Alicia’s eyes narrowed slightly as she listened to Oliver summing up what she had just said, before she nodded. “Pretty much, yeah.” He was putting it a bit harsher than she had meant it, but at least he had gotten the gist of it. “But at least on Valentine’s Day, if you say you have a date, then you’re somewhat safe that day.” For just a moment she considered that, then amended; “except everybody will think that you’re seeing whoever you spent the day with until it’s proven otherwise somehow.” She held up her hand, waving it off. Oliver was right; signals, dates and Valentine’s Day was just too confusing, especially when you were supposed to not be on a date with someone.
“I’m sure it’s Madam Puddifoot who came up with Valentine’s Day,” she mused aloud, while reaching for a sandwich of her own.
She had just bitten into the sandwich when Oliver got back on the proper track of Quidditch. This had to be the first time that she actually appreciated his tunnel-vision mind about the game. Alicia wasn’t all together certain she liked the look on his face when he trailed off. “We’ll be practicing distractions next time, won’t we?” The question wasn’t so much a question as it was a statement and interpretation of the look on his face. “What kind of distraction?”