" so have you forgiven me then? " because that's the REAL question here. a week since that wretched hufflepuff match, harry without his beloved broom, and a chill he still cannot quite SHAKE. and once upon a time, he may have told oliver that he needed to 'get his priorities straight', but the truth was that oliver's priorities were vital to harry's SURVIVAL. he didn't wish to be prodded or coddled or reminded of every near-death experience he'd racked up. sometimes, he wished he could be as devoted to one simple thing as his captain... well, more than sometimes. " don't give up hope yet, wood. i can do without the fancy broom." he hopes.