Oh ho ho! This chick was a funny one. Oliver smirked at her and her very sarcastic response. “You then, are a freak.” He replied. Slytherins hanging around in a darkened alley way? Oh how the other houses would gossip.. 'sept Oliver and Trixie were not your run of the mill evil Slytherin types were they? Yes, they were both ambitious and determined and sarcastic and possibly even a little bit obnoxious, but neither of then were hardly your next Lord Voldemort. heh. What a ruddy awful reputation the Greens had.

Her admission to being lost was sort of endearing to Oliver and the cutting remark he had on the tip of his silver tongue was forgotten and he smiled instead. “Look.. you're going the wrong way.” He said gently and gestured the way he had just come. Dancing? Heh. “Yeah.” He said flatly. “I was coming along here so no one would see me in my tap shoes.” Bahahaha! Oliver Greenwood in tap shoes? Errrh.. not gonna happen. So why was he here in this dodgy looking alley? Erm.. “No.. I sorta got lost in my thoughts and lost my bearings a little.” No. he was not lost. “So..ya fancy a butterbeer?” He asked the girl, stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets and nodded back towards the Hogs Head. Company – that's what he needed and then he would have no fear of going inside.