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Fred is awesome 
"They are pretty awesome! I like caribous... Their horns are so strange! Well, antlers..." He always said the wrong word, and that was a bit stupid, but it was an honest mistake! "Aye," he nodded, "they did. I didn't play it often, my parents didn't like me interacting much with muggles in case I showed signs of magic, but I played it from time to time." His parents had had a bit of trouble with his magic, it used to be unpredictable before they began to teach him. Came out at the strangest of times.
Slowly, Harland shook his head. "No, I have a little sister... She's eleven..." He explained, looking up at the sky. "She's called Kristeen. Another historical name, though I'm not sure how..." He shrugged. He and his sister weren't close at all, really. She was bitter because he had what she wanted most in the world; being able to fit in. "I mean... Me. I'm jumpy, I'm hyperactive, I'm weird... He finds me tedious, I think." He shrugged once more, looking at Harrison.
"One of their boats were famous, for sure... Uh..." His Mother had told him this once, he just needed to remember. "Biggest one ever made at that point in time. Really famous."
"Well, if you like goats, then I'm happy to be one!" Harland announced, before an evil grin set on his face. "Thou hath evoked the anger of Harland! Feel my wrath!" He teased, before pouncing forward and bringing his hands down, beginning to tickle him mercilessly. "Thou ought hath escaped whilst thou had thy chance, mortal!" He grinned.
He smiled,
“I like animals... I’d like to be an animagus... Just so I could do more towards helping them. And it would be more useful than half of the time at school. Oh, I suppose so... It must be difficult for people like you and muggle borns, if they want to play with the other children,” he nodded.
“It is extremely unpredictable or inconvenient,” he chuckled,
“or it was for me. No order there.”
“Oh,” he smiled, before watching Harley’s face... He didn’t seem to like or care much about his sister, from the way he was speaking.
“Is she coming here?” He asked curiously. He knew people with siblings in older years, and they often seemed much more confident. It would be funny being Harley’s sibling, though. He could only imagine a smaller version of Harley, running around and eating a lot of sweets and chocolate.
“But... You’re yourself,” he nodded,
“and you’re not tedious. You’re really nice,” he smiled, speaking as though Harley knew so already, and that it wasn’t so much of a compliment as the truth.
“What was it?” He asked. He wouldn’t know it by name at all, but he could look it up. It was a more interesting name than his own. And it was one that actually didn’t conform to the usual, boring names of people.
He chuckled and nodded, before making a small squeaking sound. Quickly throwing his plaited grass to safety and moving away from the ducks a little more, so as not to scare them, Harrison quivered slightly and curled into a small ball, trying to stop the hysterical laughter which reluctantly rang out of him.