"That sounds exactly right," Oliver said, not even bothering to say anything as she stole one of his chips. He grabbed a handful and then leaned back in his chair. "If you think I'm sneaky, you should see some of the shite Brode can pull off. Too bad he was a 'puff. You two would have liked playing with him."
He shrugged when Angelina asked about his off days. His leisure activity weren't usually too interesting for others. In interviews, he would make up something exciting, but with these girls, it seemed pointless. "Nah, can't usually sleep more than five or six hours a night. Usually I hit the pitch for a few hours in the morning, spend some time with the guys, maybe visit Mum and Dad." Again, he shrugged. "Exciting life of a Quidditch star, you know."