Oliver grinned. Trix always had an answer didn't she? Much like someone else sitting in the Hogs Head right now. But what she said made no sense whatsoever. “You're telling me I sound like a mouse with Tonsillitis?” Smirky smirk. But, wait? He sounded like a GIRL? What!? He gave her a look. Oliver did NOT sound like a girrrl. He had manly tones. M-A-N-L-Y. Pffft.

He stared at Trixie for a moment, slack jawed. She had never heard of Coke? Um.. “I'm really gonna have to show you some of the Muggle world in the summer holiday aren't I?” He raised his eyebrows. He was SO taking her into London for a day.

Right about what? Was she serious or being deliberately obtuse? He ignored her – he HAD been copying her... but he smirked when she told him not to make fun of her. “Um.. pot kettle black?” If she could make fun of his voice, he could rip it out of her as well. Mwahaha!

No cockroaches. Gottit. Hehe! He stood and nodded when she asked for a pumpkin juice and slunk off to the bar. He returned a few moments later with their drinks. “They had coke!" He said excitedly. So coming to the Hog's Head hadn't been the worst idea Trixie had ever had. “Wanna taste?” He waved the glass under her nose and plonked himself back in his seat.

He watched the chick rummage around in her bag and pull out an envelope. For Christmas? For HIM!? Oh no.. “Trixie, you didn't have to...” He said but he had already taken the envelope and was busy prising it open with his long fingers.

Crap. Now this meant he had to get HER something too.