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Rowan Allard

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Rowan Allard was unsure of a lot of things, like how she’d managed to make it through a full year at Hogwarts with all her limbs in tact, or how to get the glitter out of her robes. She also was unsure of how she got so lucky. Or how she’d managed to make the friends she had.

 

That summer had been a busy one. Rowan had been drifting between friend’s houses, day trips that turned into sleepovers. Of course, her schedule had begun to look a bit too barren for her liking, so she’d started asking friends about plans they’d talked about back at school.

 

The first one who’d help up their offer was Desmond, and Rowan was more than happy he was willing to have her over again.

 

She’d have invited him around to her’s but Brighton had been rather dreary that month with damp and drizzly days. Plus the Potter’s house had a different aesthetic, a brighter one, one that Rowan enjoyed.

 

This time she arrived with decidedly less gifts than she’d brought the first time. All she had was a Tupperware container full of cupcakes - their icing gold with edible glitter. Since her hands were full, she used her knee to knock on the door.

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There has been a lot going on this summer, most of it was sleeping. Which was nice, there was no one that would make him wake up to do lessons, there was no quidditch. He did miss it, he couldn’t wait to get back to quidditch again. The only thing that would bug him was when his little sister would want to wake him and have him play with her. Since she missed her big brother so much. What it must be like to be five years old.

 

Just this last weekend, he went to a quidditch game with his grandfather, it was the best thing ever, since he had played in a game he knew how the players were feeling waiting for the snitch to show up. The game he went to felt like it would last forever. Then again, he didn’t mind he was spending time with his grandfather and it was the best thing ever. Asking about his first year, asking how he classes were going, horrible; and everyone knew that.

 

As the time kept going, he knew that he was going to have to get up early one morning, and get his room cleaned a little. Knowing that Rowan would be coming over. It was awesome that she was going to be coming over again this summer. Last summer when she came over, his parents loved her.

 

In the middle of cleaning his room, he heard the door knock. He threw whatever he had in his hand back on the ground. “I got the door.” He yelled at his parents, which he shouldn’t have since there was a baby in the house.

 

Knowing just who it would be, from the letters that they had sent to one another all summer. Rowan was finally there. He couldn’t wait to see his friend, it was odd not seeing her all the time, but finally he would be seeing her again. Opening the door, she was holding something. “Row, let me take those.” He said, hoping that she would give them to him so they could have a hug.

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The gentle breeze of a door being opened was enough to blow through the slightly too long fringe that was laid flat against her forehead. The summer sun had caused beads of sweat to pool at the nape of her neck and across her hairline. How she loved summer but loathed the immense heat that came with it was a conundrum. 

 

Her eyes lit up at the sight of her friend. The black, unkempt hair and skin tanned from being outside; she'd nearly forgotten what seeing Desmond in person was like. Happy to let him take the sweets from her, she'd held the container out for him to retrieve. Once her hands were free, she'd waited for him to set it down before launching herself with full force towards the boy. 

 

Desmond was taller than her and stronger, but when encompassed with emotion, Rowan was able to exert a tremendous amount of force. Her fingers locked together, interlaced with each other behind Des' back as she forced him into a hug. It had been far too long since they'd seen each other. When you get used to bed head ridden and pajama wearing mornings with someone, you forget what it's like to not be around them. 

 

"I missed you, D." She said, the smile on her face almost too wide for her to handle.

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As he took the sweets and placed them on the table, she went to give him the biggest hug ever. One that was even bigger than his little sister gave him when he got home from Hogwarts for the summer. Even though it had been weeks since he seen Rowan, it felt like it has been a life time. You get used to seeing someone in the common room, when you finally woke up from your afternoon nap, with messy hair and even a messier uniform, since he would always go to sleep when he was in uniform.

 

“I have missed you also.” He told Rowan placing his head on her shoulder. Since he was taller, but he still felt short knowing that his parents were a lot taller than he was, Rowan was shorter, but she fit perfect. At least to Desmond she fit perfect. It was so nice seeing his friend again.

