Bill was sitting at the counter in the daycare gift shop, his school work spread over it. It was a nice paying summer job that also allowed him access to the daycare service. Which gave his mom the break she desperately needed with six kids to look after, even if Bill himself was old enough to mostly look after himself. Bill was a red haired fifteen year old, with pale freckle covered skin, and a very thin body frame; he wore a baggy Eclipse shirt, grass stained jeans, and boots.

Bill's younger brother, the oldest of his younger siblings, Charlie was working there along side him. He worked as a restocker, a more part time job then Bill's job.

Charlie was thirteen, with the same red hair and freckles as his brother. Dressed in a Sundrop shirt, grass stained jeans, and sandals.

He was currently closer to the check out stand and the two brothers were chatting lightly as a new group came into the daycare gift shop. It seemed to be a family, husband and wife and son, and a little girl dressed in hand-me-downs, but given that her brother's clothes were much much newer, and rather on the nicer side, it seemed more a matter of favoritism rather than practicality or necessity. She also looked to be underweight, just under severely so. The father yanks the little girl around and sets her roughly on her feet a little ways off from them.

"Stay put," The man muttered. The girl nodded, shrugging her bag more tightly on her shoulders. She looked dirty, and tired too. The only thing that told Bill that she was a girl was the little lopsided ponytails she wore on the bottom sides of her head. She'd tied them with trash though. Bill and Charlie looked at one another talking without talking, and Charlie moved to stocking closer to the girl. Who shifted, looking down and away from Charlie.

Charlie noted that she was had bruising in several places that didn't look like something a kid might do to themself by accident. The girl shifted, but than seemed to flinch rooting herself more firmly to her spot.

Bill on the other hand kept an eye on the other family members. He noted that the woman was a bit on the bony side. She wore a bit too much make-up on her face, but not enough that Bill would have have noticed if he hadn't been watching them so closely. The man was obese, clearly struggling under his own weight. But his and the woman and boys clothes were all nice. The boy was round and pink. Maybe a bit overweight but clearly active. His hair was a pale blond that almost disappeared against his pink scalp. Which was almost cute with how round he was. He couldn't have been more than seven.

"Pick something out, Duddy-kins!" the woman said, messing with the boy's hair. Flattening it against his scalp. The boy wrinkles his nose at the gesture but allowed his, assumed, mother to fuss. She at him with so much love you might not realize there was any other child in her care.

"All this stuff is for babies!" the boy whined. Making Bill and Charlie fight the urge to wince, at the noise. His voice was young, and very very high, with no gentleness whatsoever.

"Oh, I'm sure not everything is for babies, surely they have something for adults," the man said cheerfully. "Won't that be smashing, I bet none of your friends are nearly that mature." The girl's eyes drifted over the items on the shelf Charlie was restocking, a small longing in her bright green eyes as it landed on a Moon Plushie. Her hand started going up only to drop then curl proactively into her chest. The boy was still whining but settled down as the girl's hand dropped.

"Oh! That's kind of neat," the boy said, picking the plushie the girl had been eying, she ducked her head, deliberately looking away. After a bit of chattering the father purchased it with a little bit of a grunt, the mother chatting about what good taste her son had. The boy looked it over again, eyes training in on the star at the end of Plush Moon's hat, he started pulling on it finger and thumb working in on the stitches, it didn't take him long to rip the star off, then he sighed loudly and deliberately the two parents had taken to talking as they filled out the daycare entrance form. Once they were looking he held the thing up and started complaining as he tossed in the general direction of the girl who after a moment picked the doll off the ground.

"I guess it really is just cheap trash, get rid of it." the boy said. The girl's face lit up as she collected the plushie from the ground, but she forced it down. The adults were completely fluttering about the boy trying to soothe him. The wife offering to buy him something else.

The girl tucking the plush under her chin clearly fighting the urge to smile as her eyes flickered to the boy who was doing a crocodile showing. She watched the adults fuss for a moment, while the adults were purchasing something else for the boy, a kind of cheap water bottle decorated with Sun on one side and Moon the other. While they were focused on the purchase the boy made sure to pass the star to the girl who tucked under her palm against the plushie's chest, a small smile playing on her face and the boy looked certainly very smug.

Bill was about to really get annoyed when he noticed something while the girl was beaming at the toy and the parents were stomping around the store to get something more suitable for their 'Duddey-kins' the boy was looking back at the girl, a small smile on his face that he tried to hide. One yelling at later, the family had left with a badly made Bonni plastic toy that was way more expensive than it was worth, the water bottle that was cheap but still nice, and the plushie. Bill thought that it was sweet the boy was looking out for the girl. Even if it shouldn't be his job, and their parents clearly weren't.

