Lysander was like a kid in a sweets shop. Well. He was a kid in a sweet shop. Which was all very exciting. Happily he moved through the shop, eyeing all the sweets, and trying to decide what he wanted. Mum said he could pick one treat, and they'd also get one for Lorcan, so it was clearly a very important decision that he could not just leap right into.
Picking sweets was very serious business. He eyed the chocolate frogs, and then decided he didn't feel like chocolate. Maybe a lollypop? Maybe bertie bots? This was hard.
Kevin loved sweets. He loved all kinds of foods, especially the sweet ones but also the savory ones, the hot ones, the cold ones, the hard ones, the soft ones--he was an equal opportunity kind of kid! He loved when his grandparents would make their super awesome delicious foods at home, and he liked discovering new ones when they took him into towns.
Today they'd dropped Kevin off at Honeydukes (they trusted the shop owner to look after him) before walking off to the post office, and he happily started to look around. He was curious about everything, and he wanted everything, and he wished he'd had someone with him to answer all of his questions and help him take one of everything, except the cockroach clusters (because he wanted six of those).
Then the boy saw someone, and he wandered over, carefully clutching a jelly slug, a liquorice wand, and a cauldron cake to his chest as if his life depended upon it. "Hi, I'm Kevin," Kevin said. "What's your favorite sweet?"
He kind of wished that Lorc was here to help him choose what sweet to pick. It was a very big decision to be making on his own, especially because he was picking for the both of them. What if he chose something and then his twin didn't want that? What if he made the wrong choice? He frowned, suddenly a little concerned.
Oh! There was another boy. "Hi! I'm Lysander," what was his favourite sweet? Oh. That was hard. That was as hard as picking a sweet for right now. He frowned some more. "I don't know. What's yours?"
"Hi, Lysander!" Lysander seemed nice, but Kevin needed to know more about him before decided that was enough. He smiled though, mostly because he always smiled but also because the other boy hadn't been mean, then he looked down at the sweets he was carrying and shrugged his shoulders. "All of them! I haven't found one I don't like."
And he really hadn't either. Kevin used one arm to hold the sweets to his chest and the other to reach out for a chocolate frog. His grandparents loved to tease him about the enchanted frogs hopping around and Kevin chasing them, but he found it really fun, and he thought his grandparents' teasing was funny. "How old are you?" He turned to the other boy again. "I'm eleven."
Lysander didn't really mind talking to other kids. That was fine. Talking to other adults was sometimes a little scary, but talking to kids was good! He giggled a little, looking at the sweets that he was holding. "That's good!" There was some that he didn't like, but right at that moment they were all escaping his brain.
"I'm ten," he said brightly. "Nearly eleven though!" he gave a firm nod. Okay, so nearly eleven meant in May. But that was close to March. So he was nearly eleven.
So cool! Kevin beamed. "That's great! I turned eleven...." He pursed his lips and thought for a moment. "Four months ago! When is your birthday?" He wiggled a bit, hopped from foot to foot, and looked around for somewhere to put his sweets while he talked to the other boy, because holding them didn't sound like a great time. He was so excited to talk to his grandparents about Lysander!
Four months ago? What month was that? Lysander paused for a moment, trying to count months backwards. December? He shrugged. "In May. Which is close," he said. Because it was. "I can't wait to be eleven." Because eleven meant Hogwarts letters, and Hogwarts, and that seemed all very exciting!
Kevin leaned forward and said a little quietly, "I can't wait to get my Hogwarts letter!" It was quiet for him, anyway. His grandparents had told him all about the great castle beyond Hogsmeade and all the fun corridors and passageways and the mean old professors who gave you lots of hard homework. "Hey, that means we're going to Hogwarts together, right?" Lysander sounded like he was from around here, unlike Kevin, whose accent, however light it was, sometimes stood out. He liked it though. It reminded him that his grandparents had raised him, and it meant he was unique!
"I can't wait either!" It seemed like it was going to be so exciting. His parents had told him such exciting things. And he got to go with Lorcan! He was very glad that his twin was the same age as him (which, well, yes. But that he was a twin, and not a brother) so they got to go do this together. "Oh! Yeah! I think it does. Now I'll know another person!" Knowing people seemed important. Some of Kevin's words sounded a little strange, but it seemed rude to comment on that, so he didn't.
"That's awesome!" Kevin shifted his arms as he resisted the urge to throw his arms into the air, but then the sweets started to slip out from his arm and chest anyway and he watched them crash to the floor. "Fudge," he mumbled, and he got to his knees to start collecting the items. None of them seemed damaged at least, probably because he was just eleven and so not very tall yet.
"So do you want to be friends?" he asked a little more calmly. Dropping his things had sobered him up a bit, but that was all well and good, because it was only a matter of time before he was bursting with energy again.
Oops, there was stuff falling to the floor. Lysander bobbed down next to the boy to help him gather up the things. His parents did tell him to be nice to people, and helping pick up fallen stuff was a way to be nice, right?
"Yes, I do want to be your friend." He wanted to be friends with lots and lots of people. That seemed to be the best way to go around things, right?
Kevin smiled when Lysander helped him gather his things and then smiled harder when he said he wanted to be his friend. "Thanks!" Kevin chirped. Lysander seemed very nice. "How long are you going to be in Hogsmeade?" Maybe if Lysander was going to be here awhile, Kevin could convince his grandparents to stay a little longer! "Or we could write to each other. My grandparents have an owl I could use!" They could write to each other whether or not they got to stay at Hogsmeade longer.
"Uh, a little bit longer, I think," he peered around to make sure that his mum wasn't yet in the shop. "I have an owl too!" Or well, his parents did. And lots of other animals. "Do you live with your grandparents?" he asked curiously.
"Great!" Kevin beamed even more, if that was possible. "I do! They're really nice to me, and they take real good care of me. I love them a lot." His grandparents were probably the greatest people on the whole planet, but Lysander seemed like a close second! "Maybe if your parents meet my grandparents, we can play together later." It seemed like a solid idea. He would need someone to share this candy with after all, since it always made him sick to eat so much at once.
He could just not eat it all at once, but where was the fun in that?
"That's good!" Loving your family was important. Lysander loved his family. Lots and lots and lots. Which was good. "I love mine too. And yeah! That'd be good! I can introduce you to Lorcan!" Because it would be weird if he had a friend that Lorcan didn't know. That wasn't how it was meant to work.