The plan had worked like a dream. Apparently it had never crossed Roger's mind that there might be other children his age to play with. Immediately he had declared to the other boy to watch what he could do, then stood on his hands with an accomplished air about him.
Taking advantage of the distraction, James had struck off in the lead to their next destination with Cale reluctantly trailing along and making a point to strike up a conversation more with Madeleine than with his fellow dorm mate.
By the time they had climbed up to the box where their tickets had landed them a spot, James was loaded down with as many souvenirs as his pocket money could buy. Among them was a rosette that cheered on Puddlemere for him whenever he prodded it, a trick wand that shot of small, harmless fireworks, and a box of over-sized bertie bott's.
Spotting Albus sitting with Scorpius (he couldn't believe his brother had invited Malfoy along!), James made straight for the available seats farthest from them and took his place.
Cale chose one seat over, making certain that he'd have Madeleine as his Potter buffer. He'd already bought his souvenirs and left most of them with his brother.
"Do you have to do that?" he asked, giving James an annoyed glance as the other Gryffindor shot off another firework.
"'Course," was the immediate, somewhat distracted reply.