"YOU WHAT?" Angelina blinked. What on Merlin's beard was wrong with Oliver? "Are you feeling okay Oli?" Nothing was making sense, why was Oliver acting so strangely, and why didn't he have his broom? Oliver always had his broom. Hell, Ang knew he had carried around splinters of his very first broom until they practically disintegrated. Something was off about Oliver, but Angelina couldn't put her finger on it.
Angelina giggled. "Well, you could have! It would make sense, you know. If you were stuck, then you wouldn't have been able to write us. I checked all the barrels though, and you weren't." Ang flashed a bright smile at him. "Oli... you don't like, you didn't get some girl pregnant, did you? And gave the kid your broom?" That was the best solution Angelina could come up with, why else would Oliver disappear and reappear without his broom?