"Yeah, yeah. Blame the travelling Quidditch bloke. Don't worry, I'm used to it by now." He really didn't see much of anyone these days, except nights like this, when friends came to his matches. It didn't generally seem to matter much, because he always had fun with them, no matter how much time had passed. But now, looking between his old mates, he wondered if he should have made more effort after the war.
Oliver laughed, pushing aside all possible regrets for now. "Fighting crime, yeah? I am far too smart to get caught." He laughed again. "You were studying law, right? Better you than me. I wouldn't last three seconds stuck in an office all day."
At the mention of his moves in the game, he grinned. "Thanks. Thought I was going to bloody fall off, to tell you the truth. But the crowd seemed to like it."