 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
After Slytherin's abysmal performance on the pitch a week ago which Oliver was still secretly blaming himself for, he was hoping to pick up a few tips from watching the other teams in action here today. Seeker material he was most certainly not, and with any luck, Kiri would have the sense not to make him play that position ever again. In fact, if she had any sense at all, she would give him his bat back and let him go back to beating stuff. It suited his style a lot better. Throwing and catching. Pffft.. that was for girl's, maan. Clobbering stuff was much more manly. Rawr.
So he was here to support the Hufflepuffs as Miranda was one and they were his favourite Hogwarts house, which he admitted openly. You knew where you stood with a Hufflepuff. Salt of the earth they were.. when they weren't poking you in the ribs and picking on your hair that is.
He wore a pair of skinny black jeans; a t-shirt and converse (the only two items of clothing he owned with yellow in them which he'd picked out especially) with his usual black hoodie with the hood pulled up around his face it was so cold. He was regretting not getting that hat and scarf in Hogsmeade the other day it was so freezing out here. He pulled his bare hands into his sleeves and squinted at the pitch trying to ignore the biting cold. He was early. Typical. And he had been planning on getting here stylishly late. Oh well.
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