He glanced down at their hands. Natasha's fingers were longer than Diggy's, well she was taller then he was as well, but Diggy didn't care. Most people were and like everyone else in his family save his brother Lucas and his father he would have to get used to that. The contrast between their skin tones was beautiful to Diggy, just like his mother and father's. Where his hand looked like molded carmel, Natasha's hand looked like poured cream. He was really going to have to talk to his dad whenever he got the chance. He had never before in his life experienced any of the feelings that were coursing through his little body right now. He liked it.

He nodded when she answered his question. It was a shame that she didn't speak any other languages. "I speak Arabic and Japanese," he told her. After all he did go to primary school in Egypt. He would have finished up school there but him mom pulled all of them out of that school. "I learned Arabic because thats what we spoke at my old school and I learned Japanese because I love kung fu movies and Samurais. My family has a muggle obsession," he told her in case she didn't know what kung fu and samurais were. Which most wizards didn't. "Are you a pureblood?" He didn't care either way, but he might as well know if she had that pureblood mania now before he was totally in love with her.

It didn't seem that they were in sort of hurry to get to the common room. Diggy knew it would be busy and everyone would still be awake and frankly he didn't want to have to compete for Natasha's attention.