Oliver chuckled and shook his head. He rubbed his hands against his legs, stepping a little away from her. He couldn't keep secrets, not from the only person in this school he trusted one hundred percent, "when I went down to get my hands fixed it took Pomfrey hours to get to me you know? She was so busy... and I kind of felt bad for her so after that I stuck around. For... a few days... thirty days actually..." He rubbed at his eyes and then stretched, "Ahh... well, anyway, never really had a chance to go back and get the pieces of my broom. I kind of... lied about... not being able to put it back. I haven't had a chance to actually try yet but I can't even remember the spell I used so it's not a complete lie!"