max // oliver
Max wasn't convinced Oliver knew what he was saying, which was hardly surprising, and gave Max quite an advantage, if he cared to use it. "But if your charity isn't campaigning to change laws," he said, narrowing his eyes, "what are they campaigning to do? Specifically train people of minority sexualities to be better at quidditch?" Obviously that was ludicrous, Max was mostly curious as to whether Oliver knew what Equal Play actually did with the money they raised. "Support players who come out and are dropped from teams? Because again, they'd be much more effective if they raised that as a legal issue."
Max took a sip of his beer, poured into a glass from the cans Jun had provided, of course. "You're missing the point." Which was fair enough, because Max had woven several different points into his argument - but there'd been no chance to prepare for this. If there had, Max would actually have researched Equal Play for himself. "In terms of quidditch, in this country, you said yourself that you already have equal rights and representation." Max had no idea how many quidditch players were openly not heterosexual, but even if Oliver was the only one, he had still been picked for a team and was no less famous than any other quidditch player.