"My name isn't crazy," Arran objected, though he was smiling as he said it. He was aware that he was biased, because it was his name and he'd had it all his life. Aaron was a different name, and maybe it was more common, but they sounded different and Arran didn't really understand why people got them confused so easily. "None of our names are crazy." Celia wasn't that strange, was it? And Charlotte and Oliver were certainly good, common names that no one ought to trip up over. "They call Oliver Olivia sometimes," he said, in case Lindsey didn't follow the quidditch news so carefully as to know that. Personally, Arran thought that was probably the fault of dictation quills, but it still made him laugh.
He shook his head very firmly over the idea Lydia could be a disappointment. "Coming from a whole big family of Gryffindors myself, I'm sure they're happy to have someone a little different around." Of course, the Woods were nothing compared to the Weasleys. Neither Leo nor Evelyn had been Gryffindors. He 'oooh'ed excitedly when she revealed she'd been cliff diving. "Was it amazing? How high was the cliff? Did it feel like flying?"
Laughing, Arran patted Lydia's hand on his arm. "I don't think so," he assured her. Sure, maybe the muggled who'd been around at the time the priest and witch were supposed to have lived believed it, but now Arran figured most people probably didn't. "Muggles don't even believe in ghosts nowadays," he pointed out, "and we know those are real. It's just a way to get money in, I think. It makes the cave slightly more interesting than a cave that doesn't have a witch turned into stone in it."