Chapter 55: Autism, Shyness, and Peculiar Pets

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"Wow, you were right Albus— turns out: she can talk" The man ruffle the young boy's hair.

"Dad," the boy replied, annoyed.

"Ah, come on son— just messin' with ya"

"Ha, very funny dad, dry humor... bet Uncle Hagrid would be pleased"

"Hmmm..." the man hummed satisfactory. "Now, what's your name?" the man turned to face the girl.

"R- Riley" her voice still sounded rather small.

"Well— why don't you tell us something about yourself"

"I- I have an older sister, I like Dragon, I am a perfectionist, I love Abnormal Psychology— creative writing..." eventually Riley was warming up to these people, going off on a tangent about her favorite things. Eventually telling them what she can recall of her life's memories, her hopes, dreams, and even how she's come to meet some of the most important people in the world, The Guardians.

"Wow, aren't you a little chatter-box" Harry replied, "isn't she Harper?" The woman nodded, stroking something fuzzy in her arms.

Riley, starring at the thing in the women's arm; now stood motionless not uttering a single word.

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