"Oh, we can walk and talk, aye?" He grinned at her, sliding his hands into his trouser pockets. Emma was down to earth, didn't try to impress him by pretending to like Quidditch. She just acted like herself, and enjoyed Oliver for what he was outside of Quidditch. While some thought that wasn't much, Oliver enjoyed people treating him like he had more layers than a bludger.
"You interrupted," he teased, elbowing her arm gently. "But I dinna have that much to say about the movie. It was bloody brill, but I dinna know it like y'do." He shrugged. "But y'said the lead bloke's Welsh, aye?" Oliver thought that was rather interesting. "Does a pretty good American accent, but then again, I dinna know many Americans."