Finn was hungry and didn't feel like eating alone. He took a seat near the rest of the Slytherins and waited for the food to appear. He hoped it would be a great dinner. while he waited, he took out a quill and some parchment.

Dear Mother,
I was hoping to find out what everyone wanted for Christmas. Have you found out the sex of the baby yet? I hope I could have a little brother to go with my little sister.
Love
Finn

Rasaq was back and feeling great. He was walking past the Slytherin table with a glass of water. He tripped over his own foot slightly, sending some water out of his cup and next to a letter a Slytherin boy was writing. He pulled himself up and the black male said "Oops. My bad dog." His face was blank. His cornrows were touching his back now, and the fuzzy facial hair on his chin was about 1/4 inch out from his chin. He looked to see how the boy would react.

Finn was in too good a mood to get angry. "S'cool..." He smiled. He didn't usually like soul patches, but this kid could pull one off. "You're Rasaq right?" Finn asked, he knew he was, but wanted to make sure. Rasaq was usually quiet in all the classes Finn had with him.

Ras nodded and said "Fa sho. You're uhhh...that Tatupa kid right?" He turned to look at him. He seemed decent sized, but most people seemed small. Rasaq was a big guy now hitting six foot and one hundred seventy-ish pounds, but he used to be about one hundred pounds bigger four years ago. He had luckily lost fat and gained muscle, finally looking great. He still had bit of a belly, but there was more muscle showing on his arms and on the chest now. He wore a white long sleeve tall tee and faded blue jeans. He took a sip from the cup as he waited for a response.

God, Finn thought, Who does this kid think he is? Why would you try to talk like that. He said, "Yeah, that's right." He didn't usually talk to people like Rasaq. He didn't like people who showed off how fit they were by wearing clothes like that. Finn was no slouch himself, but he wasn't as lean as this kid.

Rasaq wiped at his baggy clothes and said looking over the Slytherin's shoulder "Whatcha writin' there man?" Ras was a bit of a lyricist himself and sometimes found other people's work to be quite awe inspiring.

"A letter to my mother..." Finn said, "She's going to have another baby in the spring. She was supposed to find out the sex soon." He paused, not really sure what to say next, "I hope I have a little brother... I already have a little sister..."

He grinned and said "Ya, I got a sis who is two years older then me." He looked down at his white Nikes as he said "She's gotta baby on the way too. She's like three monthes in or something. Already." He wondered how Brenda was gonna deal with it now that the baby's daddy had split once he found out. He really wished he could help his sis but she was a Muggle and he didn't get to see her too often.

"Wow," said Finn. He couldn't imagine having a baby so soon. "Does she know if it's a boy or a girl yet?" Muggles always did have some reason not to tell other people the sex of the baby... He ran his fingers through his long brown hair. He knew it was time for a hair cut.

He shrugged his shoulders. "No clue. All I know is she plans to keep it and raise it." He felt weird saying it because it made it feel like the baby was an object and not a person. He ran his hand over his jeans, feeling his wand in his right pocket. It was weird to think he had gone two monthes without it.

Finn smiled. "Good for her. Is the father around?" He didn't grow up without a father and a part of him was dead because of it. He believed in being responsible for children. Milo was able to help him heal somewhat, but he turned a cold shoulder to him at this point in time.

Rasaq shook his head. "No. He split when he found out about it." He looked down at his shoes then said "But I'ma try to provide for the baby. He will be my nephew, or neice I guess." He grinned and looked up at him. He looked across the people in the hall and ran his hand over his hair.

"That's really nice of you. I wish my mother had a brother like you..." It wasn't common knowledge that his dad wasn't his birth father. He paused, "Anyways, I wish her luck, and I really admire what you're doing."