Oliver was glad for the help, even if it made him feel somewhat...unmanly. Which was unfortunate because Oliver had grown up around a lot of testosterone, and it was always pretty much in the forefront of his mind that he needed to make sure he wasn't seen as weak. It just wasn't one of those things that you messed with in the Wood Family. He wondered now, idly how it was going to work. He and his brother both had daughters, and while Oliver was in no rush to have another baby, that meant that there were only girls to keep their family lines going. He wondered idly he and his brother were going to be the last of the Wood boys.
He pushed those thoughts out of his head though as they made their way. He'd think about that all later. Right now though, Angelina was commenting on her fragile ego and Oliver shook his head with a snort. "Angie, when have ya ever known me to lie?" Oliver asked, looking over at his friend. It was true though, Oliver wasn't one to make a habit out of lying...even if he was bending the truth a little about the extent of his injury and how it was going to affect the rest of his life.
"Besides, after everthin that's been goin on, compliments should just be taken rather then questioned." He said, giving her a look even if she wasn't glancing back. "Got money on the up comin game then? I hear the Magpie's are goin in for the favorite." Shop talk. That's what quidditch was for Oliver.