Oliver gave Alicia a look of pure innocence. "What makes you think my mind goes the way of distractions, Grasshopper?" He grinned, completely at ease now that the conversation turned back to Quidditch. "As for the kinds of distractions, personally I'm all for your tight robes but they'll distract my team as well, so that won't work." He bit his bottom lip thoughtfully as he peered over to Alicia. In a way Oliver couldn't quite name, it made him feel all warm and tingly to see he wrapped in his robes. He wondered if he was running a fever.
Oliver cleared his throat, realising that as far as he was concerned Alicia did the "distractions"-thing pretty well. In fact, if she kept sitting there, looking so...distracting, Oliver might very well find himself doing something stupid before the evening was over. The sort of stupid thing that came from a sudden impulse that seemed like a grand idea at the time but turned out to be nothing short of a catastrophe in the long run. Already he noticed that he'd been slowly moving closer to her.
In an attempt to prevent further damage to his sanity, Oliver stood up abruptly, smiling in a slightly desperate way. "Want to break into the broom-shed and go flying?"
But the damage was done. Tonight had made it painfully obvious that Alicia was more than just some Quidditch player. She was a girl and, to make things worse, she was a girl of the sort that made his heart beat faster, make him tongue-tied and get his palms all sweaty in nervousness. Merlin help him!