The Circus children
Ron stared with wide eyes as the circus kids drew up just short of them, the one in the front thrusting out a hand covered in tattoos of roses and snakes. “Good morning ma’am,” he said genially, shaking the Weasley matriarchs’ hand. “I’m Liam Rakkar, and these are my siblings and friends. We’ll be your guides today,” he bowed his head, and the girl behind him spoke. “I’m Scar Rakkar. This is my twin, Will,” she gestured to the boy beside her, who waved cheerfully. “He doesn’t talk. He was born with a defect in his throat that doesn’t let him,” Will nodded along with her, pointing in the air and lighting the tip of his finger on fire. Ron’s eyes grew enormous as he started to write in the air with his pointer finger, the fire staying suspended in mid-animation. Good evening, Mrs. Weasely, Mr. Weasely. “How did you do that?” Ron blurted out, too distracted to heed his mother’s immediate chastise. Magic Will wrote simply, before waving his hand and letting the fire disperse into columns of smoke. “I’m Kyle,” “And I’m Ani,” the two youngest Rakkar’s stepped up, bowing and curtsying in turn. Ani had a flower crown made of roses and poppies on her head, while Kyle had a black cape on his shoulders. The fabric seemed to move of its own accord, and Ron was so distracted by it he nearly missed the two in the back stepping up. “I’m Leonardo, call me Leo though. This squirt here is my brother, Harry, and that’s Kitty, the Ringmaster’s daughter,” he reached out and tousled the hair of the kid Ron had thought was a girl. Apparently not.
Harry scowled, stepping aside and batting Leo’s hand aside. “I can speak for myself y'know. Where’we going first?” he looked towards Liam, but before the eldest Rakkar could respond, Ron blurted out a question, “Aren’t you a girl?” he asked, pointing at Harry’s skirt. This time, he was all too aware of his mother’s swat to the back of his head, and her exclamation of “Ronald Weasely, be nice!”. He ducked down, blushing and rubbing the back of his head, where it stung. Harry however, only giggled. “I’m a boy. I just like wearing skirts. They’re very swishy. And my papa says that we should stop forcing clothes to mean what gender you are. Kitty!” the toddler in his arms suddenly squirmed off, only to be roped in again by a shimmering black light, which turned out to be attached to Will. “Come back here. Your dad’ll hang me up in the Big Top if he finds out you’re on your own,” Harry scolded, crouching to gather the toddler back into his arms again. Liam rolled his eyes. “He won’t hang you up in the Big Top, Harry. He’ll just give you a scolding for that and let your dads know. Come on, let’s go see the Sideshow tent, Joyce should be done her act in an hour,”