 

“Come inside, my parents can’t wait to see you again.” His parents liked Rowan, she wasn’t Ollie who broke their window last year, and this year she brought sweets. “I swear, even though we have not seen one another in a while, you still know me so well.” He said, grabbing a cupcake before his family ate them all. He knew that he had to get some.

 

“What are these made out of, these are like the best thing I have ever had.” Then again, Rowan surly made them with love, anything that she makes is the best thing in the world.

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It was hard to forget being small. The world around Rowan was not catered to her. Items on high shelves and chairs with long legs were amenities she was unable to enjoy. Even her own mother used her short stature to her advantage, hiding the best sweets on top of the fridge so they would be both out of reach and out of view of the small girl. 

 

There in an embrace with Desmond, his head resting gently on her shoulder, she hadn't forgotten her shortness but for the first time in a while she wasn't ashamed of it. Perhaps it wasn't the world that needed to cater to her, but just one person. 

 

Upon releasing the boy, she couldn't help but giggle at his immediate retrieval of the cupcakes she'd brought with her. There were exactly three things Rowan knew he loved: sleep, quidditch and food. She was unable to provide the first (and was actually depriving him of it by coming to visit). The second, she wouldn't be able to procure him anything he didn't already have. So she'd been left with the third. 

 

"It's an old family recipe." She responded, making her way fully into the house. Rowan had been to the Potter home once before, but the spectacle of it all was still a bit much for her to take in. Every wizarding home seemed so different from every other one. This house was nothing like Havana's mansion or Seeley's marina. "I can't wait to see your family, it's been almost a year now since I last stopped by. I hope they, like, remember me and everything."

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He never cared that Rowan was short, she was just perfect height for him, knowing that he could rest his head on his shoulder. It was one of his favorite things to do while hugging a friend. He knew that Rowan was a little sad with going home, and he was glad that she decided to come and visit Desmond, after everything that had happen in their first year, it was nice to just take a break and hang out with friends at your house. Or even their house, though it always seemed like everyone wanted to come to Desmond, which he didn’t mind at all.

 

Rowan bring food, it means that she knew just what Desmond liked, food was something he couldn’t get enough of. Mostly sweets, if Mercutio knew that he was eating all these sweets over the summer, he wouldn’t let him back on the team next year. Nothing was going to stop him from making the team again. He just had to show that he gotten better over the summer.

 

“Homemade food is always the best.” Telling her, as they were no longer hugging, he couldn’t wait to show his parents that Rowan was here and even brought some of the best cupcakes that he has ever had. “These are the best Rowan.” Telling her, as they walked into the kitchen. He had to stop himself from eating all the cupcakes.

 

“They do remember you, I showed them the doll you made me, and they just couldn’t believe that you have made that.” They wished that he could do something better with his life, then just sleep all day. “They were so happy when I told them that you would be coming to visit.”

 

He knew that his family loved him, as they walked into the kitchen, his mother was in there making something eat as his little sister sat on the floor, playing with Desmond lucky snitch. Leaning down on the ground. “Where did you get that, did you go into my room again?” He asked his little sister, but just let her keep playing with it.

 

“Mum, Rowan is here and she brought cupcakes.” Desmond told his mother with a smile on his face, and glitter over his lips. ” I can see that Desmond, and I also see you took one already.” Desmond just couldn’t help in. ” Rowan, I am so happy you decided to come back. Why don’t you and Desmond go play outside. While I get lunch ready.”

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Desmond's house was just as she'd remembered it. There was an eclectic energy to the place that only came with large, welcoming families; it was seldom something Rowan got to experience but she relished the short time she did. 

 

This house was in stark contrast to her own. It was warm and inviting, sun poured in through windows and there was a gentle background noise of someone moving around somewhere else in the house. It felt foreign to her, but she was okay with that. At one point Des had felt foreign too, and now he was like a third arm, something she could remember being without. 

 

Approaching Desmond's family cause the knot in her stomach to twist. While he'd assured her that they were happy she was here, she was pretty sure he would have said that regardless of their feelings. She was a bit startled at the sight of the young Potter girl. She'd have never been allowed to play in the middle of the kitchen - being underfoot in general was frowned upon by her mum. 

