Broken Boulder chalcedony

He could have done without being introduced to the feline species. They stank, they stole, they pestered, and they were loud. It made him feel like a cranky old man. He had purposely been staying as far away as he could from them and Sirius had joined him, staying along the outskirts of the territory. He had met Olive, his stepmother which strangely enough he didn't seem to be bothered by calling her such. They hadn't really spoken much outside of small talk, her focus had been on Sirius at the time which he didn't blame her for and had dismissed himself from the scene.

Now he sat by the stream, staring into the water at a particularly flashy rock trying to figure out how to grab it without drowning himself in the process.