The film was good. Oliver didn't know much about Batman, but he'd enjoyed it. It was one of the most intense Muggle films he'd ever seen. Looking at the screen had been like looking through a window. It was stunning. And seeing Emma excited about it was enjoyable, too. He loved hearing people talk about the things that made them excited. He had a feeling if he got her talking about the kind of work she liked to do, she'd be as passionate as he was about Quidditch.
"It was pretty brill—" but then she tugged on his hand and he barely had time to blink before he had to start walking. She might tug off his arm if he didn't keep up. He laughed as he took a few long steps to catch up. "Well I like a good pub," he admitted, following alongside her easily.