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Logan, Daniel, and I turned around towards the door to try and see who it was. Not like we would know anyways. "Hi Mrs. Malloy, I'm Anya Wood, and this is my husband Nicholas," said a lady around her late 30's or 40's, clad in a white sundress.
"Ooo, fresh victims," I whispered to my brothers and they laughed quietly.
"I wouldn't get any ideas yet Ray, mom seems to like it here already," Daniel said knowingly. He was the 'intellectual' one of the family, and the one liked to catch onto my ideas before I could fully formulate one.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, no promises brother dearest. 'Tis not I who causes the trouble, 'tis the trouble that causes…uhmm…I lost it there," I said trying to sound witty in the beginning.
"It's very nice to meet you Anya, and Nicholas," I heard my mom say as my parents shook their hands. "Call me Nik," Mr. Wood smiled and shook my dad's hand.
I heard more introductions going on but I tuned it out until I heard my mom calling for us to come and introduce ourselves.
"This is my daughter, Ray, and my sons, Logan and Daniel," my dad introduced us.
I shook Mr. and Mrs. Wood's hands. "Nice to meet you," I said politely and smiled.
"An, I do believe Oliver is going to be skipping with joy when he sees Ray's shirt," Mr. Wood said and smiled towards his wife.
"Who is Oliver? Is he a Puddlemere fan too?" I asked curiously. Today I was wearing my favorite Puddlemere United t-shirt. Puddlemere was my favorite team, and I had every single shirt of theirs that was made.
"Our son, he's about your age, you're seventeen right?" Mrs. Wood replied and smiled warmly.
"Oh! Yep, seventeen," I said and smiled back.
"You'll get along famously I'm sure than. He's well, for lack of a better word, obsessed with Puddlemere, and Quidditch," she smiled again, and it was just so damn contagious that I started to smile too.
"There's no way I couldn't get along with a Puddlemere fan!" I said and took a glance at my brothers. They were sporting a mocking smirk towards me and I rolled my eyes at them. They were overprotective but loved the opportunity to embarrass me, interesting mix huh?
"If you're all set we can walk over to our backyard—that's where we are having the little shindig," said Mrs. Wood. I almost laughed out loud. Shindig? What an adorable word.
"Kids?" My dad said looking at us and my brothers.
"Yep," we replied in unison.
We exited the house and walked outside. The sun had started to set and it looked incredible, there was a mix of reds and oranges and yellows even a little of a purple affect. It wasn't long of a walk and I quickly arrived in the Wood's giant backyard. When I thought giant, I definitely meant giant, it was big enough to for a small pitch to play Quidditch on. I guess Mrs. Wood wasn't joking about how much her son loved Quidditch; I thought to myself and laughed.
Mrs. Wood turned around upon hearing and smiled knowingly. "He begged for it for nearly six years, I had to agree at some point," she laughed.
I laughed with her and walked into the center of the yard where there were about 20-40 different people chattering or eating food.
"Everyone, if I could get your attention briefly!" Mrs. Wood said loudly. Everyone turned toward her and quieted down. "Thank you! Everyone, these are the Malloy's. Why don't you introduce yourselves?" She said smiling.
Does she ever freaking stop smiling? Ooh god, she just said we have to introduce ourselves didn't she? Just shoot me now! I've always had a problem with public speaking, I freeze up and, yeah…just not a good idea, I said to myself remembering too many times where I had to give a presentation or talk on the AMSC about the game I played.
The AMSC was the American Magical Sports Channel, and Smith's broadcasted all of their games on there. I glanced up at everyone around me, they were staring at me waiting for me to say something; I could feel my mom nudging me slightly.
"Ooh, me. Right, sorry," I mumbled. My cheeks turned a bright pink. "I'm Ray, and uhm, I'm uh…can I take a pass on the quick bio?" I said smiling. Everyone laughed, and I didn't feel too stupid, I smiled shyly.
"You're going to Hogwarts this year, aren't you?" Mrs. Wood asked me.
I silently thanked her for asking me something so I'd stop feeling so embarrassed. Can I skip the quick bio! What was I thinking; we're not on Wheel of Fortune! I mentally smacked myself for being so stupid. "Yep, transferring in as a 7th year," I replied calmly. See it's not so bad, that's what I tried to convince myself at least.
"Wonderful, that's the same year that Ollie's in," she paused. "Oliver, where are you sweetie?" I immediately felt bad for him; I would have mentally shot my mom if she would have called me a sweetie in public.
"Here, mum," I heard another Scottish accent from in the back. A boy my age walked forward and stood next to his mom and dad. He was at least 6 feet tall, with brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, and fair skin that looked incredibly soft.