Oliver, actually, had no designs on Ron's job because the mun had a professor already. COMC, precious. He looked surprised. "Of course it's your job," he said. "Puddlemere United won't let me teach on the side."

That where he was for months on end. Playing Quidditch professionally. Really.

He'd been momentarily distracted from his bouncing but now he as back at it, pinging from poster to poster. "Do you know what we need? Cannons. Show those Slytherin bastards a thing or two." Oliver whirled around and faced Ron, suddenly intense.

"And when was the last time Slytherin had a Quidditch practice? That's what I want to know. Have they moved underground? Are they practicing on the sly?"