So it really was the luggage making everyone on the island miserable. That was good to know, but Oliver found it really didn't help his current situation.
"I'm scared," Oliver admitted, closing his eyes, seeing himself fall off his broom at the first game when he returned. Seeing the coach bench him, replace him with the reserve Keeper. Seeing a letter telling him he had been replaced on the team and 'good luck in all future endeavors'. "Quidditch... it's my life, Tonks. It's really my life, my whole life. And I'm- I'm scared I'm going to lose it. That I'm not going to be in shape to play, that I'm going to be fat and heavy and slow and unable to play." He paused a moment, shaking his head with a desperate frown. "I know it's- I know it's ridiculous, I know it's the luggage, but I. I can't lose it, Tonks," he said, opening his eyes again. "I can't lose it."