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Mar 2 2018, 02:39 PM   Link Quote
Where was it?

JR tore through the papers in his trunk and they were flying all over the place. Pieces of parchment went all over, but JR didn't care about those. He was on his knees, digging through the tattered old trunk the young man had owned since finding out he was a wizard and his father had first taken him to Diagon Alley. The piece of paper he was looking for was not parchment though; it was notebook paper that his father had left a reciepe on long ago and JR was sure he had safely put it in a binder - until of course, he couldn't find it. Not that the lion had ever really been good with organization, that was what his friends had always helped him with. His style of organization had always been remember where something was put and that was all he needed.

Besides, he doubted his new Ravenclaw friend would help him as much as his lost friend had at organization. Now was not the time to think or dwell on this, nor did JR really care. His piercing green eyes scanned another piece of paper, before throwing it over his shoulder. Not it. He sighed softly. He was nearing the bottom of his trunk and there was no such luck in finding the piece of paper he wanted. Where else was he supposed to look? JR rubbed his forehead with the back of his arm. It was warm in the dorms, even if it was not quite spring outside yet. For this reason, JR was shirtless. Besides, shirts were itchy and pointless unless one was cold. It had always been that way for the runner.

Shifting back on his legs, thinking, JR paused to try and remember where he might have stashed the piece of paper with the recipe. As he thought about it, he picked up some paper that was clearly a note had kept from Kiss. His lips morphed into a slight smile. He missed her, since she was so busy with life and classes; and anything else a teenaged girl might find herself in, but the thought of her always made him smile and he knew his heart belonged to her even if there wasn't anything official to say they were together. One day, perhaps. He had every intention of marrying the Gryffindor girl one day.

JR stood as an idea came to him, getting up and going to his nightstand, pulling out a stack of different papers. His eyes scanned a few of them before the right piece of paper he was looking for and breathed an audible sigh of relief as he found it. A stray thought came to rewrite the recipes; but there was something about them being in his father's handwriting that hit home for the boy. So much so that he had never gotten around to it. JR put it on the bed before leaning down to start picking up the mess he had made all over his portion of the dorm. As he did, he heard the door open and close. He looked up curiously and grinned as his eyes traveled up the black clothing and then blonde hair - even before he had fully recognized who had come in; he knew it was Erik Dwight.

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Mar 2 2018, 03:57 PM   Link Quote
The first rays of spring sunlight were an immediate invitation for Erik to abandon all shirts with long sleeves, although he already wore those rather rarely. He did not like the constricting feeling of them - and to be fair, the t-shirts he owned had the better motifs than those lame, black sweatshirts or the striped jumpers that reminded him of his earliest days at Hogwarts when he had still been wearing the terrible clothes his mother so lovingly picked for him: knitted, striped sweaters in all rainbow colours combined with dungarees as it had been her approach to muggle fashion. Those had been abandoned as soon as he had found something that could be called a style and apparently consisted of shirts with lewd sayings - much like the black t-shirt he was wearing right now: Wear black or stay naked. Of course the only logical course of action was to err through the castle on his way to the Gryffindor tower to surprise his boyfriend - who would most likely opt for stay naked rather than wear black. Not that Erik minded, finding the staircase after several wrong turns and jogging up those stairs. Though jogging was a statement that could easily be stretched, as he was trying to breathe as steadily as possible once he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.

She was giving him a judgemental stare - as usual - before asking for the password that pearled over pierced lips with ease, a smirk accompanying his words. Her gaze only became more judging, as the painted lady knew he was no Gryffindor and yet had to let him in as he knew the password. “Thank you,” Erik hummed as the portrait swung aside to let him in, crossing the common room without even glancing aside. At least he had left his kitten in the dorm today, as the fat ball of fur was never quite as font of trips to the lion’s den as his owner. The only disadvantage were all those stairs he had to climb, probably meant to the Gryffindors’ constant need of moving. For runners like JR, those might be fun, but Erik wanted to die on the last three steps in front of his destination, wiping the back of his gloved hand over his forehead before pushing the door open.

