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Oliver smiled drowsily at the boy and his crup and nodded. “Nah. I agree. No need to cause the poor thing pain if you don't live near muggles. The Ministry are too strict about some things.” He watched the wee thing. They seemed to make nice faithful pets to wizards. “What's his name?” He asked looking back at the boy.
Oliver was completely oblivious to Diggy starting to move to.. punch his lights out? o.O Eh? He hadn't actually done anything to warrant such an overreaction. He covered his mouth as he yawned again and stared up at the ceiling finding shapes in the cracks like he was looking up at the cloudy sky. He traced the lines of a shape that looked disturbingly like his dad. He crinkled his nose. Couldn't even escape the man at Hogwarts. He averted his eyes from it, choosing instead to look at his snot green curtains. Man, he felt so fatigued right now. His whole body was aching with tiredness but he was so worked up after Quidditch that he wasn't sure his mind was going to allow him to sleep...
He looked over at Diggy when he spoke up again and raised his eyebrows when he saw the aggressive look on the lad's face.. and the angry body language.
Blink.
Blink.
Bewilderment.
“Alright. Calm down, Midget Boy.” He said with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. “I was just teasing you.” What was wrong with all the kids in this school? He groaned and looked away from the ranting boy. Didn't he just apologise? Didn't he? “Could have just left you on the floor in the Great Hall.” He mumbled. But no, Oliver struggled under the boys weight as he assisted him to the hospital wing and Oliver HATED hospitals! He stared at the small boy when he said he was going to tell his grandpa. Oliver's dad. He shook his head. “I apologised. What more do you want me to say?” He asked flatly. It upset him that Diggy would use that. He knew how he and Emmanuel didn't see eye to eye. Dillon was like his sister, Paris – spoilt and indulged. They had everything they could ever want handed to them on a golden plate.
He swung his long legs over the side of the bed and stumbled to his feet, his head aching with the sudden rush of blood. Normally he wouldn't let such things get to him but he was tired.. and stressed. “I think.. I think I need some air.” he mumbled and stumbled out of the common room clutching the side of his aching head.
If there was one thing that fired up a Greenwood it was a crack about their height. All of them were short, well except for Lucas, the boy was over 6 feet tall and no one knew way. Diggy was taller than his mom and both his sisters at 5 ft 4 inches tall.
"Don't call me midget if you like your nose where it is," he told him hotly. He wasn't short, he was average height for a 13 year old girl. He wanted Oliver to say a lot of things, or rather not say a lot of things, but he was already too mad to string together a witty comeback so he just looked at him.
Well crup. He had chased Oliver away, a part of him wanted to smile and lean back, but that's what Paris would have done, man why did he have a lot of her tendencies? But Diggy wasn't mean spirited like that and watching Oliver walk out of the room made him feel like crud. His shoulders slumped and suddenly he didn't want to talk about superheroes anymore. He sighed and went to go after Oliver and apologize. He didn't want the guy mad at him, and he really wouldn't have tattled on Oliver, he just wanted him to stop making fun of him about the tomato thing. It was a sore spot for him, and everyone but Oliver seemed to know that. He grabbed his hoodie and headed out to follow Oliver and explain himself.
"Be back," he told Dylan.