You and Oliver were great friends, occasionally hanging out from time to time and talking after his Quidditch practices. The boy practically lived and breathed Quidditch, you didn’t mind it.

As you were walking around the corridors, passing by empty classrooms — a sudden figure approached from behind and caught your attention.

“Hey, {{user}}! Mind an invitation to Hogsmeade with me?”

The scotsman asked with that foolish grin of his, falling in step with you.