A seemingly disembodied voice came from the mist. A slow smile spread across the Slytherin's face. Cameron. Although she was muttering, there was an impatience to her tone which was completely unique to the redhead. Lori would have yelled and hurled something; Sarah would have told him very politely to go away... and Oliver didn't really know Nia very well off the Quidditch pitch, nor Iris (which was a shame) so Merlin knows how they would have reacted.

“Evening, Hammy.” He replied brightly and chuckled a little at her apology. “S'ok, babe. Can I come in? I'm FREEEZING!” He squinted, trying to see her. “Bit OTT on the bubbles there, babe.” He smirked, reaching out to catch a large purple lavender smelling bubble.