Oliver Wood sounded a little tired. He leaned back lazily in his seat.
"Wizet, do you have any plans for tonight? If not, why don't we find somewhere to have a meal?"
"Then I'll have to discuss it with them..." Wizet said. "I haven't had the chance to tell you yet, but Harry and the others are at the park too. We just haven't gone on the same attractions."
"That's wonderful! So they're all here having fun!" Wood's eyes lit up, excitement flashing across his face.
"It's normal to enjoy whatever you want to ride. I think... Fred and George would definitely like roller coasters too!"
Wizet nodded. "Yeah! They mentioned you yesterday and said you'd probably like roller coasters too."
"What a coincidence!" Wood laughed heartily. "What do you think Muggles were thinking? How are they so clever that they came up with something like this?"
"Right! How many of you came, anyway?" He had already held up two fingers. "You and Luna... and Fred, George, Harry..."
"Ron and the others came too," Wizet said. "Altogether, there are more than ten of us."
"That really is a lot of people!" Wood rubbed the back of his neck, the corners of his mouth lifting as his voice became lighter. "Right! What are your plans afterward? Want to come watch our match?"
Wizet asked in confusion, "A match? Professional Quidditch in France?"
As far as he knew, the North American Quidditch League had ended last month and was now in its offseason.
"Speaking of professional Quidditch!" Wood explained, "We actually just finished the finals last month!"
"The Fitchburg Finches were just too strong! We were still one step short and lost to them in the finals!"
"Joseph was so close to touching the ball! Merlin's beard! I was even replaying that