Al smiled if only because Oliver was trying so hard to make him feel better. "Just don't kick TOO hard," he kidded back. "He is still my uncle and all." Technically. Technically he had a bunch of uncles. Did it matter? He wasn't sure anymore.
"You are playing Quidditch too, yeah?" He wanted off the subject for now. He could panic again later. "Maybe we can practise sometime? Like at home?"