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Oliver was still on his feet and waving his arms about excitedly as Diggy crept into the stands and moved to sit beside him. He didn't see him until he sat down. He grinned. “KETCHUP BOY!” He yelled excitedly at the poor lad. “Hows things?” He moved to hug him. Oh he was a bit hyper after all that shouting and flailing. “Who you supporting, mate?”
He wouldn't take offence to the ketchup thing, right? Not now. Cos it was aaages ago. And it was said completely light heartedly like the way he called Miranda Rodent Girl. Affection it was. Really.
He turned back to Violet on his other side, waving his hand dismissively, like waving off a pesky insect at her words of failure. He didn't mean it to be rude, more like a 'meh.. what does it matter now?' kinda gesture.
“Oh thanks.” He smiled. “Violet's pretty cool too.” Puuuuuurple. Heh. His head snapped up at her words and he shook his head. Oh no. She was not. “No. Just, like, a really good friend.” He nodded. Friends. Yep. Friends. Good good friendssss.
He had to duck around Oliver's skinny arms flailing about like he was utterly confunded. He just managed to get under his arms before Oliver jumped up shouting again. Diggy smiled it was a nice atmosphere in the stands and he had to admit he did like a good Quidditch game. He raised an eyebrow at Oliver's nickname for him.
"Fine as long as you keep that stuff away from me." he told his uncle lightly. He knew Oliver was trying to embarrass him, but still it stung a bit. But he choose to put him in the same category as Paris. Sometime she said things not to be mean, well not totally, but that was just the way she was. And he still loved her, she kept him from going soft.
"Well I guess I here to support Hufflepuff!" he shouted over the other people screaming.