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Lily Lupin 
"Okay then, Diggy it is." Natasha said looking back at him, smiling at the way he acted, it was kind of amusing. "Natasha Lovato, but Nattie or Tasha would be fine." She answered.
He pulled himself up a little bit at her smile. It was a really nice smile Diggy thought, and then he felt the sudden burn creeping up his cheeks. He took a gulp of his juice to mask it.
"Natasha," he said. He didn't want to call her Nattie or Tasha, that's what everyone calls her and he wanted to be special.
"So um what year are you," he asked casually as he piled more food onto his plate.
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noodles “Thanks.” Oliver replied. “It's good to be here.” Really it was. Hogwarts was a breath of fresh air compared to the stagnant, regimented way of doing things at Durmstrang. He shook his head. “No. I don't think my dad's told anyone.” Cos he was ashamed that his son had been kicked out? Or because it was Oliver and he was only considered as half a son. Probaly the latter. Oliver failed to make his father proud even when he was doing well at school and keeping his nose clean... so what was the point? “Does my brother know you're here?” He frowned.
He watched the boy, unaware of his change in emotions. “Where's Joseph?” he looked around as if expecting to see him. The two were never apart. It was weird seeing Dillon alone right now. “Are your mum and dad back together?” twenty questions but Oliver had never been the most perceptive of people.
"The best way to deal with Grandpa is to send Paris in before to butter him up," Diggy told him. He caught on to that trick a few years ago. For some reason Grandpa Greenwood loved Paris more than anything in the world, sure he loved all of his grandchildren, but Paris was his favorite. And of course being the princess that she was she lorded it over everyone.
Diggy looked at his uncle sensing he wanted to say something more, but Dillon wasn't the prying type. No wait, he didn't pry into people's emotions, but he would pry into a locked diary under his sister's mattress. Or a locked room in a school building. Those things he would pry into with gusto.
"Of course Dad knows I'm here." he told him matter of factly. That was a silly question right there he thought.
He flinched at the sound of his twins name. He felt the pull in his chest. He felt like he was missing half of himself without JoJo around. They had never been apart.
"Oh um," he started and found his voice had risen an octave.
"He's um at MIT," he said softly. Him and JoJo had been sending so many owls back in forth that their mom had to retire poor Goliath before they killed the tiny thing. He looked up sharply at Oliver's question.
"Of course they are." he said the acid dripping in his voice. Oliver was treading on thin ice suggesting that Diggy's mother and father would be anything but happily married and in love with each other.