Sam waited patiently as Oliver went to retrieve his broom-at least that's what Sam believed he was doing. He really didn't know. Oliver could had been keeping his broom in his pocket or something...Wizards could do that right? He looked around, feeling a little uneasy about being a muggle in the middle of a wizard Quidditch Stadium. He had heart of these places but had never seen one. He had never thought he would see one. There was a lot in his life up to this point he had never expected to see or experience.
When the man came back he smiled. "I'll sit on grass. Do your thing. impress me."