"It's been so long, Selene!" Mrs. Weasley leaned in and hugged Sol's mother. His mother returned the gesture.

"That it has, Molly," after the women hugged, Mrs. Weasley looked at the rest of them- his father, Tom, and Sol and Faye, who her brother was carrying.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and greeted his father with a smile, "How are you, Tom?"

His father raised his hands and did a bunch of signs, leaving Sol to translate, "He says he's doing well!"

"That's great! And how about you, Sol? How's school?"

"About as well as it can be. I'm just glad that this year is much calmer than previous ones."

"Well, sometimes peace brings happiness, and other times, it doesn't. Isn't that right, Faye?" when she called out to Faye, Mrs. Weasley began baby-talking. Mrs. Weasley's move seemed well-received as the latter began to giggle and become chatty. Sol and his family entered the Weasley house or, as it's called, 'the Burrow.'

"Why is it called 'the Burrow'? Aren't burrows usually associated with rabbits-" as he walked inside, Sol saw Percy, George, Fred, Ron, and Ginny talking with Harry and Hermione at the dining table. The pieces finally clicked in Sol's head, "Oh~ I get it…."

"Hey, it's Sol!" Fred yelled out, and the others snapped their heads to look at him.

"Yo!" Sol smiled and calmly greeted them. "What are you guys doing?"

"Well, the parents are talking to each other-" Ron looked behind him, and Sol followed his gaze. His parents were talking with Hermione's parents and the Weasleys. Ron continued, "-we were thinking of playing some Exploding Snap."

Sol walked over and sat Faye down in front of Ginny and Hermione, who began to play with her. "Exploding Snap, eh? Why not play anything else?"

"We would, mate," Fred sighed, "but the Wizarding World is pretty lacking in the fun department."

"Aren't you guys the ones to remedy that?" Sol scoffed, "When you're eventually going to make your joke shop, I expect the both of you to create some good board games."

"We have a bunch of ideas."

"But not enough money to get them working," George finished Fred's sentence.

Sol threw his hands up in surrender, "Can't help you out there."

"How about we get back on track?" Ron coughed to get their attention, "Then what should we play?"

"How about a muggle game?" as the word 'muggle' came out of his words, Hermione and Mr. Weasley perked their ears up.

"Eh, is it going to be any good?" Harry looked unsure.

"Oi, you lived ten years as a muggle; why are you acting otherwise?"

"Let's see what we're playing first and judge later," Hermione chimed in.

"Nice going, Hermione," Sol gave her a thumbs-up.

"So, what are we playing?" George asked.

Sol took out a white box with red patterns on it. He set the small rectangular box on the table and announced, "We're playing poker!"

"Poker?" all the Weasley children had the same puzzled look, while Harry and Hermione at least looked like they had heard of it.

"Yeah, poker. Let me explain the rules; it's not that hard." Sol began explaining the rules, and after five minutes, everyone looked like they more or less understood them.

"Well, then, shall we get playing? I'll be the dealer!" Sol took out the playing cards and began shuffling them adeptly.

"Wait, why are you the dealer?" Harry looked at him in suspicion.

"Ah, that's simple. If I played, I would've destroyed you bunch regardless of who shuffled," Sol's eyes curved into crescents as he smiled. He looked at Ginny, "Isn't that right, Ginny?"

Ginny replied absentmindedly at his blatant show of superiority, "Ah, yeah. I think?"

"Yeah, she agrees!" Sol flicked the cards toward the current six players since Percy refused to play and went back to his room for some 'studying.' Sol set the cards on the table as the players picked their two cards up. The players on the table were: Harry, Hermione, Ron, George, Fred, and Ginny.

"Wait, are we betting?" George asked.

"Yeah, come on, let's bet. It'll spice up the game!" Fred agreed.

"Mom says that gambling is illegal until you're 18," Hermione said matter-of-factly.

"Okay, you guys can bet using only Sickles. The minimum bet is 15 Sickles." He sat down after dealing the cards.

Faye, who was sitting on Ginny's lap, came down and looked at Sol with her big round eyes, "Soul, what are you playing? It's fun. Can I play?" She asked with her childish voice and mispronounced words.

"Ah," Sol looked regretful. "We're playing poker, but-" under his sister's expectant gaze, he used his hands to set a measure. It was just over her height. He continued, "-you have to be this~ tall to play."

