Oliver watched curiously at the bickering couple. That would be interesting to see work itself out. At that point, he was thankful for Alice's soft and warm hand in his own, leading him to a separate booth where it was much more quite, which he didn't mind one bit. He chuckled and shook his head. "No, it doesn't look exactly like entertainment telly over there." He commented, jutting his thumb behind him at the couple, who was still in deep discussion about something. "But, it's obvious they were meant to be, right? That's what this whole new law is about. The person you're paired with, you're destined to be with." He said, shrugging. He ordered himself a monster cheeseburger with a side of french fries and a cola. 

He sipped on his dark cola when their waiter brought their drinks over. He gave Alice his charming half-smile when she asked what he did for a living. "I coach professional Quidditch." He replied, obviously very proud of his job title. He didn't brag or boast, but it was something he was extremely proud of himself for accomplishing. It wasn't terribly long after they ordered that their waiter brought out their food, placing Oliver's burger and fries in front of him and Alice's soup and breadsticks in front of her. Oliver thanked their waiter and squirted some ketchup on his plate, beginning to eat his food. 

"I assume you went to Hogwarts? Obviously. What house were you in? When did you graduate?" He asked between bites of his gigantic cheeseburger, swallowing bites down with his cola.

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Eva still couldn't hardly believe what she heard. Her eyes were glued on the beautiful garden she was standing in. Everything around her was so lush, so green, so beautiful, and so alive. Had Draco Malfoy really done this? The O-shape of her mouth turned to a small smile. But this could have just as easily all been an act, right? He could be doing this to just [i]make himself look good[/i]. [i]"And you'd be a stupid, very stupid girl, for falling that easily for his act."[/i] The little voice inside her head told her, almost as if it was mocking her. She mentally told herself to shut-up and pushed all those negative thoughts out of her mind. 

She sat down at a patio table, an umbrella blocking out the sun's rays. She took a small sip of her tea, but no matter how hard she tried she just could not, and she meant COULD NOT, take her eyes off the man she was sitting so close to. Draco Malfoy, once a follower of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (like it mattered anymore), was now training to be a healer? He had taken lives, right? Eva didn't know a bunch of the war, only what she heard. She quickly took her eyes of Draco, realizing she had been staring too long.

Had he noticed? Her cheeks burned a bright shade of red as she kept her eyes downcast, slowly sipping on her tea, listening to her parents converse with Draco's mother.