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Lily Lupin 
"Oh, I'll see you around more this year, then." She said, liking that she was getting to know all these people that were in her year. Natasha laughed softly at his question. "No, not yet." She grinned.
Ok good she didn't have a boyfriend.
"Well maybe that will change," he added slowly.
"Yeah that's good because I don't have a girlfriend you know." He finally drained his glass of juice he refilled it with his wand. It was one of the first things he learned how to do. His mother wasn't the best cook and sometimes you had to wash down her Ghanaian concoctions with juice just to keep a straight face.
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noodles He smiled a little at the mention of Paris and his Dad – it was true. The girl could do no wrong in Emmanuel's eyes. His affections usually shown in the form of money and indulgences. Like, as if she didn't get that from her own mother. Paris was a sneaky one and Oliver had to admit, he liked her style.
The news that Nathan knew was weird to say the least. Oliver looked at Dillon, puzzled. But... eh? It didn't quite add up somehow. He raised his eyebrows but merely nodded choosing to bite his tongue.
He took another large swig of orange juice. “MIT? I always thought you two were inseparable.” He chuckled a little. “Twins are like that aren't they? Like they've got some weird telepathic connection going on? Like.. can you tell what he's thinking right now?”
Oliver frowned at this news, as well as at Dillon's change in attitude. He had seen his brother only a week ago, before he left for school and the man was pretty much living the grand ol' bachelors life. A single man with only a minature owl for company. Even Oliver felt a little bad for him. “Wait. Lets rewind here just a sec.” He said doing a twirly thing with his finger. “They ARE back together? That must have happened fast.” He took a moment to study the food on offer and looked back at Dillon and smiled, raising an eyebrow. “Your mum must have worked some mega mojo there. Is he home? Finally moved out of the Leaky Cauldron?” All innocent, albeit tactless questions.
He served himself some bacon and eggs and reached out to grab the ketchup.
He didn't really feel like talking about JoJo right now, but it seemed Oliver was as dense about people as Diggy was about girls.
"JoJo wants to work for NASA making rockets or something." Diggy said simply.
"We took some genius tests or something and we scored really high." Diggy shrugged he didn't care about stuff like that. JoJo did. Dillon was offered a place at MIT as well but he didn't care to go but he wasn't going to keep JoJo from doing what he had dreamed about. After all he was going to Hogwarts so he could work for his grandfather.
"I don't care about stuff like that. But Jo really wanted to go." It had been a hard split for both of them. But as much as they looked alike they were different people and each wanted something different and each was willing to let his twin go after their dream.
He turned to look at Oliver. That was a stupid question. They didn't have a telepathic link, though they did share that special connection that most identical twins shared. Like his aunt Irish and Ireland. Not that Diggy and JoJo were as bad as them. They could finish each other sentences and their children called them both mother regardless of who was really there birth mother.
"No I don't know what he's thinking," he told him.
Diggy didn't understand anything Oliver was saying. His mother and father never split as far as he knew and they were always together as well.
"They have always been together." he shot back, he didn't like what Oliver was trying to say.
"My dad loves my mom more than anything and she wouldn't need to work any thing on him. So you just shut up about them." he said his voice rising. He loved Oliver, but not enough to let him brandy about talking about his family like that. He was working himself up to a good frenzy that was going to end with him on top of Oliver and turning him into the first insect that popped into his head.
No one talked about his mom and dad like that.
The color drained from Diggy's face when he saw Oliver reaching for the ketchup. He hated ketchup because he was deathly afraid of tomatoes. He scooted away from Oliver not wanting to be anywhere near that stuff.