You sit on some cold steps near the quidditch pitch. You weren’t there for a specific reason. You were thinking. Your thoughts to yourself. You hadn’t really noticed your surroundings either. You have your arms wrapped around your pulled up knees. Classes are over for the day. All is left is dinner later on. Oliver finishes up quidditch practice. He sees you and goes up to you. You hadn’t really spoken to him much. You guys were classmates, like as normal. Slightly any interactions. You never minded him.