day 17, auction 1, teddy and charlie
306 words by gdocs
"Wow," someone says, and Charlie turns around, blinking before realizing he should be looking down. The kid's probably around six or seven, with bright turquoise hair, and Charlie racks his mind for who he is. He doesn't remember any of his siblings saying that they had he had a new nephew, but he guesses he does. He should remember the name, and he feels like a crappy uncle, but he does not know who this kid is. Was he adopted? Is he new? Does Charlie have an actual excuse for not knowing who he is?
"Hi," Charlie says anyway, trying to pick apart the face. Who does the kid look like? Maybe that'll get Charlie to remember his name, if he can figure out who his parents are. The thing is, Charlie doesn't think the kid looks like any of his siblings, or any of his sibling's partners. So the kid is adopted, then? He's really drawing a blank here.
"I like your hair," the kid says, and then the kid's own hair does something really strange — it changes, and it shifts, and it transforms into the same hair Charlie sees every time he looks into a mirror.
"Um," Charlie says, because which of his siblings adopted a metamorphmagus and didn't tell him?
"Oh, I'm Teddy by the way," the kid — Teddy — says, holding out a hand. Charlie hesitates before shaking the small hand. He is so confused. Is this kid even in his family? He would assume so, since the kid is in his parents house. Maybe the kid just happened to wander in.
"Charlie," Charlie replies, the kid grins at him before letting go of his hand. He gives Charlie a little wave goodbye before walking away and out of the room, leaving Charlie feeling utterly confused.
Who is this kid?