"I know better than to forget," Oliver said, laughing as he handed over the beer. His eyes scanned the take-out boxes as he stepped around the coffee table and took a seat next to her on the couch. "My favourite recipes, no less." He leaned over and grabbed the other box. "Make sure you put money on Potter, too. He's getting some record time on the Snitch in practice."
He had no idea how Katie managed to work somewhere like St. Mungo's, where it was not only hectic, but you had people depending on your for their lives and limbs. He was all about helping people when he could, but he'd take the pressure of professional Quidditch over a hospital any day, no matter what his mum said. "So it was like old times, then?" He grinned as he took a bite of his food. He'd been lucky to skip out on testing products in school most of the time, but he figured that was because Fred and George had known he'd take it out on them on the pitch.