Oliver's eyes lit up at Charlie's invitation to watch a hatching. Of course, between the two of them, there was no competition of who was more into dragons. As if Oliver would even dream to compete with Charlie in dragon-loving, however, that didn't mean that Oliver wasn't absolutely fascinated by the creatures. It was probably because of how long he had spent hearing and learning about dragons from Charlie, as well as the amount of passion Charlie seemed to always have for the topic. Still, there was something about the prospect of seeing dragon babies hatch that Oliver found absolutely amazing.
"I'd love to," he replied honestly, not doing a great job at holding the excitement out of his voice. "And I can definitely watch Fizz," Oliver added with a laugh. "She's my favourite," he said not even exaggerating. Fizz was an absolute tiny menace and Oliver loved her. He had met many dragons, thanks to Charlie, and could without a doubt in his mind say that Fizz was his favourite. It helped, of course, that out of all professional Quidditch players Fizz had met, Oliver was her favourite. Or at least he assumed so. Maybe Ginny was a close contender. Oliver would have to bribe Fizz with sweets if that was the case, he decided.