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Liam Andrews
 Posted: Mar 18 2017, 06:51 AM
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    It was not unlike the eagle to be in the library on a Friday evening, as everyone else was out doing whatever normal teenaged wizards and witches did with their time during the start of the weekend. However, Liam was not doing his homework this Friday evening - usually it was his mission to finish the weekend work before he went out and had fun. Today this was not what was on the eagle's mind. Or it was, but it would be dealt with soon enough. What was even more prevalent in the young man's mind than school work? Well, the Ravenclaw had met a mermaid the day prior and clearly the sea creature finding a home in the school's lake was much more entrancing than the homework that usually occupied his mind. Not that Liam was going to tell anyone his reasons for looking up mermaids and learning more about them - he had made a promise after all.

    So there he stood, in the section of the library where he had been told that the mermaid books would be found. His fingers skimmed spine after spine of the books, reading the titles and mumbling to himself. This was not an unusual sight to be seen in the library for Liam Andrews and if one were to ask his best friend, Kiska Ferdenova, she tell you that this is where the lioness often found him. Maybe not between these exact shelves, but he was often in the library. It was his hideaway from the world. It wasn't that the young man was anti-social at heart, it was the fact that he loved to learn. Okay, maybe it also had to do with the fact that the eagle had a small problem with trusting others to the point of actually admitting that he had friends. But that was a story for a different day, as Liam was not going to delve into the fact that JR Zerner had become somewhat of a prick fifth year and left him dry.

    No - there were way more important things on his mind, like the mermaid that he was going to learn about in the books that he picked out. There was one mermaid that he was the most interested in, but it seemed that Nasha had very few memories of her life before she had been dropped into the lake on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. So he continued picking out books in the quiet, book filled library that had the musty smell that only a lot of older books could have, stacking them in his left arm as his right hand plunked them out by their spines.
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The library was a treasure trove of knowledge and whenever Quinlan would begin his 'research adventures' this was usually his first stop. Walking in, he looked around at the vast books that contained the library in awe at the sight. There was never a dull moment for the lion but he had to admit, this was the place where a lot of his frustrations were tested as well. It was both a training ground and a haven for him. Looking to his left and right were shelves that almost seemed as strong as Corinthian columns that loomed over him. He also noticed students busy in their school work and some just finishing, casting a spell to return the books to its original place on their respective shelves.

Flicking open his book, he stopped to look at his notes under the heading of 'Increase Learning'. There were definitely spells out there that could help improve someone's productivity, but the brain was such a delicate thing that not even famous witches no wizards have even dared create a spell. Potions, maybe but a spell was definitely out of the question. "Maybe this was too much of an undertaking even for me." If only Dmitri were there, Quinlan would have some fair idea at least as to what potions were made. ‘Maybe he already made one like this.’ he thought with a sigh, before grabbing his wand and pointing at the page with the heading, silently whispering, “Tergeo.” The ink magically was removed and all that was left was an empty page. He continued walking and he looked up and managed to see someone who possibly made eye contact with him. Blond hair, blue eyes, and a rather calm look on their face as they grabbed more books. His eyes widened at the recognition of who the young man was—Liam Andrews.

A flurry of emotions came over him and he quickly walked into the further sections of the library, sitting down on a chair around an empty table, making sure he was all alone. He was hoping that the eye contact was just all an illusion to him; perhaps it was—maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was even just another boy who sort of looked like Liam. Was the Gryffindor even ready to see him? He had met two amazing people already and he was content with that. Meeting Dmitri Haag was like finding a long lost brother. He was someone that resonated with Quinlan’s thoughts and emotions. He was actually getting better since meeting the seventh year Gryffindor. But Liam Andrews? The Ravenclaw boy where his life depended on at one time, with the odd encounter? A mixture of confusion and sadness came over him as the young lion shook his head. ‘I-I don’t know…’ his thoughts were loud in his head. Quinlan took a deep breath so as to regain his composure and control over his emotions. He groaned, burying his face on his journal. “I definitely need to find another thing to research and get out of here as soon as I can.” He sighed again, taking out his quill and ink as he thought for a good minute before writing some things as the young Gryffindor became engrossed in his thoughts.




