Oliver's eyes darted instinctively to the little flitting motion her hands made near her head. Definitely a Snitch. He'd expected her to be offended by his comparison. He tended to compare too much to Quidditch, and most girls would have walked away at that comment. Normally he kept him mouth under check in front of new people, but Emma's energy begged him to speak his mind more.
And she didn't seem offended at all. Actually, she seemed to be apologizing? Rubbing his shoulder and grinning and flushing all at once.
"No—what?" Oliver was confused. "You're not embarassin' me any," he said. "Just figured you'd be offended I compared you to a Bludger." Oliver cleared his throat, not liking the way he sounded just then. "But yer not, really. Definitely a Snitch. Shiny and all. Energetic. Bludger's are knocked about by people, but you— well, ye're the kinda person I think makes people chase her about." Oliver really flushed then.
"Maybe we should head inside. S'warm out here to you?"