"Oh?" Oliver laughed softly. "It's not like Quidditch is all I do, you know?" he said and nudged Percy in the side. "Mum taught me to knit when I moved back in with her." It was true that Oli usually focused his attention on the sport he loved so much, but somehow being in the village felt like he should start fresh, try new things. He could still understand why that would surprise other people, though.
Oliver did take his time in the shower, allowing the hot water to relax his muscles after standing under the cold spray for a minute to take him up properly. Unlike the night before Oliver didn't bother doing anything with his hair after using a rather handy charm to dry it. He dressed quickly in a plain pair of pants and a shirt over it, before he came back downstairs to join Percy again.
"You can pick the bedroom you want. They look the same to me." He plopped back down on the couch and smiled at Percy. "Why..." he trailed off and frowned a little. "... do you look like you're about to throw up?" he asked, leaning a litle closer to Percy.