It was the darnedest thing. Oliver had been sitting in bed, looking at a Quidditch book he'd managed to extricate from the mess that was the library and everything was perfectly normal. Someone was having a birthday somewhere else in town and the hut was quiet. With nothing else to do but work out and gather wood, Oliver had figured a book was a good way to spend his time between workouts. But then, he had decided it was time to go for his second workout of the day (he had no time to waste if he wanted to be able to get back on that broom when he went back home and he wanted to be in better shape than ever - that's what vacations were for, after all) and gone to the loo to get dressed.
He'd just poked his head back into the room to make sure the book was put away when he spotted someone's head sticking out from the top of his covers.
"Again, Goldilocks? Is my bed that much more comfortable than yours?" he asked with a smile in his voice.