Golden Flower of Hogwarts

Philosopher's 4

The chaos died down with the arrival at the Lindsay household, the three boys were upstairs with the loot while the adults were downstairs talking about the upcoming term. Some posters featured various animated series as well as some musicals and band posters lined the walls, a star chart and telescope were by the window and a desk was covered with art supplies while the drawers were filled with who knows what.

"Make yourselves at home," Chrys said before moving his new trunk to the middle of the room.

Dudley walked around and looked at the bookshelves that were filled with varying topics; draconic language, Egyptian history, and horror novels, he turned and looked over at the cello that was settled beside the bed. "I...didn't know you played." He muttered lightly.

Chrys wasn't looking up from folding his robes to put away. "I've been in the junior band back at the muggle school, remember?"

"I thought that was a one-time elective thing." He sat beside the two watching them pack. "Didn't think you'd go the full yards with it."

"Well, even though I'll be inheriting the family tailoring shop, I want to make a career out of the cello first." Chrys finished putting his robes away before grabbing his books, well his school books, and the manga that also filled his bookshelves. "It's just something I knew I would want in my future."

Harry looked at Chrys and watched him pack. "Are you sure you'll be able to fit everything inside?"

"Watch me." Chrys grabbed his new wand and went through his room; he stopped at the cello and moved. "Reducio!" the cello shrunk before the boys, Chrys just smiled and placed it in a bag that would be for marbles.

That is if he hadn't been putting his marbles in glass vases, now he had an empty pouch to put everything big inside of it. His hazel eyes were glowing as he continued this; going to everything big of his and shrinking it down to size. His telescope and charts, favorite posters, his bookshelf even. Both Harry and Dudley looked at each other nervously before looking back at Chrys who happily placed his pouch of belongings into the trunk with his books, robes, and other supplies for the school year.

"Was...Was that allowed?" Harry choked out finally.

Chrys shrugged. "Oh please what are they going to do if it wasn't? I'll probably just get a slap on the wrist since I'm a kid."

"Chrysanthos Lindsay, Harry Potter, get down here now." Eloise's voice rang out.

The three boys froze up lightly and looked at each other; hearing the full name of any parent immediately brought dread to their hearts. Usually when the tone Eloise used was brought up, it was usually in the case of a bad test result from lack of studying, a terrible report card, or anything of that nature. Staying upstairs and remaining quiet wouldn't do anyone good, it would only prolong The Talk, the inevitable talk. Slowly, they got up and made their way downstairs.

The adults were conversing like Eloise hadn't used the infamous Tone, they were seated around the living room with a golden owl and snow owl sitting on a set of perches and grooming each other while the adults were indulging in tea and pumpkin pasties.

"Alright, you're right, it's been an amazing trip there." Petunia laughed, her laughter stopped when she saw the three boys on the landing. "Ah, right on time." Her voice became stern. "Sit."

Wordlessly, the two young wizards sat on the floor across from the family and leaned back lightly on the wall. Alister set the cup he was holding down and gave them a stern look that caused them to avoid eye contact altogether.

"How's packing coming along?" Alister asked calmly. "Got everything together? Robes? Books? Your pewter cauldron? Wands even?" he watched the two boys tense up at the word wands.