"Feather boa?!?" He was tempted to pinch himself again. As far as his recollection served him, he had never come close to any of those things but then again there had been a time when he liked to party hard. Who knew what sort of embarrassments were waiting in the dark? Oliver gulped. "Really?" He asked in a faint voice. He scratched his head in confusion and stared at the wall as if he expected an answer there.
Oliver still sat in stunned silence by the time Alicia returned – with yet more disgusting stuff she intended to pour down his throat. He eyed the cup warily, never mind that he had already drunk one portion before, and took it with a thoughtful expression.
"Perhaps, if you played Quidditch, I could have persuaded Percy to stop working for the Ministry and become a Healer and then he'd take care of me!" Sounded like a good idea, too. Oliver disliked the thought of Percy working for the enemy and he suspected that Percy, too, was less enthused about it with each passing day.