"Och, creatures?" Oliver gave a grin, listening with interest. He'd liked his creatures classes, to be sure–especially his lat year, when Hagrid had started teaching. Oliver cocked his head at her mention of George potentially breeding wee beasties.
"Y'mean other than his own wee beastie?" Oliver teased. Oliver gave her a wink. "I think a menagerie could be a good move for George. I'm assumin' you'd be in charge of the critters, tho, aye? Dinnaken if George has ever really had a pet."
"I'll that in mind, Emma Dobbs. Dinna think anyone would mess with me with you about." That was in tease, but a bit of seriousness. She was a tough girl if she worked for Georgie—explosions, hyper kids. She seemed capable of herself, if not a bit small.
"It's what it is. I love Quidditch, and a few chats with fans now and again isn't gonna make me stop playing." He gave her a reassuring smile. "And if it gets to bad, I get a Muggleborn friend to take me somewhere non-wizarding. Then no one knows me, problem solved."