 

"Nice to see you again, ma'am." She said, giving a nod towards Des' mum. It would have been weird to call her Paige and Mrs. Potter felt far too formal, hence why she'd settled on ma'am. That was polite, right? She nudged Desmond with her shoulder, gesturing that they should head out in order to let her focus on what she was doing. "I promise to keep him busy for a while."

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It was always nice having friends over, sure he was getting letters from them all this summer, but seeing someone face again. It felt like a million leaves blowing at once, knowing that they wanted to see you and didn’t just feel like they should write you a letter. Being his age, he knew that his friends cared about him. He was also planning on seeing Wyatt when they get their letters for second year.

 

Second year, he still couldn’t believe that he made it through one year at Hogwarts. So many things had happened that year. Still, he was glad that he would be moving on. He somehow didn’t fail his classes, but didn’t get the best marks. His family wasn’t too happy with him, they did take away his quidditch things for a month.

 

As he stood there, in the kitchen, watching his kid sister play with his lucky snitch, as Rowan and his mother were talking. Just like Desmond would always be, he was eyeing the cupcakes, but he had to not eat them all. It wasn’t like Rowan made them all for him, if she had, Rowan would have told him.

 

His mother said to go outside, “what are we going to do outside?” He asked, as he walked to the back door and walked outside. There was so much out there, and a big open area. Where Desmond would use to learn Quidditch.

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"I dunno, we just gotta go."

 

Rowan had placed her hands on Desmond's shoulder, making sure that he was heading in the right direction and not making an unexpected detour to retrieve cupcakes. She'd seen him eyeing them, plus he'd already had one, any more than that and he would be bouncing off the walls before lunchtime made it around. 

 

Not that Rowan wouldn't have enjoyed a hyped up Desmond. She was, after all, an energy matcher; if he was going full-throttle she would be as well. But his mum was a nice lady, and she didn't want to ruin whatever image of her Paige had by causing more than her fair share of chaos. She would like to be invited back at some point. 

 

Once outside, she dropped her hands from Desmond's shoulders. She no longer felt the need to make sure he wasn't going to do anything he wasn't supposed to. Probably because being outside felt like freedom to her; it always had since she was a child. She assumed it was because you were less likely to get in trouble for trivial things outside, but she could never be sure. 

 

"What do you usually do back here, Des?"

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They just had to go, his mother knew that Desmond would sit in there and eat anything that he could, he did want some more of those cupcakes. They just were very good, he eyed them once more before they were outside. With it being such a nice day outside, he could think of many things that he would do out there, quidditch with his toy broom and kid quidditch set. He was hoping that he would get a better one soon, since he was on the quidditch team and all.

 

“I normally just run around, swing on the tree swing. My mother or father, I don’t remember who. Put a spell on them, so they would swing on their own.” It was something that he loved, when he was younger, being able to just sit outside and be pushed by nothing.

 

“There is also, inside that little shed there. Some toy brooms that my siblings and I use to play mock quidditch.” He was trying to remember what else they did. There was just so many things that one person could do outside, it was like a whole world out there, waiting to be explored.

 

“What are some things that you would do outside?”

 

He didn’t know much about Rowan childhood, but he was sure that when she played outside, she had some fun games that she would play. Even something that Desmond might not have even heard of before.

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The outdoors had always been an escape for Rowan. Her mum seldom liked having to deal with a rambunctious child running about the house. Plus, if Rowan went in and out of the house more than once, her mum would lock the doors and force her to pick one or the other. This almost always resulted in her choosing outside. 

 

Brighton had been her playground, and it was so much bigger and more exciting than anything her home had to offer. On days like this, warm and bright, she was typically bugging Lydia to come and play with her. Granted everything she would do tended to be boring and normal and so muggle. She doubted Desmond would actually enjoy any of them. 

 

"Well, sometimes we play hopscotch or double dutch, or hide 'n' seek." She rambled, unsure if he'd ever heard of any of the things she was talking about. It always seemed that wizards had very little knowledge of muggle things. "Or if we had more people we could do other things, but I never usually had more than me and Lydia."

