Age Plot: Harry & Rodolphus Who: Harry Potter & Rodolphus Lestrange Where: Woodbridge Rd When: Sunday lunchtime What: Rod isn't afraid to speak the unpleasant truths
Harry had decided that although there were things he still didn't quite understand about his life as a wizard, there were things that he was definitely looking forward to, and one of those was Quidditch. He'd been flying a few times now with various friends or relatives or, at least, relatives-to-be, and it. was. incredible. He felt a little more confident about the whole thing now because, well, if he could do that without having to be taught, maybe the whole magic thing would come just as easily. People certainly seemed to think it would.
He'd been given a practice Snitch and told that he could play with it as long as he was the one to go after it if it got lost. So far though he'd managed not to let it get far. He sat on the garden wall while he waited for lunch to be ready, looking out onto the street, and amused himself by letting it go and catching it again while he watched the people pass by. Some people waved at him and he waved cheerfully back, whether he recognised them or not. He was starting to realise that he would eventually get to know nearly everyone who lived here.