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Hatchetfield Hogwarts - 2

When John woke up he almost thought the night before was a dream. He glanced over at his nightstand before sitting up suddenly as he saw the letter and he realized it wasn't a dream and he was actually going to Hogwarts. He jumped out of bed, read over the acceptance letter again, and started bouncing around the room to celebrate. After he was rid of some of the excited energy, he put the letter back down and started rushing around his room to get ready for the day. He quickly brushed his caramel hair, washed his face, got dressed in a dark blue shirt and grey pants, and brushed his teeth because he hated morning breath.

     After getting ready, John left his room and dashed down the stairs into the kitchen where Wilbur was cooking something with another man, as a third guy sat at the table and talked. John recognized them immediately.

     "Grandpa Owen! Grandad Curt!" John cheered as he dashed over to Curt, who was closest to the door.

     "Johnny-Boy, hey! Morning, bud!" Curt said as he spun in his seat to pull John into a tight hug. As soon as Curt released John from the hug, Owen swept him up in another one.

     "Hello, dear. How are you on this happy birthday?" Owen asked as John smiled.

     "I'm good," John said before his dad also picked him up in a hug for a moment before putting him down.

     "You're about to be even better, I've got breakfast done," Wilbur said, gesturing for John to go sit down at the table, which John happily did.

     "Finally, I'm starving," Curt said as John sat in one of the seats next to him.

     "I told you to grab a breakfast bar before we left," Owen said as he sat down on Johns' other side.

     "I didn't realize you'd take so long," Curt joked as Wilbur sat down a plate in front of John and Owen. John smiled as he saw the golden waffles, topped with a scoop of ice cream, some whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and rainbow sprinkles. Wilbur returned to the table with Curts' and his plates. He sat in the seat opposite John as he handed Curt his plate.

     John grabbed his fork and was about to dig into his birthday breakfast until he felt someone nudge his foot under his table. He looked up at his grandpa Owen who winked and then looked over to Curt. John smiled- having grown up seeing dozens of scenarios when Owen or Curt would subtly gain his attention, then mess with the other- and took a bite from his breakfast as Curt got a large bite of waffle with a decent amount of ice cream and toppings balanced on his fork. Before Curt could sink his teeth in, Owen muttered ' Accio waffle ' and Curts' forkful of food flew into Owens' mouth and Curts' teeth clanked down on the fork, as he hadn't noticed at first. His eyes shot open in surprise and he looked down at his plate to see if he'd dropped the food, before looking between John, Owen, and Wilbur in confusion. John could tell his dad was trying not to laugh- like him- but Owen was holding it together just fine.

     "Is something wrong, Love?" Owen asked around a mouthful of food. John and Wilbur both started laughing- Wilbur coughing a bit as he'd been eating- as Curt seemed to finally connected the dots.

     "Oh," Curt said simply, causing Wilbur and John to start laughing even harder. Owen and Curt looked between Wilbur, John, and each other before they also started laughing.

     When they finally stopped laughing and got back to eating, a thought occurred to John.

     "I thought you wouldn't be here until later," John said around a mouthful of food, looking between his dad and his grandparents.

     "That's one of the advances of being ex-spies. We can sneak out of work and get here earlier than planned," Curt joked.

     "We also got your gift earlier than planned, meaning we could leave sooner," Owen added. John nodded for a second before looking up curiously.