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Lily Lupin 
"Do I get your name?" Natasha asked, giving him a proper smile. She was not always like this, but it was fun. She drank from her glass, looking away from him for a moment to take a glance around the hall.
He quickly wiped the juice off his face replacing his Greenwood smile.
"The name's Dillon Greenwood. A pretty girl such as yourself can call me Diggy though," he winked at her. He was laying it on thick but he was 14 give him a break. He wasn't the Casanova he thought he was.
"And what can I call you?" he asked smoothly trying to draw her attention back to him.
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noodles 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.
A eyebrow raised at Oliver's mention of his dad. IT was well known that Grandpa Greenwood didn't like anything pertaining to muggles and Hogwarts was at the top of his list, but in hi old age some of his vigor had subsided, and Paris had soften the big guy right on up.
"Well we are glad to have you." he smiled. It was good to have family near.
"Does dad know you're here?" he asked moving down the bench to make room for his uncle.
He shrugged, it was a sore spot for the whole family to talk about his sisters that were stillborn. It nearly broke his mother and he was a fierce defender of his mother. And he didn't trust himself to answer anything pertaining to them without getting chocked up. JoJo was the crier, not him.
"No we're all back," he said looking the wind beneath his cocky exterior. He suddenly found something very interesting on his robes as he tried to hid the emotions written on his face.