"If I turn green, it'll be because of something you'll give me on another day?" Oliver asked suspiciously as he took the...nose spray thing from Alicia. He eyed it warily. "You want me to ram this up my nose?" He asked incredulously, then pinched himself.
A sharp twinge of pain and an embarrassing yelp later, Oliver had managed to convince himself that he wasn't asleep. She really did want him to put this up his nose. Oliver sighed. "If you take pictures of this, I'll make you regret it, Spinnet," he threatened darkly and applied the spray.
His head still bent backwards as the instruction said, Oliver still managed to shake his head in exasperation. "Muggles making war on us? We don't need Muggles to do that. Clearly we're pretty good at making war on ourselves." He pressed his lips together in frustration. "This wouldn't have happened if more people placed Quidditch. That sport does wonders for ones frustration tolerance. Everyone would be happier."