Of course Oliver had heard about the explosion; fearing an attack by the rebels Puddlemere cancelled practice for the rest of the day leaving the team with a rare afternoon free. Originally, Oliver planned on going to a muggle gym to make up for the lack of practice but made the mistake of checking his journal before. Comments of concern, outrage and apathy littered the pages but Cormac's misguided anger caught Oliver's attention.
It didn't take long to calm down the younger Keeper, and he'd soon learned the source of Cormac's rage: his wife and younger brother's injury. A few more comments and Oliver was off to St. Mungo's.
Arriving via Floo his dark blue eyes scanned the halls while making his way to Simon's room, selfishly hoping to see Emilia, but if she was on the clock her whereabouts remained a mystery to him. Oliver walked past Simon's room twice, and once stepping inside his stomach clenched uncomfortably; Simon looked a miserable mess.
"Goldfish?" Oliver quirked an eyebrow curiously. "I don't think I know the game."