"You're an idiot, you know that?" Ginny said jokingly as she handed Calvin, who was now sitting on her bed in her room a towel to wipe his nose.
"I still say I'm misunderstood," Calvin said with a shrug, wiping the blood off his nose.
Ginny simply rolled her eyes and snickered, sitting down next to him on the bed.
"Sorry for the strange arrival by the way," she said apologetically. "I tried to convince my dad to come up with a less y'know, frankly stupid way to help you out, but when my dad has his mind set to something, there's no changing it."
"I'll live," Calvin said with a shrug, dabbing at his nose. "At least I will until my parents find me. Hope your mom does a good job convincing them."
"I'm sure she'll do fine," Ginny said with a chuckle. "Once she brings up the fact that untrained magic has been known to kill people I'm sure your parents will be happy to have you go to Hogwarts."
"Seriously?" Calvin asked, his eyes wide. "That's disturbing, I love it!"
Ginny snickered and shook her head.
A moment later, there was the sound of creaking coming from the stairs outside the door, indicating that many people were rushing down them at once.
"Anyway," she said, standing up from the bed. "Breakfast should be ready any minute. Let's head down."
As they exited the bathroom, they could hear voices and smell the aroma of breakfast food coming from downstairs.
"Ah, there you two are!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed as Calvin and Ginny stepped into the kitchen, stepping away from an old fashioned stove. "I thought I'd have to come find you!"
Calvin stared in awe at the kitchen, which he didn't get a chance to see when he came through the fireplace. In the middle of the room was a long table covered in numerous breakfast foods, where Mr. Weasley, Ron, Hobbes, and Fred and George all sat on mismatched chairs. In the sink, there was a floating brush washing a pan by itself, and there was a levitating tea kettle moving slowly around the table, refilling all cups it deemed to be empty. This however, seemed to be rather unreliable as Calvin watched as it proceeded to pour steaming hot tea into Ron's already full cup, causing it to overflow onto Ron's hand.
Ron swore and swung a fist at the kettle, which he narrowly missed, causing the twins to begin laughing their heads off.
"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, glaring at him.
"It's not my fault, Mum!" Ron pleaded, gesturing to the kettle. "The thing's a menace!"
Mrs. Weasley simply sighed and gestured for Calvin and Ginny to find a seat.
Calvin sat himself in between Hobbes and one of the twins, while Ginny sat across from him, scooping an egg onto her plate.
"What were you doing with Ginny, huh?" Hobbes whispered into Calvin's ear, winking profusely.
"Shut your trap," Calvin growled, sticking his fork into a link of sausage and taking a bite out of it.
Hobbes simply rolled his eyes and patted Calvin on the shoulder.
At that moment, Percy Weasley entered the room, his hair combed disgustingly neat and a smug smile on his face. He also wore some kind of badge, which he was puffing out his chest to display, and seemed to have an aura of superiority about him.
"Good morning, Family," Percy said in the same way a king would address his subjects.
"What's up with him?" Calvin whispered to Fred. "He seems even more pompous than usual, and I didn't even know that was possible."
"Percy here got elected 'Head Boy,'" Fred whispered back, sounding as disgusted as Calvin had ever heard him.
"Hasn't shut up about it all summer," George hissed. "If Mum wasn't so proud of him, we would've buried the stupid badge in the front yard!"
Calvin snickered and shook his head. He had missed the twins's antics.
"Oh Hello Watterson," Percy said as he sat down next to Ginny, regarding Calvin with a look of disapproval. "And er… Hobbes."
Hobbes waved timidly, and an evil grin spread across Calvin's face.
"How's the nose, Perce?" Calvin asked with a snicker.
Percy turned pink and gritted his teeth, looking down to his food and shutting up.
"Did you have something to do with that?" Fred asked, grinning at Calvin. "He's been trying to re-straighten it all summer!"
"Trying and failing multiple times," added George. "One time he ended up inflating it to the size of a bludger!"
"George…" Percy growled, glaring up at the twins.
