver blinked in confusion. "And what's wrong with being into Quidditch and wearing tight robes?" The combination sounded rather appealing to his ears, even though he preferred his robes on the 'these could fit on a giant'.side of things. But Oliver had certainly never been known to complain about seeing tight clothes on girls. As much as he liked to focus his attention on Quidditch, he was still a teenage boy and Merlin knew, Oliver appreciated the sight. On one particularly embarrassing occasion such a sight had almost led to a collision with a goal-hoop and it had been mere luck that this moment of weakness went by unnoticed by the masses. He hoped.
Setting his half-eaten sandwich aside, Oliver studied Alicia thoughtfully. "Did anyone call you easy?" He finally asked in a voice that promised if not death and damnation, then at least bruises and broken noses to anyone who dared to insult Alicia. It took Oliver a moment to realise that he had balled his fist, then he opened his hands again with deliberate slowness.
"So. The candles." It was a sign of how upset he was that Oliver stooped as low as bringing up the candles as change of topic. "They provide light which we need unless we want to sit here in the darkness and of course there's the overly romantic factor of having wax dripping on the food." He forced a small smile on his face. "Whoa, you're right," Oliver said in a dead-pan voice. "I'm extremely romantic."
The thought amused him and the smile came a bit more naturally this time as Oliver watched Alicia shiver. It figured that she wouldn't say a word even when she froze her behind of. She was going to get sick and then she would miss out practice. He couldn't have that. Oliver sighed, shrugged out of his outer robes and threw them over to land next to Alicia. For some unfathomable reason he didn't quite dare to go over and put them around her shoulders himself. Dangerous territory.
Things didn't get any better, either. Alicia inquired if he thought of her as pretty and Oliver promptly dropped his sandwich. He glanced over, stalling for time. Fact was that of course Oliver had noticed that Alicia was pretty. Raging teenage hormones made sure of that and of course he had noticed her tight clothes and it would be a flat-out lie if he claimed that Alicia and her clothes had never intruded on his dreams. Not that he could say it out loud.
Oliver cleared his throat nervously. "You're...not unpleasant to look at." The words made him want to slap himself.