Best clothes put on his tiny frame, the young boy was bored. He hated these ministry events and the boring grown up talk that occurred at them. While he wasn’t even that social, he really wanted his own little kid to talk too, someone who wasn’t his brother, and someone who wasn’t his cousin or would blow him off ten minutes later. He could hear his mother and father talking to yet another reporter, something to do with his mother’s quidditch career and his father’s job.
Frowning, he kicked his toe at the ground, the dress shoe not at all his preferred trainer. He wished he had his Hooty with him, but his mum made him stay at home.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw this other young little boy with bright blond hair sitting at a table far away from the others, looking to be doing so quietly. Finally, he thought, going over to join him. He picked up one of the spare pieces of parchment lying on the table and grabbed a crayon, scrubbing at the piece of parchment.
He looked at the younger boy, and gave a small shy wave.