To his surprise, it wasn’t Quincy in there, but JR. At least it always gave him a reason to stay. When his boyfriend wasn’t occupying his dorm, there was still a chance of running into his best friend - as well as chances of running into Felix, which was pleasant as well. The problematic factors were Nilsson, McMahon and Yaxley, but none of them was around. “Hej!” he greeted, coughing once before wandering towards the much taller young man and dropping himself on the boy’s bed, hands placed on his thighs. “Are you going for spring time cleaning already?” he asked, eyebrows getting raised as his gaze fell on his best friend’s bare chest. “Seriously, I wasn’t prepared for this yet, it’s fucking March!” But the small eagle laughed as he poked JR’s chest for a moment, before dull, green eyes fell back on all the papers that were lying around - not quite sure what all the mess was about.

Pulling his boots on the bed, he could not quite contain his curiosity and reached for the piece of paper that had been tossed their earlier, pulling it closer towards him. If it were something top secret, JR wouldn’t have it lying around for everyone to see, right? His eyes wandered over the writing, already considering to toss it away again before he paused, freezing for a moment. In the mess or words, there was a name - and it was the surname that made him inhale sharply for a moment, his gaze wandering towards JR before he tossed the document onto the floor where his friend was cleaning the mess. Leander. A name that was rare enough to be noticed, although not one he carried himself - not yet, as his mother was working on it for a while, trying to release them from the burden of the Dwight name.

“The fuck’s that?” he asked, and in this moment, his voice turned more hoarse than he wanted it to be.

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Mar 2 2018, 10:56 PM   Link Quote
[R] Mention of murder

The young man ignored the jabs his friend sent his way as JR continued to clean the mess around him. Haphazardly, the pieces of notebook paper and parchment combined went back into a stack and then into the tattered old trunk - it was no wonder why things had been lost in the first place. The system was something only JR would understand, so for that reason alone it was a good thing no one else would be going into the trunk. He swatted at the hand that poked his chest, also grinning. Of course there were glamour charms on his skin, covering the scars etched into his skin, but this was not something JR focused on at the moment. "It's definitely warm enough in here for no shirt, dude." The laughter of the two boys seemed to echo off the walls in the dorm room, happiness all about.

His head shot up at Erik's tone, the smile and laughter fading away into confusion. "What do you mean?" he questioned, picking up the puece of paper. What could have caught his friend's attention so much that he was suddenly upset? At this point in their friendship JR could tell when Erik was not happy; and something definately was not right here. His brows knit together as JR picked up the form and sat back on his legs again. His heart dropped the moment his green eyes scanned the letter.

It was the official notice from the Ministry of Magic that his father had passed away. In all honesty, JR couldn't believe he still had it. Emotions ran through the lion, and he tried to take a calming breath, even as his his heart beat was starting to speed up and his palms started feeling slightly sweaty. Clutching the paper in his fingers, JR looked up to Erik. "This is the official notice my father died in a fire and that she would be my new guardian." The she caught in his throat and it hurt to think about, even though she was dead now. It still hurt, the memory of her was enough to make him crazy.

His eyes went back to the parchment before tossing it away from him as though it had burned him. "Not worth keeping," he muttered, glancing at Erik again. "Kilsha later told me she was the one who had set the fire and killed him, too." He shook his head, sighing softly. "She was pretty crazy, Erik. I dunno what else to tell you."

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Mar 3 2018, 01:08 PM   Link Quote
JR did not even seem to be surprised to find Erik in his dorm. After a year of regular visits, it was probably becoming more regular and expected that he would be here, either to seek the tall lion’s company or to lounge on his boyfriend’s bed in various indecent states - honestly, the Swede hoped JR never saw something he had not been supposed to see. It wasn’t like he was deliberately attracting voyeurs, although he had to admit that Quincy and him had been making an unnecessary show out of kissing before when they had known people were watching. It was the thrill of the rush; the sudden kick of adrenaline - in a more harmless way than getting in serious trouble by Kiana’s side after all. JR and him had been down this road before, a trip to the forbidden forest ending in dramatic encounters with fucking acromantulas. At least such creatures wouldn’t await him in here. The boy recognised some of the papers lying around as official documents of the Ministry of Magic, which was rare enough. He only recognised them given his father worked for the Ministry and had brought work home back when he had still been living with them - binders upon binders littering a desk that was out of reach for Erik; forbidden territory he had not dared to enter.

