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It was the last day of June, and Reuben was in the garden applying a final coat of dusty rose paint to the walls of the playhouse. Although playhouse was no longer the right word for it. Earlier that morning, it had been a playhouse, outgrown and abandoned, filled with wet leaves and left to the...

Reuben always felt a little guilty dropping his daughters off at daycare, and spent most of the day looking forward to picking them up again. Saveli worked most afternoons in the shop, so it generally fell to him to do it. He didn't mind. As far as he was concerned, the more time he got to spend...

Though Reuben loved it at Ilvermorny, the last few months had been absolutely agonising. Just two days into term he'd received a letter from Saveli declaring their breakup, and after responding once, he'd not heard a thing back. After that, studying had become tedious and painful, the hours...

Reuben had visited Saveli in her English house numerous times, but he never really grew tired of just being in England. It was a beautiful country - or the part of it Saveli lived in was, anyway. The houses in her neighbourhood had all been built nearly a century ago - not just built for...

Reuben hadn't been quite sure about signing up to be a tutor; he wasn't really that smart, nor good at explaining things. But he was patient, and he did love Care of Magical Creatures, and he hoped that these two factors combined would make of him a decent teacher. Even so, as he headed to the...

Hufflepuff,PracticeReuben's determination to win the Quidditch cup that year had inspired him to arrange a practice game for the Hufflepuffs. After notifying them of the time and date he headed down to the pitch, checking that everything was in order and waiting for the others to arrive. It was...

It was the beginning of Reuben's second year as Hufflepuff Quidditch captain, and he was as ready as ever he would be. It was a shame Carlotta had graduated - she'd been an excellent seeker - but he was sure plenty more students would come down to the pitch today to try out for her now available...

Reuben! Quidditch captain! The Hufflepuff could hardly believe it. Their team was comprised of such brilliant players that he had never in his wildest dreams expected to take on Mason's role. Yet here he was, out on the pitch, waiting for the other players and hopeful try-outs to arrive so that...

The only thing that didn't suck about not having a date to the Valentines Dance was having a twin who didn't have a date either. Reuben linked arms with Rudolf, detaching himself only once they had reached the centre floor together. "Care to dance?" asked the Hufflepuff, holding himself erect...

Was it redundant to send an owl home so close to Christmas? Probably. But if there was any slim chance that moral support from Reuben's parents might reach him before the time arrived to board the Hogwarts Express, he was going to take it. Inevitably his owl would return after his departure, and...

Reuben and Rudolf were back on best-brotherly terms with one another - and what better way to celebrate than a little pranking? Whilst the Hufflepuff had completely forgiven his twin for treating him like he didn't exist, it seemed only fair to even the tables by subjecting him to some...

Reuben plucked another daisy and sighed. He'd been lying on his front for so long the grass had made his robes damp, but he couldn't quite yet bring himself to move from the lakefront. It was easy to think in front of the still water.

Since his brief and accidental kiss with Phoebe, Reuben had been by degrees growing concerned, until he could no longer sit idly and do nothing about it. His cause for worry was not that Rudolf would have killed him should ever the news have reached his ears, but that he had not found it even...

Reuben had heard storied of distant Uncles and Aunts passing away, but never before his little brother's had news of a death brought the boy such tremendous grief. Reagan, at just five years old, had been the heart of the family: his ebullient nature - his manner of giggling at anything and...

Yet again, Rudolf was busy studying. Reuben, who, despite pledging to improve the frankly abysmal grades he'd received last year, still had yet to set foot in the library, was bored out of his mind. He'd depleted his entire stash of stink pellets laying an ingenious trap in one of the school's...

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Down in the Hogwarts kitchens, Reuben was having the time of his life. "Legumier!" he yelled across the steel counter. "Have you peeled my parsnips yet?" The disgruntled house elf Reuben had assigned to vegetable duty grumbled in way of response, feeling rather offended that his kitchen had...

The Hogwarts dungeons did not provide the ideal space required for a game of cricket, but such minor specifics had never been said to stop the Lagowskis. Outside, the autumnal weather had reached its maximum potential for misery. Raindrops marched from the sky like soldiers, turning the earthen...

The sky was a bitter sheet of blue, and there was a definite chill in the air that warned the castle winter was on its way. Reuben rubbed his palms together and breathed into them for warmth. Of all the stupid ideas he'd ever had, this one had to take the cake. Where they hung in the icy water...