Oliver raised an eyebrow at Katie's comment. All three of his Chasers had been rather silly and giggly as teenagers, but he'd kind of taken it in stride. They were a little younger, and they were girls. At least they'd been damn good Quidditch players. Perhaps Katie just hadn't grown out of it. "The terms of our contracts are strictly confidential, of course," he said, smirking slightly, "but we do have some rather fine specimens."
Needlepoint? He grabbed another chip. "I didn't say I didn't like the lack of excitement. I get my thrills on the pitch. Don't need them elsewhere."