He tried not to think about it too much, rather focusing on his best friend and snorting quietly. “Fair point, usually it’s warm enough in here to drop all clothes,” Erik informed him with a wink - a tried and tested truth, after all. Moments later, he wished they could have stayed at the gentle back and forth of topics, the casual jabs rather than those painful incisions he had not been asking for. But for once he tried to keep his impulses under control, as jumping to conclusions would not do him any good. Instead, he was going to listen - sometimes he was good at that, letting the other person talk and soak up information. It was easier than talking about himself, and therefore often preferable to every other situation. Last spring, he had seen his best friend’s scars and he had been given a part of the story. This here was another chapter, yet one that hit too close home to deal with it just now - not after he had learned that he had a fucking brother. A piece of information he was still carefully hiding from the rest of the world, mind you.

The story JR had to tell was a violent one, one that gave Magnus Leander every reason to erase his other two children from the family tree: Beren Leander who had broken up his arranged marriage without having any heirs to marry a muggle woman and have six halfblood children with her, and Kilsha Leander - a name like a whisper in the air, something Erik had never quite recalled until now. None of this made sense. He did not want to hear about murder and all-devouring flames, as all he cared about in this moment was the name of his family. JR could not know - or could he, given that Erik’s cousins were at Hogwarts? He doubted it, as he barely spent time with Liljan and Kiljan. Still, there was a sudden age of anger in his voice as his pale finger jabbed onto the paper his friend had abandoned again, a sudden spark of defiance in his otherwise always so dull eyes.

“Leander. Your mother’s last name was Leander,” he said, not quite as calm as he wanted to sound. He swallowed, carefully thinking about his next steps. “She has two siblings, right? An aunt and an uncle she never mentioned to you? Their names are Greta and Beren, your grandparents have never seen your face because you have been born as a halfblood. Leanders don’t do stains in their line, it always leads to being erased from the bloodline and the family tree immediately.” Those were facts, not accusations, leaving his lips one after another while he was trying to patch the pieces together. First a brother, now another cousins - the Norns must be enjoying themselves while twisting the threads of his life over and over again until he wanted to use them as a noose to hang himself. With a sudden movement, he got up, walking a two steps away until he paused at the window - arms crossed, his back towards JR.

“My mother’s name is Greta, and she is your mother’s sister.”

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Mar 3 2018, 01:55 PM   Link Quote
Coldness filled the air, the warmth between the two boys vanishing. It was like the sun itself had set and there was no light left in sight. As much as JR heard his friend trying to stay calm, he could also feel that whatever this meant, whatever Erik knew was about to change their relationship and to be perfectly honest, JR was not ready for this. His green eyes lowered to the paper Erik had picked up and thrust back towards him; the one that had come to JR when he was fourteen, on the Hogwarts Express, speeding back towards London. The lion attempted to put on a brave face, but the memory came anyway.

The huge black owl that had pecked at the window, Kiska opening it as Liam and JR watched with curiosity. JR had opened the letter with shaking hands and then at the end of the letter lied to his friends about the contents before stuffing it in his pocket. Of course, he had been quiet the rest of the train ride and Kiss's hug had been extra tight before she left with her family that day. JR looked around, trying to find anyone that might also be looking for someone they had never met before in their lives. After most of the crowd had thinned out, after his friends were already gone, a woman had come to introduce herself as Kilsha Leander and that had been the end of the life JR had ever known.

Shaking his head violently, JR's voice cut through Erik's story. "No, No, No, No. This can't be true." Yet, the words on the Ministry paper confirmed that Kilsha's last name was Leander - and why would Erik lie to him now? After all they had been through. Yet, denial wrapped around his body like a snake, turning the coldness in the room into something that was burning hot, prickling at his skin and clawing at his throat, causing the lump to form. "No, nonono," he whispered, his eyes still on the paper. This couldn't be happening to him. Not again. Life was changing and change hurt. In fact, JR knew what was next - within moments he would be heading out the door.

Yet, as the last blow struck and Erik quieted, the lion lifted his green eyes to his friend catiously. He rested back on his legs again, his fingers crumpling the paper he was holding. Erik was not looking at him and JR swallowed hard; feeling like this was the end of the friendship that had formed over the last year. "I-I didn't know, Erik," he finally offered up quietly, moving to stand. Erik had been the one to teach him to go to people and hug them, but in this moment, JR hesitated. If Erik wasn't even looking at him, the chances of him wanting to be touched by JR was very slim.

