Well, hello. ‘M Oliver, Oliver Wood. What’s brought you down to the pitch?
Uh, hello.. *He looks to him, wrinkling his nose*
You have nice grass.*He shrugs his shoulders* I don’t know. I’m Toothless, though.
You’re… Toothless? ‘M just gonna assume that’s a name for me to call you and not you saying you’re toothless. S’nice to meet ya, mate.
No… It is my name. *He nods his head* S’not just something you can call me. It’s nice to meet you too.
Technically it is just something I can call you, that’s what a name is. But anyways, I like yours, it’s… odd. Do you know why you were named Toothless?
Ah, but it’s not a name. It’s the name.
And of course I do! *He stares at him, brows furrowing* ..Why?
True, but I could be saying that about my name. They can’t all be the name.
I was just wondering, mate. S’not often you run into someone with a name like that.