Seamus and Ron had barely started their game when a young first year student Harry didn't know ran over. He was about average height for his age and a little scrawny with red hair and hazel eyes.
"I wanna play. I wanna play. I wanna play." He started whining in an obnoxiously high voice.
"Harry, tell your brother to go away," said Seamus in exasperation. "He's always trying to but in on us." Harry was taken aback.
"Brother?" He mumbled softly to himself, startled by this new revelation. Seamus didn't seem to notice.
"Ya, you know your little brother John." He turned to the kid. "Hey, bug off will ya," he barked at the boy. "Can't you hang out with someone you're own age."
"But I wanna hang out with you!" The kid whined. "No one wants to be around me."
"Gee, I wonder why that would be," replied Seamus in an annoyed tone. "Maybe if you weren't so obnoxious you would have some friends. Now leave us alone." The started sniffling, and then turned and ran sobbing to the first years dormitory.
"Thank God he's gone," said Seamus. "Now where were we. What!?" Ron had gotten up and was following John.
"You wouldn't understand," was his only reply. "You have to have an older brother to understand."
"What's his problem?" Seamus asked Harry. "The kid needed to hear it. He can spend time with you when you go home tomorrow. Now, wanna start a game?"
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