Still, the battle within was overrun and determined - his friend was hurting. So, shoving away everything else - JR's own pain, his own hurt, his own screaming thoughts to run - the lion moved forward and rested a hand on Erik's shoulder. Licking his lips, he spoke again, "Just because she was a monster doesn't mean the rest of her family was." Or maybe they were, if they didn't want to see him only because JR wasn't a pureblood. He didn't know. This was uncharted territory for the young man and he would have to think about it later. Right now though, only Erik mattered. "What happens now?" he asked quietly, looking out the window over Erik's head towards the grounds, silently saying a prayer to whatever deity was out there that he would be able to keep the other boy as his friend.

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Mar 4 2018, 11:31 AM   Link Quote
There was an odd feeling of void that came over Erik every time all those things he was feeling became too overwhelming to process any more - an emotion that resembled the way snow covered a meadow with the first blossoming flowers in spring; muting all sounds and making sure that nothing moved underneath the blanket of ice. It was the exact feeling that ran down his spine, slowly freezing the blood in his veins and freezing all his thoughts the moment he had finished his short history of the Leander family. Only then he realized that he had never been burdened with a reason to talk about his family before: how they acted like they were one of the more liberal-minded families while they would never quite reach the level of Avalon’s family. His friend had always been a pillar of support for each of his stupid stunts, mostly because if there was any family that was truly open-minded in the pureblood society, it was the Yaxley branch with all their flaws that had never kept them from gaining enough power to rule whole empires. The Leanders were different, as they stayed with their own kind, not branching out into the muggle world. Based in Sweden, staying close by or returning had always been encouraged - and Erik’s mother had already broken that rule by letting William Dwight move them to Scarborough instead.

Their business was laying in the trade of magical artifacts, the very same that littered the mansion of his grandparents: portraits, vases, enchanted candle holders and everything that was either energized with a curse or a charm or of enough value to be interesting. These items had a story, and once upon a time, Erik had cared about these stories. He did not any more, maybe because his mother’s passion for her small flower shop in Scarborough she had given up once they moved back had been more contagious than caring about dusty vases and fruit plates. How JR fit the whole image was a mystery to Erik, but it was hard to process that the boy who had picked him up in a dirty hallway was supposed to be his cousin, while he had just learned that William Dwight had spawned another child - while still being with his family, which was the worst part of it all. Slowly he understood that each family was built on a fundament of lies, and he did not enjoy this knowledge at all.

He did not blame the lion for this; even less so as he heard the protest. JR had not known of this - and despite the very guarding way they were both keeping most of their issues from each other, he was sure that JR would have told him if he had known. His anger - or more, his sadness - was not moving against his friend, but Erik had a hard time conveying this feeling. “I know,” the small eagle gave back, his voice no longer holding any emotion as he spoke, and his green gaze was set on the window. The sun was shining - how ironic, as bad things always seemed to be happening in bright sunlight. He was starting to hate it. “The Leander name is not common enough for this to be a mistake, I assume,” the boy said, noticing how he was slipping into the stiff and more elaborate speaking style he usually only picked up when it came to those dreaded pureblood gatherings.

But his blood - his heritage and his upbringing - were something he could not deny. He might have the eyes of his father and the generally fairy-like posture of his mother, but he had also the doctrines of generations of pureblood brought to him in small doses. It was easy to ignore all these things in most cases, yet sometimes it showed that the background he came from was not as welcoming as the Leanders always claimed. The hand on his shoulder made him wince for a moment before he relaxed, swallowing as he listened to his friend’s words. “This is what you are worried about? That they are all like her?” There, the emotion came crawling back into his voice, disbelief colouring each syllable as Erik frowned. What happens now?

This was the real question, and the issue Erik was worried about. “When I started attending Hogwarts, I became friends with my other cousin - yours as well now. Kiljan. I did not notice we were actually related...or maybe I did not care about it. Surnames don’t matter when you are eleven. But when my grandfather found out...they made me cut ties with him. I never told him it was because of his blood status….I let him think it was because I had found better friends....” The small blond turned around, green eyes wide. “I am not letting this happen again.”