 

Rowan's voice trailed off at the memory of how her life used to be; things had gotten so much better in the last year it was shocking. It was always best to not dwell on the past but at this point, she was actually having a moment of fondness for her friend. 

 

"But, those aren't as much fun as your things sound."

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Being outside was nice, it was somewhere that he could just be free and run around all day. While he loved to sleep while he was at school, when he was home he didn’t mind being outside for hours, there was just so many things that one person could do while waiting for dinner or bed time or even just being bored inside the house.

 

“I have heard of hide and seek before, the others one. I don’t know what those are?” Just because he was born in a magical family, that didn’t mean he didn’t want to learn what kind of games that muggles played. In a year or so he would be going someplace with Milo and he would teach him about these things called smartphones and googles. He didn’t know what they were at all, but he wouldn’t mind learning about them.

 

“I don’t ever have that many friends over at once, maybe one year that could change.” He could ask his father or mother if he could bring a few friends over at once. Then again, that was always hard because him and his friends all lived in different parts of Europe.

 

“Anything can be fun; we can play one of the games you know.” Including Rowan in picking something that they should do. It shouldn’t always be him picking, he needs to know that other people have ideas also.

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Des' voice had a soothing quality about it; when he spoke, fuzzy tingles tapped against the back of her head bringing with them a calm feeling. Perhaps it was that she felt safe there. Not just with him, though that was a factor, but at the Potter house in general. The family was so warm and welcoming, like a warm blanket in a cold room.

 

If asked, she might have admitted to loving them. Their kindness helped fill the dark corners in her that seemed to grow when stuck at home in Brighton. Had she been there long enough, she would become entirely made of sunshine. She couldn't help but wonder if this was an effect they had on everyone or if she was deviating from the norm.

 

The sun shone down on them from it's position high in the sky, beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She ran her forearm against her head, hoping to wick away the moisture. While tag or quiddich would have been fun, she wasn't sure if strenuous activity would mesh well with her when it was hot out (aka over 15 degrees centigrade). 

 

"I could try to teach you hopscotch." She said, her eyes lighting up at the idea. She'd tried to teach a witch once before but to no avail. She liked to believe her teaching prowess had grown since PHP. "Do you have chalk or anything?"

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 He knew that he got his kindness from his family, he was someone that always wanted to try and make someone happy, see them smile, and not have them be sad. If he was to see someone that he knew sad, he would get sad and then try to think of something to make them happy. He didn’t know how Rowan life was at home, but while she was here with Desmond. He was going to make sure that she was happy and having some of the best time of her life.

 

Knowing that there were many things they could do outside, he could feel the sun beating down on them, knowing that if they had to run around he would get tired and might even fall asleep, that was not something that he wanted to happened why Rowan was over. He would just wait till it was time to go back to Hogwarts.

 

“I have some chalk somewhere.” Knowing this his little sister loved to play with chalk, just where did his mother put it. Walking around the back porch he could find where it was. “Is there a could that you would want. We have a lot different colors, my sister loves chalk.”

 

Handing her the container that had all the different color chalk in it, and some that people would think was odd, but this was the wizarding world after all.

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It was sweet that Desmond knew what his sister liked - endearing even. Having someone who cared enough about you to take note of the things you enjoyed was a luxury not all had. While Rowan lacked a sibling, or any relative close enough to pretend to be one, she assumed that Desmond was definitely in the 'good sibling' category. Should she ever be presented with the opportunity to have a brother, one like him would be best. 

 

The container he handed her was full of a variety of colour, spanning from the kinds she'd used back in Brighton (light pinks and blues) to darker hues she'd never seen before. Very carefully, she contemplated her choice, fingers danced over the box and she tried to make her decision. In the end, she pulled a lavender coloured stick out. 

 

She took great care in drawing the hopscotch board they would be jumping on, but squares were hard and her lines came out wobbily. Still, she managed to spend a good five minutes trying to make the ten boxes look just right. Upon completion, she stood up and admired her work  - not great, but okay. 

 

"Alright, Des, now we need something to throw." She said, turning to place the chalk back into the container, not wanting to accidentally ruin something of the Potter's. 

