Who: Oliver and Fred
What: Quidditch practice
Where: Oliver's house
When: Backdated to Friday night
Rating: ....
Status: Incompelte




Flying down towards the ground Oliver picked up the quaffle that he has missed, he had had to dodge it due to a bludger flying towards his midsection. Muttering under his breath he flew skywards once more, the ball tucked under his arm. Glancing around for bludgers Oliver threw the ball, rather forcefully, at the other man that was flying around with him. For once Oliver wasn't at training, Fred had stopped by and the pair had decided on quidditch.

Flying back to the hoops, Oliver turned, guarding them as he watched the other man's movements. "I have to say, as wrong as it is, I felt safer when you and George were the beaters on my team than I do currently," Oliver had been hit with several bludgers over the last few matches before the season break, silly mistakes made by the beaters. Mistakes that were very rarely made by the twins.

Sweeping back and forth before the goal posts, Oliver waited, it wasn't very often that the red head before him played chaser, but he enjoyed it when he did.