"Oh lighten up would you?" George exclaimed with a grin.
"Like your nose when you turned it into a candle!" Added Fred.
The twins immediately burst into laughter, and Percy somehow turned even redder. He massaged his temples and a vein on his forehead began to bulge.
"I'm surprised living with you guys hasn't caused him to explode!" Calvin laughed.
"Oh we've tried!" George exclaimed.
"Mum keeps stopping us though," Fred added sadly.
Calvin simply snickered and turned back to his food.
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"So what do you guys do for fun around here?" Calvin asked as he, Hobbes, and Ginny left the kitchen.
Ginny shrugged.
"Nothing specific," she said. "Have you ever played Quidditch?"
Calvin shook his head.
"Organized sports haven't really appealed to me," he said with a shrug. "People get kind of… er… weird about them."
"What was Calvinball then?" Ginny asked, looking curiously at him.
"You see," Hobbes said. "Calvin doesn't like organized sports, and Calvinball is the complete opposite of organized."
"I see…" Ginny said, giving Calvin and Hobbes each an odd look. "But you simply have to try quidditch. You were pretty fair at flying class last year!"
Calvin shrugged.
"So I can fly a broom," he said with a smirk. "Doesn't mean I'll be any good with the Quidditch part."
"Oh just give it a chance!" Ginny said with a grin. "You might end up enjoying it!"
Calvin turned to Hobbes, who grinned and nodded, before turning back to Ginny.
"Aw what the heck," he said with a grin. "Lead the way!"
Ginny first went to grab Ron, Fred, and George, and then she led them out the front door of the house and to a shed that sat at the right of the dirt path that led up to the house.
"Here, hold this," Ginny said as she handed Calvin a leather trunk, which looked like a more beat up version of the trunk that held the Quidditch balls at Hogwarts.
Calvin took it with a grunt and stepped back.
The shed in which they stood was dark, and filled with many peculiar items. In particular, Calvin noticed a rubber duck on one of the workbenches with a piece of paper lying next to it, a sketch of the duck drawn on it, and under the sketch, "What does it do?" was written in bold lettering.
"You can use Percy's broom," Ron said as he picked up a pile of brooms that leaned against the corner of the shed. "He never uses it. He says he 'doesn't understand the point' of Quidditch."
Ron said this last part with venom in his voice.
"He just says that because it's not something he can win by being a complete suck up," said Fred with a snicker.
"Or by snitching on people!" George added.
Calvin simply chuckled and the group made their way out of the shed.
The Weasleys led Calvin and Hobbes around the back of The Burrow, where there was a small field with three beaten up looking golden hoops on both sides of the field.
"You guys have a whole Quidditch field in your backyard?" Hobbes exclaimed, gaping at the golden hoops.
"And my mom won't even let me turn our backyard into a permanent Calvinball field," Calvin grumbled, crossing his arms.
Ginny snickered and shook her head.
"Dad built it when I was really little," she said. "It was definitely a good investment of time."
"I'll say!" Ron exclaimed, "I call keeper, what positions are you guys playing?"
"Beaters of course!" The twins exclaimed synchronously.
"You want to play seeker or chaser?" Ginny asked, turning to Calvin.
Calvin pondered this for a second, remembering that seekers get all the glory, but also remembering that they have to catch the snitch, a tiny golden ball. This made Calvin shudder, as it reminded him a bit too much of his carnivorous baseball.
"Chaser please," Calvin said quickly.
"Okay then," Ginny said, rubbing her hands together. "I'll play seeker. Hobbes, you play chaser with Calvin."
"Me?" Hobbes asked incredulously. "Ohhhhh no. I'm just fine right here, my paws planted safely on the ground."
"Come on, Hobbes!" Calvin exclaimed with a smirk. "Live a little!"
"Oh I'm happy to live a little if it doesn't have the possibility of resulting in my death!" Hobbes exclaimed, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
"Come on you big sissy!" Calvin exclaimed. "If you play I'll make you a sandwich!"
Hobbes opened his eyes slightly and seemed to ponder this promise before sighing.