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Liam continued to pick out books, smiling to himself, his thoughts about the creature that was hiding in the lake at Hogwarts. The young man was content with his day in the library, researching and learning. The smell of books surrounded him, the leather bound covers under his fingertips always did give him a feeling of happiness that he adored. His lips were curved into a smile and his shifted on his feet, letting out a soft whistling sound between them. The librarian wouldn't care that much if he kept it quieter. At least the woman had never really cared before; so the eagle didn't think that she would mind this time around either.

As he looked up he thought he saw Quinlan Bemus - a fifth year that he had met right here in the library a couple of weeks ago. He was glad to see that the boy was doing well. After an incident, the fifth year had been in the hospital wing a while. Liam had tried to come and check up on him a few times since the day he had left him in the wing; thought the warden always had the same response for him. The lion was healing and therefore he didn't want any visitors. Eventually the young man had given up; feeling a bit like he had when JR had ditched him fifth year. What was it with Gryffindors and their need to be all alone, anyways? Now though, as the lion lifted his eyes to the blue ones the belonged to Liam, he couldn't help to feel his smile grow - at least until the boy had ducked away and nearly run from that spot in the library? Now what had Liam done wrong?

Blowing out a soft breathe, the eagle considered - he could let the lion run, let Quinlan pretend that the eagle hadn't seen him, but what would that solve, in the long run? Brushing fingers through his hair that wasn't holding the stack of his books, the young man debated upon what to do. Finally he found that that his feet were carrying him around the shelf and towards where the lion was sitting. He gave off a friendly smile and gestured to the empty spot at the table, "Can I sit?"

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The young Gryffindor's heart was still beating quickly as he attempted to write, but only his hand wavering and shaking caused a drop of the ink to make a dotted splatter on the page. He sighed heavily before pointing his wand at the page again and casted: "Tergeo." The spell once again removed the ink while Quinlan covered buried his face in his arms while he shook them.

'Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it...' it was as if his mind was saying an incantation to drown out whatever else that was on his mind. He retracted his face from his hands as Quinlan blinked, his eyesight slowly clearing up from a blurry one. Sighing again, the young lion cleared his mind and wrote whatever word came into mind. His right hand took the quill and dabbed on the inkwell as his hands directed his quill and wrote in big print 'Friendship.'

"Huh."

The Gryffindor looked at the word he had written and wondered why it was that the word he had chosen was friendship? Perhaps it was the lion's innermost thoughts that truly guided him to the words looking at it a little more. His senses that had been somehow temporarily transfixed on what he was doing previously was now slowly becoming aware of the surroundings and the first thing that Quinlan noticed was a sound.

The young man tried to focus his hearing to the sound and managed to deduce that it was the sound of footsteps. A slight squeak, but Quinlan definitely heard footsteps. The sound got closer as he felt his heart beat. It wanted to leap out of his chest and his mind finally followed through, realizing that the Ravenclaw boy may have decided to see him. But wasn't Quinlan just saying to himself that the person he had met eyes with was not Liam? That it was just another look alike of the Ravenclaw? Maybe he was overthinking. The lion felt like his mind was surrounded by fluttering birds, distracting his thoughts and making him overthink.

Click. Squeak. Click.


'It's not him. It's not Liam.'


Click. Squeak. Click.


'It's not him. It's not...' Quinlan looked up and turned to his right, and listened for the next set of steps. Nothing. He turned back to face the front and saw exactly the same features he saw earlier—blond hair, blue eyes, staring at him and a smile on Liam Andrews' face. There was no more denying it. The older Ravenclaw boy was standing right in front of him, as he heard him speak.

"Can I sit?"

Liam was gesturing to the seat right across his, clearly a request to sit right across him. His mouth opened but his body responded by nodding before he could say what he wanted to. "S-sure. Please." The younger Gryffindor waited for Liam to situate himself on the seat, his eyes averting away from him ever so subtly while his 'research journal' was kept open.



