Oliver smiled at Percy, thankful for the encouragement. Contrary to popular belief Oliver was aware that he did sometimes take Quidditch too seriously, but that didn't help him be more easy going about it. "It's good to know there's still hope for me," Oliver said, standing more relaxed now. It was good news though, that he was slowly getting away from a stupid habit that stemmed from the aftermath of the war. "Am I ever gonna manage to convince you to get drunk with me?" Oliver asked, both curious and attempting to lighten the mood a little.
"Lunch sounds good." Oliver was sure he would be hungry, if his mind wasn't so preoccupied with processing all the new information. Before he followed Percy Oliver snatched up the journal from the ground and held it tightly in his hand. “Someone mentioned that,” Oli said, glancing down at the book. “I’ll help if I can, I mean I did help back home… this can’t be worse, can it?” he asked. It sounded like he’d arrived at a pretty bad time. At least, Oli told himself, he already knew many people around here. And there was Percy. “How are you doing?” he asked, remembering he hadn’t asked yet. “Everything okay?” It made sense to ask, since there obviously had been trouble. As far as he could see Percy looked alright though.