Hugo Weasley had a loud family. He was one of the few quiet ones. He was always there but he rarely interjected. If he did, not many people would hear him.

He was currently sitting in one of the magically expanded bedrooms in the Burrow with many of his cousins and their family friends. One of those family friends was Joey Lee. Joey was Fred's best friend and partner in crime. Hugo was instantly weary of him. Everyone else seemed to adore Joey. Hugo figured it was because Joey's volume level fit in more with the clan of Weasley's than his own.

Like Fred, Joey was able to command a room's attention. Especially now as they told spooky stories to the room.

"And so it's told Albus Dumbledore's still can be heard stomping around the Hog's Head." Fred finished. Some of the younger kids were scared, the older ones started to laugh hysterically. Lucy started to cry and James was coughing from laughing so hard.

"And legend has it Remus Lupin is planting flowers around the whomping willow." Hugo murmerd the joke quietly to himself.

"What was that, baby's breath?" Joey said over the commotion, looking right into Hugo's hazel eyes. Baby's breath. What a stupid nickname. Speaking softly did not equate to being as fragile as everyone's makes him out to be.

But Hugo couldn't help but notice that Joey seemed to be the only one who noticed him in a garden of sunflowers and snapdragons and marigolds where he was merely a gypsophila.