Percy (Age: 10, no known allergies, the third Weasley child, bossy, gets stressed when things are too chaotic, possible sensory issues) had his bright hair cut short and styled neatly. He was dressed in a button up shirt, that was a light blue color, tucked into nice pants. His shoes were neat despite them heading into hand me down status. He was telling the younger children the rules, and generally being bossy. His family freckles the only thing that lessened how severe he looked. Sun had to talk to him about this. It wasn't his job to make sure the kids knew the rules, nor was it his job to make sure they followed them. But just as Sun was about to tell him not to boss anyone else around, another new child was signed in.

A family came in; a large man, a thin woman, and two children. One clearly favored over the other. A large boy, assumedly the older, was pink, round, and a bit taller then the other, dressed in nice clothes, he was clean and his hair was done neatly.

The other child, assumedly younger, on the other hand was small, clearly underweight, dirty, wore clothes that were clearly the other boy's old clothes judging by the size of them, the knees were gone from the pants and the shirt hung off their small shoulders. Percy stopped his conversation with the other children mid sentence, and started over to the family just as quickly as Sun did.

Harry Potter, Age 5. (Sun noted that he was small for that age.) The next sentence was the more concerning one however. Special needs, instructions, allergies and other notes: Known Troublemaker. Sun could imagine that a child in his condition might be a bit troublesome, but Sun just might give the poor kid some extra leigh way. He wouldn't let him be a bully, but a little extra wiggle room might do the kid some good. He was clearly being neglected at the very least, but judging by how his father yanked him along, physical abuse might not be out of the question. Kids tended to copy the behavior exhibited by those around them after all. Especially at this young an age. Sun would have to make sure he didn't act out in a way that put other kids at risk or hurt himself, but if he just acted out by yelling Sun might just give him extra cuddles. Yeah, kids who were treated badly at home tended to respond well to reassurances and cuddles, maybe a change of clothes and some food.

We'll have to keep an eye on them, Moon commented into their shared headspace.

Unfortunately that's all we can do, Sun said. Worry twisting his wires. Sun wished, not for the first time that he could call someone for these things. But Sun wasn't even allowed to know who to call, except emergency services and he and Moon were only allowed to call those if someone was dying. Or if someone broke in. Sun spotted Percy's twin siblings.

Fred and George (Age 8, No known Allergies, the fourth and fifth Weasley sons, extra rambunctious, mischievous, possibly need a bit extra attention) were identical twins. Matching their siblings bright red hair and freckles. The two enjoyed the perks of being identical a great deal, so they were always dressed similarly. In hand-me down t-shirts from the daycare, or other shirts the older ones had bought, or outgrown. The two had been among the children Percy had been lecturing so they must have decided to follow him over to the family. These two really were known troublemakers, but usually not in a bad way. The worst the two tended to do was scare the other children. They were generally sweet kids. Hopefully this new child would take more after them rather than act out violently.

They also seemed to notice the condition the kid was in, and were old enough to at least know that it wasn't good.

Sun got there just in time to hear Percy lecturing them about the daycare rules. Sun recognised the tone of voice he was using, and the mischievous glint in the twins' eyes and decided to speak up now. Before any of the three could cause trouble. Having a Weasley riot on his hands was the last thing he needed when the daycare was already nearing max occupancy. The Weasley siblings seemed to have a knack for gathering people to them.

"Hello! New friends," Sun asked. "I'm Sun, the daycare attendant and supervisor." The man looked around.

"Are there any human staff we can talk to," Vernon growled.

"I'm sure I can help you with whatever you need," Sun said. "I'm autho-."

"Fine whatever!" The man said, yanking the smaller of the two kids toward Percy and Sun nearly tossing the kid who stumbled but caught themselves. "You behave brat. Don't cause any trouble. I don't want to have to come back here and deal with you on Dudley's birthday." The kid ducked lower. Sun noted the kid had trash in their hair. He was about to reach down and pull it out when he noticed it was tied there, very deliberately slightly braided in.

Huh? Sun thought. What could that be about?

"Yessir," Harry said, voice higher than Sun expected, and as small a voice as possible. Sun decided a gentler approach than normal might be a good idea. Then he spotted the little plushie clutched to their chest. Once their other arm was free he wrapped it around the plushie and tried to bury themself as much as possible behind it. Sun could feel a warmth spread through him at the sight of the little Moon doll. He always thought Moon should get more appreciation.

Sun, Moon grumbled. But Sun ignored him, focusing his attention on the little child. Underweight, and small for five, there were three year olds bigger, there were safety pins in various places to hold the oversized clothes on their tiny body. The other boy who looked around the same age was probably a little overweight, his father was also overweight, it could be a medical issue. The woman also seemed a bit thin if Sun was being honest.

