"Oliver's not so bad, really," George said, "once you get past the fiery Quidditch mania in his bloodstream. You just have to know when to tell him to shut up. Or be stupid enough to tell him to shut up..." He frowned as though thinking this over. "One of the two..."
He nodded as Alicia recounted her recent news, or perhaps lack thereof, not that there was any shame in having a quiet life. "Me? Nothing terribly interesting. Keeping the shop afloat with naught but a dim-witted shop girl for help." And his frequent visits with a certain former Housemate...