He's standing right there, too tall when he should be in the back, and Oliver can hear the game, but he can't--

"He's in my way," Oliver informs Percy, loudly, and Percy claps a hand over his mouth and says to be quiet, and Oliver wants to stomp on Percy's well-behaved foot.

He's even a second year, and it's ridiculous, really, and Oliver should just say something, except when Oliver puts a hand on his arm, he turns, and oh.

Dark eyes, and Oliver doesn't even know the color, but they're dark, and the eyes aren't lips but they smirk.