Faye walked underneath Sol's palm, but it was just above her head. She wasn't tall enough to play. Puffing her cheeks, she insisted, "I want to play!" After stubbornly repeating, Sol caved in and said, "Fine, if you want to play, I'll have to break the rules a bit." The others could see Sol trying to hold back a laugh. "But, you have to beat me in rock-paper-scissors first."

Faye quickly brightened up, "Okay!" They both took out their hands and shook them.

"Rock-paper-scissors, shoot!" the both of them revealed their hands. Sol used rock while his sister used scissors.

"Again!" Faye insisted again, and Sol acquiesced. They played two more times, and she lost twice again. At this point, Faye was shaking and about ready to throw a tantrum.

Before she could, Sol hurriedly said, "Fine, I'll play you with my left hand, but if you lose, you can't cry about it. You'll have to sit on my lap and watch the others play. Got it?"

With renewed resolve, Faye nodded. They both began shaking their fists once more.

"Rock-paper-scissors shoot!" Faye lost again. Surprisingly, she did not say a word and sat on Sol's lap. But it was clear she was sulking.

"You're so mean, Sol," Ginny felt some pity towards Faye. She felt a bond between them.

"Well, I don't really want her to play poker, you know. Not good for a toddler like her."

"And you're fine with us playing?" Hermione raised a brow.

"Yeah, no regrets. But enough chatting, more betting." They played for half an hour or so before Mrs. Weasley shooed them away from the dinner table to begin preparing dinner.

Sol went upstairs with Fred and George after he left Faye with Hermione and Ginny. Upstairs, they handed him a notebook with wacky colors titled 'Ideas.'

"Uh, am I supposed to read it?" Sol asked.

"Yeah, maybe you can make some of the harder ones in there," Fred and George pushed it towards him.

"Alright," Sol nodded and opened the notebook. He kept reading and sifting through the pages without much change in expression. Fred and George began shifting on their feet from the anxiety. This was not the first time the two showed Sol their ideas, but it was the first time asking him to help out.

After reading through it all, Sol inhaled and exhaled deeply. He looked at the two and said, "There are some great ideas in there. But there's nothing for me to do. You guys had two criteria when you guys wrote these down: ones you can do now and ones you can do later. So, I say I'll help with the harder ones, but you guys are going to do all the other ones. And besides, even if we make them, it's not like you can sell them."

"You got us down to a tee, mate."

"Yeah, so, where do we start from?"

"We'll talk about that later. Let's just enjoy the party now, guys. Your mom's going to call us down any minute now."

As if on cue, the three heard Mrs. Weasley say dinner's ready. Walking down the wooden stairs, they were met with an array of dishes on the dining table. All of them looked appetizing and sumptuous.

After everyone was downstairs, Mrs. Weasley told the kids to take their plates and eat in the dining room while the adults ate at the table. Without many protests, Sol and his friends took whatever they wanted to eat on a plate and moved to the dining room.

"Sol, make sure your sister eats." His mother handed him Faye, and went to eat with the other adults.

Sol spoonfed his sister whatever his mother got for her on a plate and ate as she chewed. The others bantered, and the entire living room felt homely and lively. After eating, they stacked the dishes on the kitchen counter and went back to talking in the living room.

He separated from the group for a while to get both himself and his sister a glass of water when Mr. Weasley approached him.

"Sol, my boy," Mr. Weasley greeted him.

Not knowing why he was looking for him, Sol greeted back, "Mr. Weasley, how can I help you?"

"Could I ask you to let me examine those fascinating cards you have?"

"Uh, sure?" Seeing no reason to refuse, Sol took out the playing cards from his pocket and gave them to Mr. Weasley. The latter took out the cards from the box and marveled at all the symbols.

"Fascinating drawings. They have an odd sense of symmetry if I do say so myself." He looked at Sol with childlike wonder in his eyes, "Were these handmade?"

"No, sir. I believe they're machine-made."

"Brilliant!" The fascination in his eyes grew. "You mean to say a machine made such symmetrical and brilliant drawings? On such a small surface?"

"Yes," Sol nodded.

"Are there more cards like these? Do they have different drawings?"

"Each company draws them differently."

"Then could I ask you to bring me some with different drawings? Don't worry; I'll pay you for your troubles."

Knowing that Mr. Weasley was going to give him Galleons, he wanted to say that no muggle accepted them but decided against it and simply agreed to his request.