"If any particularly saucy stories come out about you do you promise to share all the sordid details?" Oliver grinned and swatted her hand away. "You're going to mess up my hair. It takes me a good ten seconds to get it this way and you've gone and made a mess of it," he whined. Oliver Wood wouldn't know how to do his hair if he had a team of stylists teaching him. He was lucky to comb it most mornings.
"And yeah, course I have faith in you, Pen. You're brilliant." There was really nothing in the world that could make Oliver stop being her friend. And he should know. He was still her mate even after she rejected him. "I'm not very good at throwing parties though. I could invite Quidditch people though. Or have Francis do it." Francis happened to be the witch he hired at QQS, but it didn't occur to Oliver that Penny didn't know that.