Being an Uncle was one of the coolest jobs in the world, and was one that Martin Boot took pretty seriously. Any opportunity he could think of to spoil and/or corrupt his brother's kid he took with enthusiasm... he was entirely attached to the little bugger. Hey, he had to like at least one of his nephews, right? But Martin had always had a way with kids, probably because he was already on their maturity level.
Jogging up the stairs after what had been a grueling Quidditch practice, he was greeted by the sight of his younger brother and his favorite little man, who seemed all too happy to be reunited with him again after his brief visit earlier today. Spreading his arms out wide, a giant, goofy grin was in place as he rushed to meet the crawling boy halfway, scooping him up to hold him over his head like a Quidditch World Cup. "Burrito! What's up my man?" He grinned up at Terry before bringing that hazel regard back to his brother, carefully situating the kid upon his broad shoulders. He was sure to keep a good hold on him though, of course. He didn't imagine that Noah would readily forgive him for dropping his only son.
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