Right. When Ollie wanted to get smashed, wine didn't count. What complete bollocks. On the bright side, this meant guilt-free bourbon for him, something sorely needed considering the state of his nerves the last few days. "She's going soft on us, Wood," Terence joked with a grin, nudging his shoulder as he threw a wink in Angie's direction.
"Besides, it's obviously the fact that their seeker is completely daft. I can't count the number of times I've seen that guy fall for the Wronski Feint. Krum will have a bloody good time trying that move out on me. I work alone." He certainly didn't need anyone to show him the way to the fucking snitch. He was either the best or the second-best seeker in the whole league, after all.
Holding up his glass to Angie in a mock-toast, he grinned. "I'm calling it right now. If we lose, it's because we're hopelessly lost without you."