Oliver couldn’t tell if she just wanted him to leave or if it was okay for him to stick around for a little longer. When Ava continued to speak he took it as a sign that she was alright with his presence. “Of course you’d say that,” Oli said with a smile. There wasn’t a hint of malice in his tone. He was simply thinking about his own parents and how the things they said and did always seemed a little greater than when other people said or did the same thing. “I have to admit I don’t have any friends in Slytherin and I am not too fond of their Quidditch team.” During his time at school Oli had mostly stuck to Percy and his team mates from Quidditch. Due to the rivalry he mostly hadn’t bothered talking to Slytherins if he didn’t have to.
“Quidditch? Yes,” he said his face lighting up a little. Talking about Quidditch was easy for him, it was the one thing he’d always been good at and that could always take his mind of other problems. “It’s the best thing, I mean… for me it is. Back home I am a professional Quidditch player and I play as keeper for the best team in the league.” It wasn’t quite the truth, at least not considering the league standings the last time he’d seen them. But overall the Magpies were the best and they were the best to Oli anyway, being his childhood team. “Ginger haired woman?” he asked. “One of the Weasleys? Probably Ginny?” There was a chance of course that there were other ginger-haired women there, but Ginny seemed like the mostly likely choice. “She’s a professional player in my time as well and she’s really great,” Oli said and then he cut himself off, reminding himself that not everyone got as excited about the sport as he did. “But you should try it, if you get the chance,” he added quietly.
“Wow.” Oli didn’t know how old she was, but she seemed to be a good deal younger than him. “Isn’t that difficult?” He really hoped that he wouldn’t be given a task like that, since he knew that he probably wouldn’t be very successful. Flying and transfiguration were his kind of thing, this sounded like something he’d try and fail at. “What’s that, then? What would you be doing if you got to choose?”