Ask the egotistical Slytherin a question like that and of course he's going to agree. It was a given really, even if asked sarcastically. “So I've been told.” He nodded and shrugged.

He looked back in the direction he'd come. “Well considering I came along that way from the main street then, yeah, I'd say you were heading the wrong way.” He smiled when she agreed and not one of those 'HA HA I'M RIGHT' smiles either – just a nice normal smile at the girl with the memory loss who was going the wrong way. “C'mon.” He said taking her arm and guiding her towards the main street.

“I wasn't making fun of it.” He said genuinely, his eyebrows raised and the faintest hint of protest in his tone. “I jus' don't think my reputation could handle me being seen in a pair of tap shoes.” He laughed. “But it's obviously a real skill. I'd love to see your moves sometime, Trix.” Because, lets face it, Oliver was ok at dancing... he could ballroom dance and mimic his hero Micky Jackson, but he could never do the sort of stuff Trixie did. She was a trained dancer fer Merlin's sake!

He grinned at the question. “He might have done. He was too busy thinking about...” Crazy barkeepers and attacking his friends. “...Quidditch.”

They were getting closer to the main street. Maybe the Hogshead wasn't a good idea today. “Three Broomsticks?”