"Maybe I was, or at least the next charity match that Puddlemere play in.." Oliver had seriously debating getting the old Gryffindor team together once more even if it was just to play in some sort of charity match. As the owner of Quality Quidditch supplies he could likely arrange such a thing, though he would just have to sign it, 'Owner of QQS' as nobody knew he owned it.
"I suppose you do," Oliver called out, slowly making his way back and forth in front of the rings as he watched Fred's movements. As Fred shot upwards, Oliver tilted his head up to follow him. Oliver raised as eyebrow as Fred started straight for him, he knew most chasers would change direction between ten and twenty feet.
Oliver's eyes widened as Fred drew closer and closer. Keeping his ground, Oliver moved forward a little to meet Fred, not anticipating him to go left, ususally someone playing chaser would fly to the side they were weaker on, and then be able to throw the quaffle across their body.
Watching over his shoulder, Oliver saw the ball sail through the hoop and grinned at Fred. "Nice shot, much braver than most chasers."
"So what do you want for scoring?" He asked with a cheeky wink.
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