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- 02/2054 (10)
Luke liked Brightstone, although he'd probably like it a lot more once February came around. When he turned eleven, he'd be a real wizard. Hopefully. Freddie had tried to reassure him he had nothing to worry about, that magical blood was in his veins and there was no way he'd end up being a squib, but it was still a fear that played frequently in the back of his mind, and in some ways he was dreading his upcoming birthday incase it put an end to his dreams.
The boy was the youngest of three, and following in the footsteps of his older siblings was the single most important thing. The Three Musketeers, that's what Susie had referred to them as. Even if things changed, at least they'd always have each other. When he got the chance, Luke liked to come to New Zealand because that where they were. Even if he wasn't at Hogwarts (yet), he could at least pretend to keep up with them by coming to Brightstone.
He'd been walking along the edge of a long pathway, one step in front of the other as he stepped on the thin curb that framed the cobblestone. In his hands he was holding his handheld console, smashing the buttons with his thumbs as hard and as fast as he could. That was, until the little figure on the screen stopped throwing out his shield, and froze in mid air. Luke frowned, squeezing the console between his hands in frustration before looking up into the real world. "S'pose it's here then," he mumbled to himself, retracing his steps just two feet, the character on the screen falling once more to the floor. He saved his game, before tucking the console back into his bag, careful to make sure it was right at the bottom, before turning his attention to the village up ahead. Luke slipped off the curb, moving further into Brightstone with a slight sense of unease and a dash of excitement, curious if any of the shops would take any of his muggle christmas money.
The boy was the youngest of three, and following in the footsteps of his older siblings was the single most important thing. The Three Musketeers, that's what Susie had referred to them as. Even if things changed, at least they'd always have each other. When he got the chance, Luke liked to come to New Zealand because that where they were. Even if he wasn't at Hogwarts (yet), he could at least pretend to keep up with them by coming to Brightstone.
He'd been walking along the edge of a long pathway, one step in front of the other as he stepped on the thin curb that framed the cobblestone. In his hands he was holding his handheld console, smashing the buttons with his thumbs as hard and as fast as he could. That was, until the little figure on the screen stopped throwing out his shield, and froze in mid air. Luke frowned, squeezing the console between his hands in frustration before looking up into the real world. "S'pose it's here then," he mumbled to himself, retracing his steps just two feet, the character on the screen falling once more to the floor. He saved his game, before tucking the console back into his bag, careful to make sure it was right at the bottom, before turning his attention to the village up ahead. Luke slipped off the curb, moving further into Brightstone with a slight sense of unease and a dash of excitement, curious if any of the shops would take any of his muggle christmas money.