My First Cauldron! Locked to Tonks and members of Leela's household.

[little__riddle]

*Tom wants to be a good host, so when he knows Tonks is coming over, he very carefully pours glasses of milk for her, him, and Leela, and puts cookies on a plate. He manages to bring it upstairs without spilling, but it takes three trips. He has put most of his toys away carefully in his room, but the flashcards and the cauldron set are spread

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[name_of_thorn]

*Thorn hears voices, and loiters in the hall. He seems almost shy now, still overwhelmed with lingering shock over the pile of gifts he recieved for Christmas. He is also slightly embarrassed that what little he had to give people seems to pale in comparison. He is at least wearing some of the new clothes, which makes him awkward as well. The absence of his usual bells leaves him feeling out of sorts, as well as rendering him eerily silent when he moves through the house. He lingers in the half-open doorway, watching.*

[little__riddle]

*Tom waves when he sees him.* You can come in. I haven't drank out of my milk glass yet, if you want it. Tonks is going to teach me potions! *The snake carving is sitting peacefully on Tom's nightstand.*

[name_of_thorn]

"Oh... um... 's orright. I could... get me own. Din't want to intrude, just 'eard voices and all..." *He is feeling very conspicous in these new clothes. He is also utterly terrified of getting them dirty, a thing he never worried over when he was dressed in rags.*

[leela1]

Leela waves him in. "Come on in Thorn, having a party in here." She holds up a plate with some cookies. "I'm just watching Tom and Tonks do some cool stuff with the cauldron. Or at least I will. Wanna join me?" She stands up and pushes the chair away, then sits on the floor not far from where Tom is sitting.

[name_of_thorn]

"If... um... if you're sure 's orright..." *He enters hesitantly, fidgeting with the hem of the hooded sweatshirt he is wearing. These newer gloves are of a thinner material than he is used to, or at least a more finely worked leather, and he is feeling rather exposed overall. He appears to have one of the high-collared shirts on underneath, accustomed to wearing several layers. His footsteps are silent as he shyly slips in. The offer of cookies may have been the final incentive that called him in.*