Emma's eyes went wide as he caught her and let her go almost as quickly. A bright flush stained her cheeks and neck and she bit her lip, expression rueful. "Oi, no, bludger's fine. Likely the better description, the way I go. Used to barrel into people in the Ministry when I was there, yeah? I don't--" Her voice trailed off, her fingers flickering through the air next to her head. "Don't think, yeah? I'm blunt."
Which was such a part of herself that she just had to accept it, because really, there was nothing she could do about it. She was never going to be the sort of girl who'd go out and be all giggly and cute and proper. But it looked like she'd bothered Oliver, and she regretted that. She reached out rubbing his shoulder. "I'll try to tone it down so I don't embarrass you, yeah? Or run you over. You'd be surprised just how good I am at that, even small as I am." She grinned, although the flush hadn't faded one bit from her skin.