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Liam Andrews
 Posted: Mar 24 2017, 03:24 AM
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At one point in his life, Liam had considered two people to be his best friends. He had arrived at Hogwarts not knowing anyone, as he suspected was the case for muggleborn students. His excitement to learn about magic had been evident from the moment that he learned about the new world and it hadn't taken his parents much convincing for them to realize that the young wizard wanted to go to the boarding school that the man had come to their home and spoken about. Besides, the accidental magic that had come out of Liam in spurts now made sense in alll three of their eyes and it was clear that the eagle needed to learn more before something were to happen. So the young boy had arrived on platform nine and three quarters. On the train ride, he had met JR Zerner, a young boy that had also come alone with very little knowledge of this new world. They had bonded on that first train ride and had soon met Kiska Ferdenova after the sorting and first few days of school.

Kiska was the glue that kept the trio together, Liam was sure of it. While all three were friends, the eagle knew that each boy felt closer to the bright witch more than they did each other and somehow it had worked for them. For years they had all been close, until something happened before fifth year that made JR shut down - breaking Kiska's heart in the process and if Liam was honest, his as well. So now, watching yet another Gryffindor fifth year try to slip away, Liam was torn? What was it about the fifth year male lions that made it so they didn't want to be around him? Was it just a coincidence, or had Liam done something terrible to offend the young man? Liam wasn't sure. His own reservations about calling people friends probably came into play, but Liam hadn't told the boy that they couldn't be friends either - they had certainly acted like friends for a while - at least the eagle had tried to check up on Quinlan in the hospital wing more than once, even if he had gotten refused to enter from the warden after that first night.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he settled his books on the table, sinking into his chair. The lion's stutter gave away the nervousness and yet again, Liam wasn't sure why the other boy was so nervous? What had he done to cause this from Quin? His smile was gentle, watching the other boy as his fingertips pressed into the rough fabric of his jeans on his thighs, absently running over it for something to do as he watched the Gryffindor. "I see that you seem to be healing nicely. I tried to visit you again but the warden said you were healing. I trust you're doing well?"

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 Posted: Mar 24 2017, 12:43 PM
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Quinlan looked at the eagle, his smile genuine and seemed like he somehow had an air around him that was different. The young lion couldn't really place what it was, but he definitely felt it and saw it. Maybe he was less reluctant? Or maybe he had met him in an instance where he was thinking about a lot of things. But that didn't change the fact that it was still awkward for the young Gryffindor. He finally had the courage to look at him and again his mind kept telling him that something was different about the Liam he once met, and the Ravenclaw boy that was across the table and in front of him. His eyes looked away again, his naturally rosy cheeks becoming a bit more highlighted.

When asked about his health and his attempts at trying to visit him, Quinlan's stomach churned. He felt bad for saying to the Madam that he did not want visitors. In his younger years, he wasn't such a loner, but his friends just found new friends and he couldn't keep up with them. Also, the young lion was interested in his 'research' which undoubtedly kept him from seeing his friends. Of course, that didn't mean he'd blatantly left them for his research--well, at times but the Gryffindor thought that it had to be a group effort. But if the lion were, to be honest, he didn't have true friends, otherwise, they would've stayed. Plus, the interaction he first had with Liam was different with everyone else. He shook his head at the thought, again his mind reminding him 'Just forget about it'.

The Gryffindor looked up at the eagle and managed to somehow form a smile that crept only from one side of his lips. He couldn't bring himself to tell the whole truth, especially about how he felt when Liam had not truly answered his question back then--but of course, the lion would answer his question. "I am. Thanks for visiting me that day. And look, no more bandages. I can freely use my hands now." He presented to him his hands and arms, flipping them back and forth, showing no signs of burns and scars which Quinlan was thankful for. "The Extract that I had used before fainting helped heal the burn, they said. I don't remember when I was taken to the hospital wing but the madam said that if I had been there any longer, I would have been in a fatal condition and wouldn't have made it."