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Anyone that knew Desmond, knew that he was one of the nicest persons, he could try and be mean, but then he would turn around and say sorry for whatever it was that he just did. His siblings also were his world, he was a lot older than them, and he would make sure that no one messed with them at all. He wasn’t ready for them to start Hogwarts at all, his sister wouldn’t start till he was at least a fifth year, so he had time to make sure that she would know that she had to stay with Desmond at all times.

 

Seeing which color that Rowan pulled out, it was a nice lavender color. He smiled, watching her set up the game. It was not perfect, but they were twelve and he was sure that his would have been a lot worst.

 

Something to throw? He walked to his mother’s garden and took out a rock, hoping this his mother wouldn’t mind that he took one rock. “Would this work?” Handing her the rock. Desmond was ready to play, knowing that it was just something fun to do while they waited for the food to get done, he was getting hungry and wanted another one of those cupcakes that Rowan brought, but his mother wouldn’t let him.

 

He was also outside, and the cupcakes were inside.

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The rock Desmond handed her was perfect, not too big or too small. Plus, she was pretty sure that if she accidentally threw it too hard there would be little chance of breaking any windows or other Potter purchased items - partially because of the rock's size, but mostly because Rowan was weak. 

 

"Alright, so this game is pretty easy." She said, turning to examine the board. It dawned on her while looking at it that she'd never successfully described the game to anyone who didn't know how to play it, which upped the possibility that she might do it poorly. She took a deep breath, allowing it to calm any nerves she might have and turned back to Des. 

 

"You can only put one foot in a square. On the double boxes, you straddle them. You can't touch any of the lines or outside of the boxes, got it?" She took a pause, turning back towards the board. She tossed the rock gently, it landed on the number four box. "So, I toss the stone and have to skip whatever box it lands on. Now watch." 

 

Rowan picked up each foot one at a time and slid the wheels out of her shoes. Leaving them in would up the chance that she would hurt herself while hopping, and she didn't want to see how wizards dealt with broken bones. She slid them both into her pocket for safe keeping. Then, raising one leg up she began to hop from square to square.

 

She'd had to use her arms to steady herself, but upon completing the path, she turned around and came back, making sure to pause in order to pick up the stone. When she hopped off the board she threw a grin at Desmond, holding the rock out towards him. "Wanna give it a shot?"

 

 

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It seemed that the rock was a good size, he didn’t know if it would be too small or too big for the game they were playing, he never heard of this game before, but he was always willing to learn something new. As long as the game was fun, if it was boring he wouldn’t care at all.

 

He was standing there listening to what Rowan was saying how to play the game, out how you can only put one foot in a square. Did that mean that he had to balance himself on one foot, he believed that he could do that. “That shouldn’t be that hard at all, since I have to balance myself on a broom.” He at least hoped that it was easy.

 

Now he watched as she threw the rock down and jumped, that didn’t seem to be hard at all, this might even be fun after all. “I would love to try.” He said, taking the rock from Rowan and threw it. It landed on the number four.

 

“All I have to do it jump and skip the one that the rock it on, that shouldn’t be hard at all.”

 

At least he hoped that it wouldn’t be. Jumping though number one, two, and three. Then skipping four. This was really fun, since he was twelve. As he got to the end and turned around to come back, he picked up the rock. “I think my sister would love this.” She was five, and who knew if five year olds would like something like that. “Just she might have to use two feet.” Laughing because her sister didn’t have much balance.

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He seemed confident. But, in Rowan's experience, he was always confident before taking on a new task. He'd even been confident in taking an exam in a class he'd practically slept thought. She envied that about him, but of course wouldn't every say that - friend weren't supposed to be jealous of each other. 

 

When he took the rock from her, she took a step back. Watching him give it a gentle toss and hop his way down the board. Desmond had far better balance than she'd been expecting; typically her classmates had very little grace, but this was obviously an exception to that stereotype. When he returned, having completed the course perfectly, she couldn't help but give him a small round of applause.

 

"That was awesome." She said, giving him a playful push, "It took me a crazy long time to learn to balance on one foot. I still have trouble sometimes." 

