Natalie furrowed her brow. That expression seemed oddly familiar to her, but she couldn't really place where she'd heard it before.
She thought she'd heard him say something else, but the wind made it impossible to distinguish what he'd said.
She watched him as she moved towards the goal posts, trying to figure out how he would move. Considering he'd been a professional Quidditch player, Natalie had a feeling it wouldn't matter even if she could figure out how he would move.
She decided to throw the quaffle lightly for the first go-round, not wanting to accidentally throw herself off her broom. Oliver, of course, caught the ball easily, and she looked at him curiously. "What's the best way to throw it?"