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Danika smiled. She already knew which House was which color. Not that something like that will require much of her time, really, there were only four. And the one she was in sort of shared her own color.
Diggy? "Is 'Diggy' short for something?" she asked, the 'Greenwood' sounded slightly familiar, though. "It is nice to meet you too" she nodded, her arms crossed as she waited for the answer she was expecting, only he said something about NASCAR? "NASCAR? And vhat is that?" oh, please, don't let this be another nonsensical non-magical descendant.
The girl wasn't precisely pleased to hear someone else had her name. It was too common, and she didn't like it much for that reason.
Oh, the answer. Halloween, yes. Masterson, she'd heard of him from Cedric, only Cedric forgot to mention...he was a Professor? Really? The Hufflepuff boy was under the impression that Masterson was not a Professor, at least that's what he told her. "This Masterson, vhat does he teach?" she only knew he was the yellow ones Head of House, nothing else.
The girl smiled briefly, "Only vhen summer hits" a relatively small nod could be seen, "Vut it is not the same as this" she gestured towards Hogwarts' little grounds.
"Tell me, have you met Vladimir?" she was particularly curious about it, and decided to ask the boy. Eyes on Diggy.
He nodded sheepishly,
"My name is Dillon, but everyone calls me Diggy. I'm not sure why, its a nickname my aunt Irish gave me." he told her. And to ask Irish all she would say was 'It fit.' But the name stuck. "Oh
um NASCAR is something in the States. They drive cars around a track going really fast to see who crosses the finish line first," It was hard to explain something like that to a wizard.
It was a pretty sights standing there at the edge of the pumpkin patch. Some of the pumpkins were as big as tires and some could fit in the palm of his hand.
"Oh I'm guessing it gets really cold where Durmstrang is huh?" and thats why they wouldn't have a garden later in the year like they did.
"Oh Masteron is the groundskeeper. He usually has something really cool planned for us. Like a treehouse or a playground or something." he shrugged.
He was running his small brown hand over the smooth surface of the plump pumpkin.
"Yeah I met him at the Opening Feast. He's a really big guy, but is he that serious all the time?" he asked her turning around to find her staring at him.