"Flint, I plan to fly. Staying upright isn't required." Oliver replied and glared once again for good measure.
"Besides, give me a week to regain my strength and I'll wipe you off the Pitch." Oliver grinned and suddenly the old challenging smirk was back in full force. "That's a challenge, by the way. How about we combine the weekly check-ups with a little friendly game of Quidditch?"