Oliver didn't mind that she laughed. He was of the opinion that laughter was one of the only things that kept people going in some instances. For right now, there just wasn't enough laughter. Not after so much death there wasn't. Oliver was glad to see her smile. Angelina had a nice smile and Oliver smiled in return to let her know that it was okay. He thought it was amusing too. And his mother was a little round, but lovely all the same.
"We were droolin bout the brooms earlier, both of us." Oliver laughed. They had been, their noses both pressed to the glass as they looked at the lovely new ones. Oliver wanted one, of course he wanted one. But he had no idea if he'd ever be able to get back on a broom. He pushed the thought aside though, not wanting to consider it. Not playing quiddich ever again was bad enough, but never being able to fly again was even worse. "Then we'll come along with ya." He smiled at Angelina, shaking out of his own head internally.
"Paisley, if ya aren't goin to be behaved I'm goin to have to hold on to ya." He warned and Paisley frowned replying that she wouldn't run off, promising it. She started to skip in the direction that Angelina had been headed and Oliver walked to match his friend in step. "Yer lookin good Angie." He said as they went, keeping an eye out on his daughter but also smiling over at the woman next to him.