Oliver loved any excuse to fly, and even more so helping others with their flying. It reminded him of his Hogwarts days when he'd volunteer with Madam Hooch to train the First Year students with their flying. Honestly, whenever the day came that Oliver would no longer be able to play Quidditch he would instead offer private flying lessons to any and all who asked.
He'd been up for hours, of course, with his usual routine: wake, breakfast, run, post-run-cardio-cool-down, shower, loaf about the flat, and then off to meet up with Ginny. It had been ages since he'd seen the youngest Weasley and was excited to catch up with her and hear about the going-ons in her family.
Walking up Monument Alley with his broom slung lazily over his shoulder, Oliver gave a cheery wave and a shout to Ginny as he came into view.