Another successful​ practice​ squared away for the day. These twice a day practices (and mandatory two hour training sessions between time on the pitch taken at the player's leisure) were, in Oliver's opinion, paying off. He felt confident they would secure a win this weekend against the Wasps. They had to: any slip up could give Montrose the leg up they needed to dethrone Puddlemere.
Freshly showered with still damp hair, Oliver decided to treat himself to brunch at V-Bar. Apparently all of wizarding London had the same idea but a few spaces at the bar were unoccupied.
Oliver spent a fantastic morning chatting with Liesl, various other patrons (most wishing him well in the upcoming game) and enjoying a delicious lox on a whole wheat bagel with extra capers and a mimosa. The only thing that could make this morning better would have been Romilda sitting next to him.
Romilda. A frown twitched at the corners of his mouth and checked his phone - again - only to see the lock screen unblemished by a message notification from her. Thee dark blue eyes stared at their smiling faces pressed together while Romilda snapped the selfie. A man's voice saved Oliver from his thoughts.
"Hello!" He greeted with automatic warmth, always ready to talk to the next fan. It was what was expected of him afterall. The realization of who the voice belonged to shocked the smile from his face. "Draco?"