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Mar 5 2018, 07:27 PM   Link Quote
In a world, far, far away, JR had grown up in a small home where laughter bounced off the walls between father and son, where Disney movies on muggle television were always on in the evening. He had grown up going to a muggle school, being adored in a restaurant afterwards on the days his father needed to work. On the afternoons the older Zerner man didn't, there was fishing trips, walks to the park, playing under the sun and running around as though they were more friends than parent and child. JR Zerner knew very little of bloodline traditions and the pureblood society that dominated the wizarding world. He entered this world at the age of eleven and as much as he had tried to be a part of if, Joe Zerner couldn't always tell the young boy the answers his heart desired - like how was it that people could judge by blood when judging by nationality or race had been demolished long ago?

His eyes green eyes stared out the grounds, the sun warming the earth in a way that only meant spring was starting to bloom. There was very few piles of snow left scattered across the grounds - instead there was mud, grime and dirt. There was brown grass instead of green. Mother nature needed to send a rainstorm down upon the ground to give the earth the fresh start it needed for spring to wake up from it's hibernation and thrive. Soon, this would happen. For now, they had to wait in that strange limbo between winter and spring. JR's fingers dropped from his friend's shoulder to his side, swallowing hard. "I don't know pureblood customs, Erik." His voice was soft, gentle, trying to hold compassion for how upset his friend might be in this moment. It dawned on the lion that Erik was scared - especially as he continued his story about Kiljan.

"I've met him," JR nodded, thinking back to the project he had to do one term with the Slytherin boy. If he remembered right, the other boy had been very demanding and had been in disbelief when JR actually did his share or the work - and had done it correctly. The young man sighed softly, shifting closer to Erik, gently wrapping his arm around him in a hug. He squeezed lightly before letting the other boy go once more. Erik had been the one to teach him how to hug once more after Kilsha had infiltrated his life and taken everything from him. He moved away from Erik, sitting down on the bed, staring down at the still very messy floor around his feet.

On the bedside table next to his bed was a framed picture of Liam, Kiss, and JR from when they were younger. There weren't many other 'homey' type of things in his section of the dorm. JR's fingers latched onto the sweatshirt he had haphazardly thrown on the bed a few hours before; pulling it over his head. The cloth covered his body and clothed him; as though he was using it as body armor or a shield, the lion settled into it.

He wasn't running and this was progress; even if JR didn't worry about this right now. His piercing green eyes went back to his friend, his legs shifting, brushing against the bedside as he moved them lightly; kicking them like a kid on a doctor's table. "You don't need to tell them. Especially if they don't care about me anyways?" He shrugged, trying to come up with a solution to keep their friendship. This was important to the young man. "It's pretty cool you're my family though," he finally admitted, giving Erik an easier smile, his shoulders relaxing for the first time since the bomb had been dropped. Who else got that wish? Best friend becoming a brother or a cousin? It was one of the best things that had happened to JR in the last few years and it made him feel warm - even if he was still being tentative about it so he could figure out how Erik was feeling.

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The family Erik had grown up with had always been small: his parents, his grandparents, two cats, one too many horses and the house elves. Everyone else had been seen as extended family, as the ties to other pureblood lines had always been strong; summers spent with the Isleys and the Larssons as their direct neighbours, children born almost exactly a month apart. He had never asked questions if there were more aunts and uncles, because the small boy he used to be had been happy in his little bubble, a comfort zone that did not need to be tested because the world outside of its imaginary borders was too scary to deal with. But after his father had left the family, everything seemed to slowly collapse. There were no more comfort zones, and year after year, a new revelation was hitting him. In his third or fourth year at Hogwarts, he had learned that there were two more children born to Magnus and Mailin Leander, while he had only learned the name of his uncle: Beren, father of Kiljan and Liljan. It had also turned out they the Dwight side of the family held relations to the Storms, with Elsa being his father’s niece and therefore his cousin.

This winter, he had learned that William Dwight must have cheated on his mother, with the boy called Emil being the product of it all - a brother he had never asked for, as Erik had no big brother qualities at all. He already struggled to take care of himself and his kitten, yet a brother was the kind of responsibility that went over his head. But after all, none of this made him struggle as hard as the fact that his whole background - and his knowledge about it - seemed to be built on pillars of lies that shook and trembled under each new impact. He did not mind having more relatives, but he hated how his family seemed to have systematically purged the family tree from everyone who went against everything they stood for. What was it in the end? A sense of false purity and pride of their blood, or the pride of what they had achieved from generation to generation, as his grandfather always insisted? The small eagle could feel his heart beating hard and fast in his chest, and he was not enjoying it at all, forcing his breath to come as quiet and calm as possible.

