 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Where Oliver was usually a cocky self assured git, he knew when to tone it down.. and now was one of those moments. He reached over the table and grabbed the jug of orange juice and pulled it towards him as he listened to his nephew, smirking at the younger lad's term for his height.
The Uncle thing was weird for Oliver – Dillon felt more like a cousin, not only because they were near the same age but he was only half related to the boy.
He smiled a little – a genuine smile and not the amused one he normally had plastered across his face. "I had to leave Durmstrang and this was my dad's second second choice of school." He shrugged as if to say 'no biggie'.
“When did you get back? Are you... you know, alone?” Oliver felt thoroughly awkward. Like he was intruding on something that didn't concern him.
He poured a juice and took a sip to hide this unusual discomfort.
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