Making magical memories

[Stephen Hunter King]

He barely registered the name and that he did not know anyone called Phoenix, as his mind focused on the apparent fact that he'd known a wizard next door for four years without knowing it. All the lost time of fun bummed him out at the same time as this possibility was exciting, and slightly shocking as this certainly didn't happen every day. After a few moments of just staring and pondering he figure it was far more likely that someone had walked a niffler with some sort of a spell on it than it was that someone walked it openly and just lied to muggles. Hunter dropped the cuddly niffler toy on the bed and without a word rushed off, down the stairs, into the dining room and grabbed one o fthe Daily Prophets on the table in front of his father who was reading Saturday's issue.

"Hunter, don't cut anything out of it, I haven't read it yet!" the man called after him as the boy hurried off and back up the stairs, again without a word.
"And no running in the stairs!" Jacob added a reminder, even though it was quite clear it wouldn't reach the obviously busy mind of the little boy.

Hunter ran all the way back into his room and thrusted the newspaper in Sam's face.
"What's this paper's name? What's on the front page?" he asked eagerly. To a muggle it would appear to be yesterday's issue of The Guardian, with boring modern font styles and static photos. But to a squib, a witch or a wizard it was yesterday's issue of Daily Prophet, with fancy old-timey fonts and moving photos.