"I'm going to regret this," he mumbled before snatching up a broom and making his way over to Calvin.
"That's the spirit!" Calvin said with a grin.
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Calvin enjoyed quidditch much more than he thought he would. Since there were only so many people, it was the twins, Calvin, Hobbes, and Ginny, vs. Ron, who was playing keeper. Calvin was able to score a few goals, but Ron was a pretty good keeper and was able to block almost everything that came his way.
Fred and George did a good job of keeping the bludgers away, though one did come remarkably close to knocking Hobbes off his broom, causing his orange fur to somehow look paler than usual.
Calvin felt very comfortable on a broom, he felt like he was riding his sled or his wagon, just in the air (which in the case of both of those, he sometimes was riding them through the air). It was the first time he'd ever felt like he was competent at anything sports related, and it felt good.
"Nice work Calvin!" Ginny exclaimed as the group descended from the air and all touched down on the ground. "You're a natural, it's hard to believe that was your first time ever playing!"
Calvin blushed.
"Aw shucks," he said with a goofy grin. "I was just doing what I was supposed to do!"
"Yeah good job mate," Ron said, clapping Calvin on the back. "I wouldn't be surprised if you make the Gryffindor team sometime in the next few years."
Calvin simply grinned, not used to getting so many compliments on anything that required athletic ability.
"This better be the best sandwich I've ever had, Calvin." Hobbes grumbled. "If cats have nine lives, then I just lost about seven just to heart attacks alone."
"Oh shut up, you're just fine," Calvin said, rolling his eyes.
Hobbes feigned a moan of pain and clutched his chest.
Calvin sighed and turned to Ginny.
"Where do you keep the sandwich supplies?"
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"There's no tuna?"
"Nope," Ginny said, digging through the kitchen cupboards.
"Come on Hobbes," Calvin said, smirking as he watched. "Did you really think that wizards used canned food? Most of them probably haven't even been to a grocery store."
"Grocery stores are those giant buildings where muggles buy all their stuff, right?" Ginny asked as she stood up from the cupboard, closing it behind her.
"Not everything," Calvin said, glancing at her. "There's specialty stores for specific things just like wizards have."
"Huh," Ginny said, closing the cupboard. "Anything else you'd rather eat, Hobbes?"
"No thanks," Hobbes said sadly, staring at his feet.
"Oh come on!" Calvin exclaimed, raising his arms in frustration. "There's food other than tuna, you know that right?"
"None of it is as good," Hobbes said, rubbing his belly.
Calvin sighed and rolled his eyes, sitting down at the same table at which they had breakfast.
"Good job again on your quidditch skills," Ginny said as she and Hobbes sat down on either side of him. "I'm still impressed that you did all that during your first game."
Calvin grinned.
"Brooms just came naturally to me I guess," Calvin said with a shrug. "Better than riding a bike. I almost died doing that."
"Those leg-powered muggle exercise tools?" Ginny asked. "You were that bad at it?"
"Nah it was all the bike's fault," Calvin said, waving off her question. "The darn thing was out to get me, I swear!"
Ginny gave Hobbes a weird look.
"Long story," Hobbes mouthed.
"Of course as usual, my dad didn't believe me," Calvin huffed, rolling his eyes. "Was convinced I was terrified of the bike for no reason! Well he doesn't know what it's like to have to wrestle 20 pounds of metal and rubber to the ground before it gets the chance to strangle you in its chain!"
"...Huh," Ginny said, eyeing Calvin curiously. "Sounds very um… aggressive…"
"Oh you don't know the half of it!" Calvin exclaimed.
Hobbes simply sighed and shook his head.
"Anyway," Ginny continued. "There were actually a few things I had been meaning to ask you."
"Shoot," Calvin said with a smile.
"What's your family like?" Ginny asked. "You already know what mine is like mostly since you've spent a good amount of time with most of my brothers. Except for Charlie and Bill of course, they graduated from Hogwarts years ago."
