Oliver looked suitably puzzled by the information. He hadn't exactly been aware that signals were being sent via clothes. Possibly a girl-thing, he mused and moved on to things that made more sense to him. Not that it got any better as Alicia attempted to explain the whole "easy" part.
Oliver bit his bottom lip thoughtfully. "So you're saying that there are people in this school who look at your clothes, jump to conclusions but don't say it. They make a move or start to, you refuse and then they figure you have something with either the twins or myself?" Oliver sighed deeply and pinched his nose. "See? This sort of complicated crap is the reason I don't date. All this assuming and sending signals and interpreting them and offending people if you interpret them the wrong way. It's just insane."
With these words Oliver grabbed his sandwich again and finally finished it off. "I'm so glad Valentine's Day is only once a year," he said, chewing thoughtfully. "All this fuss and all this pink!" Which reminded him of a far more welcome topic: Quidditch.
"I reckon the Quiberon Quafflepunchers only keep winning because everyone is staring at their robes in horror. Perfect means of distraction..." Oliver trailed off, a Quidditch strategy forming in his mind. He wouldn't stoop as low as to use pink but distraction - that concept had possibilities!