 

Her sentence was dotted with laughter, making sure to imply that she was making a joke of her statement. When Desmond mentioned his sister, a small, fond smile came over her face. It was sweet of him to think about her; Rowan hadn't ever had someone think about her like that. 

 

"Do you wanna go ask her to join?" She questioned.

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There were many things about Desmond, that not many people knew at all. He was someone that always liked to try new things and not be scared to do so. Sometimes he wondered if that was even something he should worry about; he was twelve he would be alright in doing crazy adventures. There was nothing wrong with that at all, it was something everyone should try at least one.

 

“I think I have good balance, since I have to balance myself on a broom. While chasing after a very small snitch.” It was so much harder than he ever would have thought. Knowing that he was trying to hold onto the broom with one hand, and sticking his other hand out to catch. “At least now you are able to do it. Practices makes perfect. At least that is what I have heard.”

 

He didn’t know if that was the truth, since nothing can ever be perfect.

 

It seemed that when he mentions his sister, he could see rowan smile. It was always nice to see her smile. “We could, she might want to get out of the house for a bit, and I’m sure that my other wouldn’t mind have the with one less kid.”

 

Desmond always liked to involve his sister into things, she was his little sister and one that could talk and walk. Opening the back door. “Mum, can sis come out and play with us?” He asked, and before his mother could answer his little sister was on her feet running towards Desmond.
Dessssss I can play with you?”

 

He smiled, “Yes you can, Rowan here can teach you this new game that she just taught me.”


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The younger Potter was cherubic. Her small stature (even smaller than Rowan's which was a feat only a half-goblin could complete) produced an unusual feeling within her. Like she needed to protect this girl from the harsh realities of life. Was that what being a sibling felt like?

 

Or perhaps that simply what happened when you were around people who needed more protecting than you did. Maybe that's why it seemed that everyone handed Rowan with kid gloves, as though she was a frail and breakable thing. Granted she did cry an awful lot for someone who would try and convince you she was strong. 

 

Getting down to eye level with Desmond's sister, Rowan gave the girl a toothy smile. She was so happy to be invited to join them, and that type of energy was infectious. "You can totally play with us, but first I have a very important question for you." She said, making sure to make her voice as dramatic as possible. 

 

She glanced up at Desmond, a twinkle in her eye, hoping he wouldn't think she was being too weird. Turning her attention back to girl, she continued, "Are you the best jumper ever?"

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When he saw that his sister wanted to play, it was nice to see his friends getting along with her. Desmond was that typical older brother, he had to be. He was at least five years older than his siblings. As he stood there and watched Rowan and his sister getting along, it was nice to seeing his sister being friendly.

 

There were not many people he would let play with his sister, only because she was so small and meant the world to Desmond, as he watched Rowan get down to her level and was ready to ask her an important question. He wonders what question was so important. They were just going to be playing a game.

 

Then as Rowan asked, he smiled, that was an important question to a six-year-old. His sister shook his head yes. “I think this means she is ready to play. Now…” he said to his sister holding out a rock, “you see this, you throw it into a square. Then you jump in each box.” Desmond said with a smile, hoped that his sister understood that.

 

Watching her sister throw it and then jump from one square to another one, he smiled. Until she got to the last one ran back to the front and took the rock. ” Again?” His sister asked and he smiled “One more turn, then it is Rowan’s turn again.”

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Rowan returned to her full height - which barely hit fit foot - once the smaller Potter gave affirmation that she was great at hopping. Had she said no, or rather shook her head no, Rowan would have attempted to find a game better suited to the girl's skill set. It was a relief that she wouldn't have to come up with a new game last minute. 

 

Desmond explained the throwing of the rock to her; a task she would happily relinquish to him. There were too many things that could go wrong with teaching a small child how to throw rocks, and Rowan didn't want to be the reason one of the children got hit with a rock or a window got broken. 

 

She watched the small girl, a broad smile on her face, and upon returning to them, she erupted into a cheer. "Great job! You really are the world's best jumper." She said, giving a gesture for the girl to go again. 

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