"I mean it, brat, I don't want to hear about any of your attention seeking stunts," The man was saying. "And get rid of that thing, it's trash," the man said, the girl flinched, the older boy shot a quick glare before turning to pout, the woman shot a sad sort of look toward her husband, then the favored son and then the other not so favored. Sun noticed all these things at the same time he noticed the little star that was normally attached to Moon plushie's hats was instead clutched in the girl's hand. The child nodded but gripped the plushie tighter. The man had already started pulling the other two away, and as soon as the door was shut behind them the girl was desperately trying to tuck the doll and star into her overstuffed school bag. It was honestly a bit worrying. The bag was ancient too, falling apart and stitched together poorly. It was dirty too, and it looked like it was going to break any moment.

"Hey, it's alright little friend," Sun said, gently taking the child's elbows to try and sooth him. He regretted it almost instantly, since the kid flinched so hard he ended up bruising them against his metal hands, even with the silicone padding. Sun decided not to comment on it just yet. Even though he desperately wanted to. "Hey, hey, shsh, it's alright. How about we sew that star back on so it's not trash anymore." The kid shook their head so violently that he almost knocked themself off their feet.

"Then I won't be allowed…" he buried his face in the plushie again. "It was supposed to be for my cousin, but 'it' broke," the child said 'it' with a strange inflection. "and he didn't want it so they already bought him something else. But I guess you're right. I shouldn't be selfish." he was going to hand him the doll.

"If you don't mind me saying-" Percy started but stopped when Fred or Gorge pushed him lightly yelling, tag and both ran off. Percy chased after them, distracted. Sun would have to thank the twins later. Percy could be really careless sometimes.

"Well, if your cousin didn't want it, and already got a replacement then why can't you have it?"

"Cause it's not supposed to be mine," Harry said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, trying to offer the doll, eyes getting mistier by the second. Sun shook his head.

"Oh! Oh no! I seem to have forgotten how to sew," He faked. The little kid gaped at him a moment before a soft smile spread over their face, tucking the doll back under their chin. "You can keep it out until they come back. I won't let them in until you have it tucked into your bag." Sun wished he could wink, but that wasn't something he could do. The girl still giggled, at his replacement gesture; a little head spin, nodding, with the sweetest shyest smile. "What's your name?" Sun asked. He preferred letting the kids introduce themselves. Lots of reason really; most kids didn't like it when a 'stranger' knew their names, some kids liked to go by other names then the ones the parents put on the sheets, and sometimes kids just weren't the gender the parents put on the sheet.

"Harriette," the kid answered.

Ah, Sun nodded. It made some sense. A lot of parents still didn't accept their trans kids.

"And what pronouns do you use?" Sun asked. Fairly certain but wanting to be sure.

"She, and her," Harriette's smile was growing. Then she frowned, so fast, light a falling star. "You don't have to call me that though. Harry's fine. It's just for play! I'm not bad, I'll just- please don't tell." Harriette said. "It's really just-" Sun put his hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay, I don't have to tell anyone anything, I'm not required to." He did his approximation of a wink and she smiled again. Apparently she went to a school that had rules against letting kids just be.

Rude, Moon grumbled in the back of Sun's head. Sun couldn't agree more.

Rude indeed, Sun answered back. Moon giggled.

"So, what do you like to do?" Sun asked. The girl looked around eyes wondering over the daycare curiously, before pointing to the drawing table.

"Can we do that?" Harriette asked. Sun nodded, starting to lead her over. He checked the camera's to check on the other kids. There were thirty two of them now. Fourty was the max occupancy. It wasn't common for this number of kids to be here, even during summer.

Ron (age: 6, no known allergies, afraid of spiders, seems to be easily influenced by others) was climbing the play structures in his stained Freddy shirt, stained pants, and tenny shoes. His long red hair getting in his eyes, he needed his bangs trimmed. Once he was at the top he swished his hair out of his face as he settled on the bar revealing his eyes and skin matched his brothers' and sister's. His older brother, Fred, tagged him into the game of hide and seek tag that Fred and George had started amongst thirteen other children. Even Percy was playing along, looking over the littler kids. A group of mostly girls and some boys were playing neighborhood, ten kids in total, they'd initially wanted to play house but there'd been too many to make it work satisfyingly, so Sun had recommended a neighborhood, and had helped set up some forts to be used as the houses. Karen, played by Elison (He,him. Age: 8; allergic to soy sauce, and peanut butter, likes to play pretend) was using the main house and was the villainous H.O.A head. Sun didn't fully get it but he'd never been outside the plex before. Five kids were playing with toys in a sectioned off area for that, some together some alone. Nine more were just playing in the play structures in smaller groups or alone. Two girls were making friendship bracelets, and another two were drawing. The youngest drawer was at the same table as the friendship bracelet girls and was chatting. Kattie (She/her. Age; 5. No known Allergies; Autistic; doesn't like things touching her wrist or ankles or neck) so no friendship bracelet for her. The other two at her table were discussing ways to include her, and she occasionally added something.

