Oliver smiled, slipping back all too-easily into the comfortable banter of their school-time. "I could say the same to you, Captain." He grinned, turning back to look at Angelina as he took the broomsticks.
"I'll let you know when I'm done with them but now, what can I offer you? Water? Pumpkin juice? Butterbeer? Gossip?" Oliver deposited the brooms unceremoniously in a corner and put a small note on them, so he'd be able to recall who they belonged to later on.