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Selina wanted to smack him. Sometimes this boy was so bipolar. One moment he was beside himself with worry and the next he was chipper and happy and taking her advice. Then again he was taking her advice and trying to be positive, smacking him at this moment was most likely not wise.
"They'll be here tomorrow. We have dinner and getting you unpacked and if you're up to it I can beat your little butt in Quidditch after dinner. But they will be here tomorrow for a visit."
Christopher nodded, completely oblivious to her irritation.
"Sure. Unpacking won't take long, as we don't have that much stuff anyway, but dinner sounds great. I'm pretty hungry," he said, eyeing his new kitchen. He could make a mean salad, but new that he should wait for the dinner Mrs. Skylar prepared, trying to make them feel like a part of the family. Making something now would probably be considered rude, especially with such wonderful hosts like the Skylars.
He smiled a little to himself when he heard Violet would be visiting tomorrow. He still got butterflies in his stomach just thinking about her. When Selina proposed they play Quidditch, Christopher snorted. He may have been excellent on a broom, but the sports just wasn't for him.
"Yeah, I bet that'll go over well," he joked, rolling his eyes.