 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Oliver's wrapped his arms around Trixie and squeezed her before letting go and taking a seat. I'll keep you to that. He replied, getting comfortable. I'm sure my cousin will be just thrilled. Cue naughty knowing smile. But the same goes for you Trix, you can drop in on us anytime. You know that.
It was odd to hear the word 'retired' aloud. He certainly didn't feel old enough to a member of the blue rinse brigade. Oliver was still a busy man when he wasn't spending those few lazy days with Cameron. At school, he was like a kid who'd sat on a nettle, never able to keep still, but through adulthood, he had focused that energy into his career. He now talent spotted, and coached a young team of up and coming players. I know a few people who'd love to use me as a Quaffle. He snorted. As for St Mungo's, that was just nightmare fuel. Nightmare fuel he had to get used to over the years of injuries on the pitch. Don't you go there.. He chuckled.
But looking at Trixie, she certainly looked well. A youthful aura still surrounded her But I want to know what your secret is, Trixie Pixie. You've hardly changed since school. Do you bathe in the blood of baby unicorns or something? She looked happy and healthy. Content. It was heart-warming to see. He hoped his analysis was accurate.
He munched on a nacho and offered them to Trixie. She was missing out these things were so good. |