Oliver entered the ball much later than he liked-he was generally habitually on time (he was always the first to arrive at every Puddlemere practice and game), but he couldn't seem to leave his apartment on time. He looked around him, at the glowing lights and the beautiful people, and felt a bit shabby. Oh, he looked fine. He always looked fine. But he suddenly felt the impact of coming alone. He surveyed the room, hoping to find one of his former team mates so he could at least have someone to dance with. Instead, he spotted Charlie and George Weasley drinking fire whiskey and laughing. "That's where I need to be," he thought to himself, and started walking over.
On the way, he noticed a tray filled with glasses of red currant rum floating past. He grabbed a glass as it floated by, taking a sip of the sweet red drink. Warming already, he started to continue his path to his favorite Weasley brothers, when his eye was caught by his former teammate-he couldn't help it, the sight of Katie filled his view. He changed course, bolstered by the currant rum in his hand.