Cundrie and Marcus are now in Puddlemere training centre. Cundrie holds a bouquet of bells of Ireland, apple blossom flowers, and agapanthus whilst Marcus is holding a cheesecake with blueberry jam. The coach told them to come to visit at 4 as the team should be over with the practise by then, and they did. Well, not really. It's ten minutes too early, so what? Cundrie stared up, looking at Oliver who's training as the keeper. Oliver still looks as hot as xe always does whenever it's practise, Cundrie notes.

"Xe's gonna know," Marcus whispers to Cundrie, who only looked at Marcus.

"No one will know."

"Xe will, unless you keep your damn eyes on your sockets."

Cundrie looked up, turning to stare at Oliver as xe kicked a Quaffle away from entering a hoop. Cundrie sighed, why is Oliver so fucking hot? With sweat covering xyr pale skin, wet brown hair making xem look like xe just went skinny dipping. Cundrie wondered what does it feel to go skinny dipping with Oliver, it's not like Oliver was Eros, the god of love. Back in Hogwarts, xe was the most hopeless person if asked about romance.

If anyone wants to talk with Oliver about something that's not Quidditch-related, ask xem about cooking. Cundrie knew about this because she once caught Oliver cooking spaghetti napolitana in the kitchens with the house elves, which got Cundrie confused at first. Wouldn't the house elves make everything, why is xe cooking by xemself? More confusingly, why is xe cooking completely the muggle way?

Oliver had to explain to Cundrie that xe actually asks to be allowed to cook, and that xe enjoys the muggle way more than the wizard way. Oliver thinks that the muggle way of cooking is where the art is, and the wizard way of cooking takes away the art. Oliver makes two portion of the meal; one for xemself and one for Cundrie. Merlin, it was awesome and so full of flavour, Cundrie didn't give Oliver detention for breaking curfew and just gave xem a warning.

"Time's up!" The coach, Coach Terri, yells to her team after blowing a whistle. Cundrie sat forward, more excited as Oliver lands down. "Cooling down for five starts now!"

"Xe's coming," Marcus teased, shoving Cundrie's side softly, the cake on the empty chair next to him. Cundrie's ears turned red as she stared at Marcus in half-hearted annoyance, pressing her jaws together. Why is he so fucking annoying?

"Let's go down-" Cundrie stood up, holding tight the flowers. Marcus also stood up, taking the cake. They both navigated down the stadium to the asphalt, just before the field. With magic, Cundrie lights the candles on the cake on.

"Oliver!"

"Cundrie? Marcus?" Oliver asked, standing up. Oliver's face lit up as xe sees the flowers and the cake. "Wat am yoo doin eya?"

"It's your birthday, Ver!" Marcus answered, chuckling at Oliver's suprised face. "What kind of friends don't celebrate their friend's birthday?"

"Happy 20th birthday!"

"Ta bab!" Oliver exclaimed, staggering closer. "I- I doy knoo what ter soy."

"Just blow the candles, Ver." Oliver smiled softly, before blowing out the candles.

"Here you go, Ver-" Cundrie hands Oliver the flower bouquet, which Oliver accepts.

"It's beaotiful, Dri," Oliver said, touching the petals of the flowers. "Thanks."

Coach Terri suddenly hit Oliver's side playfully.

"Happy birthday, Ver," Coach Terri teased, emphasising Oliver's nickname.

"Thanks-" Oliver nodded, then shaping xyr hands around xyr mouth like a cup, facing xyr teammates that are still chilling. "OI! YAOUW WANT CEK?!"

"Cake? What cake?"

Cundrie takes a bundle of paper plates they've prepared earlier, along with the plastic knife. As Coach Terri takes a wooden table for Marcus to put the cake and Cundrie to put the plates down, the rest of the Puddlemere players circle around Oliver.

"It's your birthday now, isn't it?" One of Oliver's teammates asked, patting Oliver's shoulder. Cundrie chuckled as she started to cut pieces of the cake. Cundrie gave a look at Marcus, who only raised a brow playfully.

"I root for you, Dri."

"Shut up, Marc."

Cundrie handed Oliver the plastic knife, who cuts the cake and gave the pieces to xyr teammates and Coach Terri, who said things like 'happy birthday' and 'we're gonna have a BOYS NIGHT'. Cundrie shook their head, they think none of xyr teammates knows Oliver's gender identity. What a shame.

"Tar, both of yaouw," Oliver said, handing Cundrie and Marcus their share of cake.

"Don't mention it, you're our friend," Marcus said, taking the cake. Cundrie followed afterwards.

"This weekend, am ya up fer broom racen?" Oliver asked, cocking xyr head. "Or am ya too much of a coward?"

"Please. I beat your arse then, I can do it again-" Marcus scoffed, cutting into the cake. "Your place? Mine doesn't have the Quidditch space."

"Lesgo-" Oliver raised a brow as xe smirked. "A galleon bet?"

"You're on- Marcus smirked before taking another scoop into the cake, winking at Cundrie before them both. Cundrie knew what he was doing, can she do it?

"Let's sit with me, c'mon," Cundrie invited, putting down her empty plate. Oliver nodded as xe grabbed xyr flower bouquet, and Cundrie leaves to sit on one of the empty seats, Oliver sitting next to Cundrie.

"So-" Oliver sighed, staring at the emptying field. "Wanna finally confess yaw crush on me?"

"Wait-" Cundrie backed away a little bit, looking at Oliver in shock. "How'd you know?"

"I'm bad at daten, but I'm not bad at figuren ert if anyone likes me-" Oliver shrugs, smirking at Cundrie. "Besides, yom so expressiv' that it's obvious."

"Damn."

"It's fine, I loike yaouw too," Oliver continued. "At leus, I loike yaouw enough that I wanna date yaouw. But I'm bad at daten."

"Would you?" Cundrie asked. Oliver turned to look at them. "Date me. It's fine if you're bad at dating, we'll take it slow. I'm slow at this whole romance thing, too."

"I'd love that."