With Quidditch season finally upon them Oliver found himself with more energy than he thought possible, especially considering the intense daily practices he was going to on top of team training and his own exercise routine. This also meant less time to spend with friends, which was the point of Oliver's trip to the pub on a Monday evening.
Coming through the entrance of the familiar door Oliver immediately spotted the colors of a rival team's shirt on a pretty, familiar face. With a grin he strode over to Katie, covering her eyes with his hands and adopting a horribly posh, elderly woman's voice. "Guess who."