"Well," Calvin began. "There's not much to it. It's kind of just me, Hobbes, and my boring parents."
"Boring?" Ginny asked curiously. "What makes them boring?"
"Well maybe boring isn't exactly the right way to describe them," Calvin said with a shrug. "Let's just say they're mundane most of the time."
"Most of the time?" Ginny pressed, raising an eyebrow.
"His dad can get a bit eccentric," Hobbes said with a chuckle.
"Eccentric how?"
"Eccentric is putting it mildly," Calvin snickered. "There were times where I was wholeheartedly convinced that he was losing his mind."
"Oh do tell," Ginny said, a grin spreading across her face.
"You see," Calvin began. "My dad's idea of a good time is spending a week on a god forsaken rock in the middle of a lake eating nothing but processed meat."
"Don't forget the time where it rained the whole time," Hobbes chuckled.
"Oh yeahhhh!" Calvin exclaimed with a smirk. "We couldn't even light a fire, but he still refused to let us head home!"
Ginny shuddered.
"Okay fair enough," she said nervously. "What about your mum?"
"My mom is more sane than my dad," Calvin began. "But she still has her moments."
"Which are…?" Ginny pressed.
"She has a temper that would shock Snape," Hobbes said with a grin.
"That's for sure!" Calvin laughed. "Did I tell you about the time she chased me around the yard for a solid fifteen minutes?"
"To be fair," Hobbes chimed in. "That was right after you sprayed her with the hose."
"Okay, okay, bad example," Calvin said sheepishly.
"What did you spray her with the hose for?" Ginny asked incredulously.
Calvin shrugged.
"She had just spent a bunch of time getting ready for something," Calvin said. "Thought the timing would be funny."
"You're evil."
"I prefer morally challenged."
"Whatever," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "Do you have any other family besides your parents?"
Calvin shrugged.
"Not much," he said matter of factly. "I have my grandparents and my Uncle Max on my dad's side, but I don't see them very often. They live pretty far away."
"Got it," Ginny said. "What about your mom's side?"
"That's a bit trickier," Calvin said, scratching his head. "The only thing I know for sure is that my grandma on that side emigrated to America from somewhere in Europe, and died when I was really little."
"Oh," Ginny said sadly. "I'm sorry."
"Eh it's fine, I was too young to remember her anyway," Calvin said with a shrug.
"What about your grandpa?" Ginny asked curiously.
"No clue," Calvin said. "My mom never met him, and apparently my grandma refused to talk about him. I always assumed he must've been kind of a jerk-wad."
"Woah," Ginny said, raising her eyebrows. "So you don't know anything about him?"
"Nope," Calvin said. "All we have is this necklace that he supposedly owned and gave to my grandma."
"What kind of necklace?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It's in a strange shape," Hobbes said. "Hard to describe."
"Yeah that's true," Calvin added. "I do remember it well though. Do you have a parchment and quill?"
Ginny took a few minutes to retrieve what Calvin had asked for before returning to the table and setting a piece of parchment and an ancient looking quill in front of him.
"Perfect," Calvin said before picking up the quill and beginning to draw.
It took another few minutes of Calvin's incessant quill scratching before he finally leaned back to admire his work.
"Finished!" Calvin exclaimed happily.
"Huh," Ginny said, examining the symbol carefully. "That's interesting."
"Wonder what it means," Hobbes added.
The symbol that Calvin had drawn was a triangle with a circle in the middle and a straight line stretching from the tip of the triangle down through the circle before finally making contact with the bottom of the triangle.
A/N: A few things
1. if my description wasn't good enough, the necklace was the symbol of the Deathly Hallows
2. I want to apologize for such a late chapter update. I've had a bit of a lapse of inspiration. I'm trying my best though. I also just want to let you guys know that I get out of school in a week, and most likely I will not have a remotely consistent chapter upload schedule during the summer whatsoever.
3. As always, follow, favorite, and review! Especially review. I love reading your guys's thoughts on and suggestions for the story, and if you ask any questions, I always try to answer them in my next author's notes.
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