"Yeah, you're going soft on us." Oliver lamented, though gazed fondly at his Chaser's swollen stomach. Angelina was going to have George's​baby and be the cutest, most hilarious and creative kid to wear Puddlemere colors. With such a pedigree it would be impossible otherwise. "But you know..." Oliver trailed off, taking a sip of wine and not entirely sure where he was going with the comment in the first place.
Luckily, Terence pulled his captain's thought process back to the conversation at hand. "Right. But we won't lose!" Oliver growled. "We've trained too hard for this. Even if I've been absent the last few days, we've still trained hard. We will beat them!" They simply had to beat Montrose. With everything else falling apart in his life all Oliver needed was this one thing to go right.