Sun nodded satisfied with his check over the little ones currently in his care before leading Harriette to a table.

Genni (Age: 4, no known allergies, likes climbing and exploring) was one of the children coloring at the tables, she was wearing a newer Roxanne wolf dress, with little Chika sandals. Her red hair was in neat little pigtails that were tied with ribbon, Sun was pretty proud of that, and wondered vaguely if he could do the same with Harriette's. Her hair was much shorter and seemed a great deal finer. Genni hummed to herself as she doodled, tilting her head from side to side to the beat of the song she was humming. Sun wondered if the two would get along. He decided to test it out, having Harriette sit at the same table.

"What do you want to draw with?" Sun asked. Harriette shrugged.

"With whatever I'm allowed to, is fine," Harriette said, voice going softer and shier.

"You're allowed to use anything you want," Genni supplied, taking a different art medium. Harriette nodded before turning to the paper choice. There were piles of different colored construction paper, as well as plain white and even gridded. Some of the older kids liked using it, when they showed up. Sun decided to offer a few choices, a blue sheet of construction paper, a grid piece and a plain white. Harriette looked over all of them before taking the plain white. Sun wondered if it was her actual choice or if she just thought it was cheaper. It wasn't the, construction paper was actually the cheapest though not by much.

Harriette quietly drew for quite a long while, changing to a new sheet every now and again. Genni had decided to join her brothers in their game of tag. Sun had gone off occasionally joining the children in their games but mostly cleaning and preparing for the next activity or snack time. regularly looking in on Harriette who'd gifted him three whole drawings when he'd complimented the first one. The first one he'd spent a few minutes trying to convince the girl that he actually did think the drawing was good before she believed them and then she had shyly asked if he'd wanted it. After the second drawing she'd seemed much surer about giving him her drawing. Harriette was an easy child to deal with. A little too easy. She didn't cry, or do any other childish bids for attention, even seemed terribly surprised when Sun was giving it to her. Seemed to soak it up like a sponge, brightening up at compliments.

Mr. Sun had complimented the first drawing Harriette finished, a picture of a flower Harriette was particularly proud of. Sun said it had been really good. She wasn't sure what all the things he'd said meant, but Sun seemed to have a thing against saying something was just good. The other girl who'd been coloring with Harriette, the little red head, had finished a drawing and Sun had given her similar praise though different wording choices. The girl had shrugged most of his praise off and ran off to join another group of kids. Harriette hadn't really believed him. Mr. Dressel had said Harriette was a good drawer too. He'd kicked her out because of a drawing. Harriette's next drawing was because she was angry at Mr. Dressel, but also didn't want to get her hopes up about Mr. Sun. He was nice, but all grown ups had their limits, and that limit was usually spiders.

Harriette was really proud of her drawing, it was of the newest Ms. Spider, and it was a near perfect recreation, Harriette had even drawn some of the silvery strands of her webs. Mostly just the one Harriette had liked the most. It looked really pretty. Harriette was a little sad that it would get thrown away, but Harriette's drawings usually found their way into the trash either way. Harriette took a deep breath and stood starting toward Mr. Sun.

Harriette's heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. She could feel her hands getting sweaty. She took a deep breath before asking for Mr. Sun's attention. She always hated drawing attention to herself. She was a freak and she wasn't allowed. But this was for the best, it was less painful to do it now. Mr. Sun turned to her, and she thought her heart stopped. She swallowed. If she was going to get rejected so cruelly she wanted to do it before she got attached. So she thrust out the drawing. Mr. Sun looked over it carefully.

"Oh! She's lovely!" Mr. Sun said. Harriette looked up. "Did you draw this from memory? It's so accurate. Steatoda Grossa right." Harriette felt her head tilt.

"The name of the spider!" Sun sounded happy.

"I don't know she just lives in my room," Harriette said, Mr. Sun made a weird motion at that.

"Well you drew her perfectly," Mr. Sun said. Harriette beamed. "Do you like spiders?" He asked. Harriette nodded vigorously. She felt lighter than air. "Do you want to learn more."

"Can I?" Harriette asked.

"Yeah, I can teach you some while you draw?" Mr. Sun said while leading her back to the table she'd been drawing at.

"Thank you, Mr. Sun," Harriette said. Then she got to work drawing. She was going to gift Mr. Sun another drawing. Mr. Sun taught her a lot about spiders, enough to fill out several sheets of paper that they turned into a little booklet. Harriette frowned she'd meant to draw something for Mr. Sun but he'd been pretty excited to make the booklet, she wished she could keep it.