Kenny McCormick and 7 years of train rides. (South Park in Hogwarts.)

Father?

My favourite song ATM is Gorgeous by Taylor Swift. I don't know why I mentioned that. Oh and also, sorry for using the bad guys so much. This is practice for Kyman, so, I mean, I gotta have villains.
~Eko.
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I sit at the dinner table. As always, the only clear noises are the music playing and the clock ticking, maybe a neighbour doing something stupid every now and again but it's mostly just the music... it's piano, nice...

"How was work?" Mother asks father.

"The same as always, it's been awfully quiet since the Azkaban breakout," Father says.

Ike finishes his food quicker than any of us even take it.

"Ike. Aren't you going to stay?" Mother asks, louder than I'd like. Sure. It's all fine and all but... as someone with very good hearing...

"Mother, I'd rather not," Ike says.

He pushes the chair back to where to was and gets the dishes into the sink.

"Dear, could you-?" Mother asks.

Before she's even done, Ike starts washing the dishes.

"Thank you," Ike says, after washing the dishes for a few minutes.

He goes out of the room.

"Ike," I say.

"Yeah?" Ike asks.

"Don't forget to smile a little," I say.

"Nothing to smile about," Ike says.

I roll my eyes.

"Just try," I say.

"I will," he says.

His steps go up the stairs and afterwards, absolutely nothing.

"Kyle. How has school been?" Mother asks.

Oh complete shit, my best friends keep loosing memories and our dada professor looks like a missing muggle but with a tan.

"I would assume that means classes. I haven't got a problem," I say.

She nods.
I'm fairly certain most families aren't this awkward. But hey, inbred people are always complete shit... how do I still amuse myself with jokes about inbreeding? I've made them since I learned what the word meant! Which was when I was maybe six.... seven? At most eight. I learned it just after learning about sex which would leave it at seven.

"Is there anything else going on then?" Mother asks.

"A lot," I say.

I keep staring down at the table. I am not hungry.

"I heard you didn't go to quidditch try outs," Mother says, despaired for a conversation.

"I had to do too much with reading to really bother in all honestly," I say.

I shrug.