Dylan and Lenora
Last year he'd been here, he'd almost ended up in bed with Patrick, but stood him up to chase after Riddle with Jamie. It was strange when he thought about it like that, walking around in a setting that looked almost identical, but in a situation so vastly different.
His father wasn't here this year, which was a first. He'd be off flirting with someone or another by now and he would at once think it was embarrassing that he'd never stop and be slightly impressed that he could still have almost anyone he wanted as his age. He'd used to think he'd end up the same way, but here he was, in a relationship. It was so different from what he'd expected, and he actually missed having Cass around. Now wasn't that a strange thing in itself?
In spite of his thoughts, he was having a good time. He'd spoken friends he hadn't seen since the war started, and some he saw more often, so by the time he came across a very familiar face he was smiling brightly. He didn't even hesitate to say hi, even if she'd have no clue who he was. "Hi," he said, sounding as if he'd known her forever. "Sorry, you don't know me," he added sheepishly. "Dylan Vaisey," he said extending his hand. "I was glad to hear you returned to the game." He'd always enjoyed watching or hearing the Magpies play, they had a style he quite enjoyed.