Happy Birthday, Calvin!

[evercretin]

Cal,

Happy Birthday, Little Brother. No matter where you wind up, I'm sure you'll find the contents useful. Endlessly proud of you - your wit, your bravery, your burgeoning skill with a beater bat. Here's to another sixteen years of growth. Just don't get any taller.

Cheers,
Dimi

[The bag has been decorated with three metal pins: a trout, a lion and a snake. Inside, Calvin will find a pair of gloves with reinforced knuckles (because it bloody hurts when the bludger hits your hand instead of your bat), leather flying goggles and the above note.]

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[evercreep]

There's a moment of True Horror that crosses Calvin's face when he thinks Dimi might actually sing, and even after dodging that, Calvin wastes a few seconds looking perturbed.

But... that doesn't last. It never lasts that long with Dimi. He hardly thinks at all about who might be watching and what they're thinking when he hugs Dimi. Sadly for his beloved older brother, Calvin is definitely not done growing.