"Of course I like her! What's not to like?" Oliver tried to make it seem like the smallest deal possible; it wasn't that unnatural for him to like someone, was it? But though he tried to make it pass without a fuss, he found his face did heat up at the scrutiny and he blushed. Yes, he quite fancied Tonks. There was no denying that.
Penelope's description of her luggage didn't surprise Oliver. It was true, she really never did anything out of the ordinary, anything she wasn't technically supposed to do. Penelope was very much like Percy in that way, and Oliver wondered, not for the first time, why they weren't together. The only explanation he could come up with was that they were both looking for someone who would take them out of their shells; and clearly that wasn't going to be each other.
"Let's go flying, then. We'll go flying, and drop water bombs on random passerby's heads. While eating cookies. We'll steal someone's cookies and eat them, which will make them illegal cookies. Yes?"