Fannings House

A slim, semi tall boy sat under a large oak tree in his backyard, leaning against it comfortably. He sighed, the warmth was too much to bear. Especially since the air conditioner was broken in his house. The boy was no other than the only son of the Fanning's, Clyde.

Clyde had the parchment that changed most reader's lives forever sitting beside him, open. He had read the Hogwarts letter, and seeing as he is a pureblood he knew most of it already. But he still got a charge of excitement. A new, clean slate. I can be anyone I want to be. I can be stupid, and a jock to make friends... Or I could stay a hermit. Clyde lazily smiled, an continued sitting under the tree in that same position until he dozed off.

Clyde was returned to the familiar large oak tree, this time looking hardly half as lazy. His brow was still sweating from his dad forcing him to do yard work. His clothes were even sopping wet from his early morning dip in the lake behind his house. Clyde looked quite unpleased with the uncomfortable-ness of the clothes clinging to his body, but, it was almost like a portable air conditioner.

He dozed off after a few minutes of cloud counting, slumped against the tree. His mouth was slightly opened since he had a habit of breathing through his mouth during his sleep, and his head was fall further and further down as he slept.

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