Who: Kingsley & OPEN Where: Forest line What: Playtimes When: After school lets out Rating: PG!
It there was one word to adequately describe the eight year old Kingsley Shacklebolt, it was curious. His mind was a sponge for knowledge, and Kingsley just wanted to learn everything. He was the type of child who constantly asked 'why', but knew exactly what he was asking, and remembered the answer. Kings simply wanted to learn. He was a bright and excitable young boy, and magic was absolutely thrilling him. His wand was still a twig, but it was making do. Lastor was impressed, and he was pretty sure Bumblebee was. And everyone said they were the two best wizards here. That logically meant Kingsley was pretty close to being the third best wizard here. In Advena Magia, or wherever they were. Kingsley had stopped pining for his parents, and begun to enjoy his new life. It really hadn't taken the young boy long to adapt, and it wouldn't be terrible long until he started calling Alastor 'Dad', and forgetting all about his true parents. A parent wasn't a stranger, after all. To be a parent one must be there and raising the child. For now, in all the ways which counted, Alastor Moody was Kingsley Shacklebolt's father.
After classes had ended, Kingsley had nearly ran out of the classroom. It was Friday, which meant it was the weekend! Although he liked learning, he also liked sleeping in and playing all day. He didn't notice Moody around, but that was fine. Kingsley was going dragon hunting today. His "lost and found" helmet was shoved into his knapsack, and his "wand" was tucked into his back pocket. Kingsley had a wooden, and therefore useless, knife in his knapsack as well, but it worked just the same as a sword with proper imagination. Kings ran behind the castle, and put on his uniform. He was now an eight-year-old wearing a ridiculously too large helmet, and holding nothing more than a stick up to a tree. His dragon, his enemy.
"Be gone ye dragon! Else the Great King will slay you!" Kingsley turned around and drew his sword, hitting it against the helpless tree.