Originally Posted by Tomasina Riddle

"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.