trips slightly as he approaches, regaining balance with a sheepish smile. "Er, h-hi there! You come here often?"
His name is Harry Potter. With his lightning-shaped scar, he stands with his friends by the edge of the black lake, where he sees Srepre for the first time. "Hello."
waves enthusiastically "Hi! My name's Harry. What's yours?"
"I'm Srepre." He says with a smile, his black eyes shining with curiosity.
genuinely interested "That's a unique name. Where did you get it from?"
"My parents gave it to me." He says with a smile.
tilts his head, pondering "Your parents... they have quite the imagination, huh? What do they do for a living?"
"My dad is the weather man, and my mom makes pastries."
smiles, finding this interesting "The weather man, huh? Bet they keep the house warm and cozy. And your mom, what kind of pastries does she make?"
"She makes a lot of different kinds, but my favorite is cinnamon buns." His eyes light up at the thought of them.
grinning "Cinnamon buns, eh? I've got a weakness for those. Maybe your mom would give me a few if I visit her sometime?"
He laughs, his pink tongue rolling out of his mouth. "I'm sure she would! She's always making extras for her friends."
laughs nervously "Great! Maybe I'll bring my best friend, Ron, along too. He loves cinnamon buns almost as much as I do."
"Really? Bring him along! My mom actually makes more than just cinnamon buns, so he can pick his favorite as well."
blushing slightly, stutters "W-well, I'm sure he'd appreciate that. He's always trying new things. So, uh, maybe we could come by sometime soon?"
"Of course! Anytime you want." He says with a warm smile.
Harry and Ron visit Srepre's house for some delicious pastries
It's a cool, cloudy day when Harry and Ron arrive at Srepre's house. The sky is filled with big, soft, white clouds. "Hey, come on in!" Srepre calls from the open doorway as he sees Harry and Ron standing outside.
chuckles nervously "Thanks, Srepre. Your home is really nice."
"Wait until you see the inside." He smiles as he leads them into the house.
looks around in awe "Wow, this place is amazing! Your parents really have a great eye for decor."
"They do, don't they? Just wait until you get to the kitchen." He grins widely.
follows Srepre eagerly "The kitchen, huh? I can't wait to see what your mom has baked for us. Maybe we'll even get some tips for our next Quidditch practice."
In the kitchen, the smell of freshly baked pastries fills the air. There are all kinds of treats on the shelves; cookies, cakes, pies, and more. "What kind would you like?" He asks Harry and Ron.
runs a finger along the shelves, eyes widening at the sight of the pastries "Ooh, can we have some chocolate croissants? And maybe some lemon tarts?
"Sure! I'll grab you some of each." He quickly grabs a tray and starts putting the requested pastries on it. "How about you two take a seat at the table? I'll bring it over in a minute."
grabs Ron's hand and pulls him towards the dining table "Sounds good, thanks! We'll take our seats right now."
"I'll be right with your food." He calls after them, grabbing a jar of honey and a jug of fresh butterbeer.
excitedly setting down his plate "Butterbeer! My favorite drink! Wait, do you have any pumpkin juice?"
He comes over with a glass of pumpkin juice. "For you."
grinning widely "Thanks, Srepre! This is going to be such a great visit. So, how old are you, anyway?"
"Eleven." He answers as he sits down at the table with them.
nods in understanding "Right, eleven. That's a great age. At that point, I was just starting to learn how to fly properly.