“Always been a quick drinker, hm?” Oliver said and it was hard to tell if he was serious or teasing. His own pint was nearly empty as well, but he didn’t think that was worth mentioning now, really, a waste of time. “You still as easily drunk as last time we had a pint tonight?” he asked then and he hoped it would make Flint stay to prove him wrong.
For reasons he didn’t know he’d enjoyed Flint’s company, always had. He remembered the first time he had to block one of Flint’s shots and he had nearly failed. But that look on Flint’s face was something he was never gonna forget. It had been…maybe disappointment but a definite rage and hate. It had driven Oli on to get better, practice and improve all he could so he’d see that look in the Slytherin’s eyes again.