The sun beats gently on your back. Warmth flooded you from every area, from your toes to head. The grass is wet from the morning dew, but you do not mind. It’s just another morning that you can enjoy, alone.
Behind you, children’s voice scream and shout with excitement. You hear mention of Bludgers and Beaters; they must be playing Quidditch.
“Stop cheating, James,” says the loud, high-pitched voice of your cousin Rose.
“Am not,” he yells back.
“Can’t you just get along for once?” Victoire states, her voice solemn and serious. “This fighting, it’s what gets people hurt.”
You wince at the mention of hurt. You can vividly remember last time you played Quidditch, just a week ago. Of course, that was the last Quidditch match you ever played. But you push those awful thought from your mind, and just try to enjoy the peace of the morning.
But the temporary peace doesn’t last long. James is now bullying his little brother.
“Excuse me,” Albus says calmly. “I’m going to leave now.”
“Don’t leave,” Lily whines. “Just because James is a thickhead.”
“No, really,” Albus replies. “I’m going to talk to Dominique.”
“If you say so.”
You hear soft footsteps coming from behind you, most likely those belonging to Albus. There’s a thump next to you as Albus takes a seat next to you.
“Having fun this morning?” he says, his voice youthful and cheerful.
“Yeah,” you reply sullenly.
“Don’t lie to me. I know when people lie, and I can definitely tell that you are not enjoying this.”
“What, is it that Slytherin instinct in you?”
“Yep,” he replies happily, not phased by ridiculing remark.
“Why don’t you enjoy this summer day?” you ask. “After all, it’s the last day of the picnic party.”
“Because I want you to have fun too. Just because you’re –”
“Just because I can’t see,” you reply coldly. “I know. And it’s all thanks to your stupid brother.”
“James is a git,” Albus agrees. “But you can’t let this get to you. It’s the first day of summer, and you enjoy it too.”
“Well, Grandpa just installed one of those Muggle water-spraying devices, that sprunklier. We run though that. I can show it, if you want.”
“I don’t know,” you reply unsurely. It sounded like amazing fun, just too good to be true.
“Come on,” Albus begs. “Please.”
“I guess I’ll go.”
“Great!” Albus exclaims as he grabs you hand and leads you toward the sprunklier. The water feels cool and refreshed. He takes you slowly through. As the cold water hits your toes, you feel joyful. And for the first time in months, you laugh loudly and clearly. And it feel good.