"What's with me and Flint?" Oliver asked, biting the side of his lower lip. He just prayed to Merlin he hadn't done it again. Percy had said he was almost bloody swooning over his arch-rival without even noticing. It wasn't such a bright idea, there were a few reasons; for one he wasn't really out of the broom closet and then it was FLINT he was talking about. Nothing was ever a good idea with Flint.
"So you are making cauldrons explode? Bad Hufflepuff! very bad!" he laughed. Oh potions and exploding cauldrons were great. "I would have loved to see that. And their faces. And Snape's face!" He was beaming now.
"Yes, I get to go home. But maybe I have stalkers waiting for me there? that's not so awesome either." he laughed. "The other day someone really sent me...underpants! Bleedin' underpants!"