“We probably shouldn’t do this.”
“We probably shouldn’t do this.”
Lucy halted, wand held in front of her expectantly. “Are you in or are you out, Parkinson? Because while I’m happy to do this for you, I could probably get suspended from a game or two for letting you in here. “So–” she paused, peering through the shadows until her eyes locked on Oliver’s, “do you want to Seek on a professional-scale pitch or not?”
When he didn’t stop her again, Lucy proceeded with the charms to open the clubhouse after hours. Outsiders were forbidden, but Lucy had never never met a rule that didn’t deserve to be broken at least once. She rushed Oliver through a series of rooms–meeting room, strategy room, trainer’s room, changing room–before arriving to the last door in their bath. She flung it open with a flourish, looking over her shoulder to Oliver’s reaction as he saw the pitch, lit by a thousand twinkling charms. “Pretty brill, right?”
