Phineas Hyperion was six, he liked toy cars, the colour red and waffles. His dad worked with books and brought home stories to read to him, his mum well, she protected people. He had an elder sister who was going to Hogwarts next year, and two younger siblings that were very loud. Phineas went by Finn, he could spell Finn but his full name was harder. He could write Dory and Mum and Dad too, but he needed to copy Nik and Bri off of another piece of paper. He couldn’t remember how to write anyone’s full name but that didn’t matter because he didn’t need to know how to do that yet. His dad was teaching him to read, and Mum helped sometimes too. He could count to a hundred if he tried very hard, and Dory was trying to teach him to do other things with numbers. Because everyone was teaching him he tried to teach the twins how to talk, though it didn’t work. They just stared at him, blabbered to him in baby talk that made no sense and pulled his head and grabbed his fingers. He decided he liked having younger siblings, because when Dory went to Hogwarts he would still have people to play with. Even if Mum said they were a little bit little to play with. Phineas Hyperion was six, he had a brother and two sisters. He had no grandparents but he loved his parents very much. He could recite the colours of the rainbow and he would start school after the summer. Phineas Hyperion was six.
