"Oh bugger..." Oliver swallowed; that sounded like a lot of people. He had guessed a lot of Gryffindors would show up, frankly because he was a Gryffindor back at school and because he knew how passionate some of them were about the sport.
He watched her with amusement when she told him about Wayne's order, somehow it reminded him of himself back in his time as captain; always practicing, getting better, always lecturing his team. It had helped though, obviously. After all they'd won the house cup and kicked the Slytherin's, especially Flint's, rear end.
"I already like him..." He joked. He couldn't remember what the guy looked like but he'd definitely heard the name a couple of times in his last year and he hardly forgot anything that might have been important information for the Gryffindor captain.