"I think I'll be alright. No major damage. I'll be able to play another day," he grinned, kissing her again.
Oliver stood up and took Meghan's hands, pulling her up from the couch carefully. Without saying anything else, he curled his hand into one of hers, linking their fingers together, and led her to his bedroom.
He made a cringing face when he saw that it was a bit messier than he thought it was, but a quick flick of his wand and clothes and quidditch gear went flying through the room into a more proper place. "My abode," he said with a hand motion to his room.