"And what's this little fella called?"

Oliver grinned fondly as you asked him the question; you, focused on the little golden ball in your hands, didn't see the affection in his eyes as he gazed at you. You had asked him to teach you how to play Quidditch, and he was glad to, of course, because it meant he could spend some quality time with you.

"That, my friend, is the Golden Snitch."

Your eyes lit up and you looked up at Oliver with a small smile.

"I've heard of this one!"

He smiled back, his heart skipping in his chest, and replied enthusiastically;

"See, you already know the most important bit. You'll be a natural in no time."

Your smile widened and as it did, Oliver's heart warmed exponentially.