Panicking wouldn’t help him now, yet every fibre and nerve of his body was so tense he was sure he would fall apart if touched lightly within the next few seconds. He yearned for a drink; anything to make the pain and the shaping headache go away - he also yearned for a cigarette, knowing they had lost their soothing effect a long time ago.

When JR’s hand slipped from his shoulder, Erik felt a moment of relief, immediately followed by the sentiment of having been abandoned. He crossed his arms, hugging himself as if it would truly keep himself from falling apart. The young man’s mind was racing, playing through possible outcomes of this situation - and so he almost flinched as his friend - no, his cousin - wrapped one arm around him. Only after a few seconds he leaned into the hug, arms still crossed in what little defense he insisted on holding up. Listening to JR’s voice and the familiar sound of it was easier than to speak himself, and yet Erik couldn’t make himself feel the same joy that seemed to be carried over by the last statement. It was hard to believe that anyone wanted to be related with him in the first place, and still it was too much to accept it. With a frantic gesture, Erik brushed long and pale strands of hair behind his ear, messing it up in the process.

Everything had slowed down in those last few moments, as if he had dipped his head underwater once more, waiting for the liquid to fill his lungs. Breathe in, breathe out. None of it helped to calm him in these moments as he finally exhaled, dull, green eyes settling on JR. “I have a brother. His name’s Emil and I knew since fall. It’s just….it’s all too fucking much. I’m...I’m sorry….” And then it came, the tremble of his shoulder as he turned his body away from JR, one shaking hand covering his face as he pressed his lips together - all walls collapsing into the abyss that was always too close near him.


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How many times had they been there for one another? Each boy clearly had their own demons, but they had always been there for each other, since the moment JR had helped Erik into the Room of Requirement after drinking too much late one night. Their friendship had survived panic attacks and ghosts, Christmas presents and Disney movies. The two boys had been through something significant together and now, here they were - learning they were becoming cousins. Of course, there were reservations about the situation for JR, but as always, his feeling fell away because the people in his life mattered more. As he watched Erik, his heart started to pound and empathy laced through the young man. He hadn't known that Erik was carrying such a burden, let alone since the fall, and immediately, the smile fell from his lips as JR pushed himself off the bed with both hands, moving towards Erik and engulfing him in his arms.

It was easy, since the eagle was smaller than JR, to look like he was fully surrounding Erik. JR's hand guided his friend's head to his shoulder, standing there and holding him. He wasn't going to let go for as long as Erik needed. His eyes settled on the grounds outside the window, watching the people laughing in the sun light - how fitting. Even as life inside the seventh year Gryffindor dorm room seemed bleak and hard, the world around them would keep on laughing and smiling, unaware that two boys' lives had just changed forever. His hands rubbed small circles over Erik's back, letting out a soft breath. His chest moved as he exhaled, hoping that he could be some sort of solid wall for Erik.

How long had he wished for the same thing? That someone could sweep in and become his rock, his wall? How long had JR prayed during those years of loneliness and despair for one person to notice his pain and suffering? How long had JR secretly hoped that he would find someone, anyone, to understand? As he stood there with Erik in his arms, he sympathized with the other boy. He had once learned he had a brother as well. In fact, JR wasn't even sure he had ever told anyone about the older brother his mother had killed.

Not that it mattered right now. As he had returned to Hogwarts after Kilsha and his brother had passed, it had been Erik who had taught JR how to pick up the pieces. It had been Erik who had given him a broom in order to play Quidditch, it had been Erik who had him singing Hakuna Matata in the corridors late at night. It had been Erik who had taught him how to accept hugs and give them the way that he was now. He didn't know how to express to his friend - his cousin - that he was not this alone, but JR knew he would always be there for Erik. He was done walking away from his friends. He would not lose another one the way he had lost Liam, never experience having to glue the pieces back together with anyone else the way he was with Kiss and Sammy because he had ran away. So instead, he simply stood there, breathing in and out, holding his friend. No words were needed.

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