Oliver grinned hard, and caught Alicia in her embrace. Suddenly, he felt guilty; why HADN'T he made more of an effort to see his friends in his post-Hogwarts years? They had been together a few times here and there before...the battle. Was being a Quiddich player more important than friends who would fight and die for him? Who had helped him, comforted him in his times of woe, who had been hilarious and kind and helped him be the same? He shook off the feeling-this would be a depressing meeting if he didn't.
"Ladies, shall we take a walk? I think the Alley seems as magical now as it did the first time I ever came here. Maybe pop in at F&B? Who knows, the day is young. I want to hear just how you have been. You know how I've been-far too bored without you around," he said with an impish grin, taking both ladies by the elbow and steering them towards the door.