He stopped looking down at the table, then turning his head to face the windows that allowed sunlight to come in the ancient room full of books. 'I think I might have said too much.' his thoughts conversed with him, allowing a few moments of silence before turning his face back to Liam. Despite him being in the house that prided itself of bravery and courage, Quinlan didn't feel confident enough to tackle the awkwardness between them. It was hard to trust someone, and with Liam Andrews, it would definitely be a tough nut to crack open. Despite this, though, the young Gryffindor's thoughts were led to him wondering why the older Ravenclaw would even want or rather--attempt to visit him more than once? His thoughts debated with him fo a while, concluding that he would ask him--maybe at a later time in their conversation, but he felt that he should at least keep the ball rolling.


"What brings you here at the Library today, Liam?"



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Liam wasn't the most people-y type of person that there was. Being a Ravenclaw had it's stereotypes, of course, for but the seventh year a lot of them actually fit him. He loved learning. He wasn't sure that anyone loved schoolwork, but the eagle certainly didn't seem to mind it as much as most of the students in the castle. Liam viewed such things as a type of opportunity to get to know about pieces in the magical world that he hadn't know before. It really was a nice trade off for the boy that had arrived at Hogwarts not knowing anything about magic at all - the schoolwork that he was assigned allowed him to explore new pieces more often than not. The Ravenclaw was curious sort of fellow and with this, the young man was able to say he was doing schoolwork even though he was really off learning about how certain potions could help sick animals or something of the sort. Thus, when it came to it, he was sure that most students in the castle; even some of his own housemates, probably thought him to be a little odd.

Shifting his footing slightly, the eagle tipped his chair back onto two legs, watching the Gryffindor. That being said that Liam wasn't the person to be around others all the time, he could read others fairly well. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that the young man listened more than he spoke, or that he had spent years learning people's body language as he wasn't actually engaged in conversations but simply the observer from the outside. Whatever it was, the Gryffindor across from him seemed to be struggling with something and Liam couldn't imagine what it was that made the younger boy quite so nervous here in the corner of the library. The eagle certainly wasn't about to reach out and bite him.

Was it the fact that Liam had saved his life, in a way? The thought struck him as Quinlan told him about what the madam in the hospital wing had said. Was the fifth year nervous around him because he wasn't sure how Liam would treat him after their interaction in the wing? It was possible, the young man mused, as his fingers clasped the edge of the table to bring himself down on all fours of the chair once more. His lips pursed as thought, on the edge of speaking but he wanted to allow the lion some extra time to process his thoughts and feelings, to see if the younger boy would add anything more in before he was too nervous to share anymore. When the lion dropped his gaze, Liam spoke softly, "Well, we're all glad you didn't meet that fate." It was a simple statement, but it was true; the whole school would have been in an uproar if the fifth year had passed. It was not surprising that Liam was glad that destiny had not turned ugly on the younger boy.

He watched the younger student, fingers tapping the table quietly, slowly. It was more for something to do than anything else and the eagle found himself smiling as the lion brought his gaze back up to his blue ones. "I'm researching mermaids," he replied easily, nodding towards his stack of books to the left of him on the table. "They're amazing creatures and I find myself wondering about different magical creatures from time to time. I suppose it comes with being muggleborn and all." The soft laugh came easy at his own small joke and he hoped that somehow, the younger student would also relax. Liam certainly wasn't here to harm him.

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The person Quinlan initially met to be Liam Andrews had changed.

Or perhaps it was his first initial impression of the older eagle that had formulated everything he labeled within the person he was looking at right in front of him. It was odd for him--Quinlan Bemus the person who would always make sure he'd met a person and understood well what their intentions were, especially their standing concerning the chasm between half-bloods and purebloods. Yet here he was, judging the Ravenclaw in front of him for changing all of a sudden. Isn't that what people should do--when they discover a flaw in themselves or see something not right--to change? To do something about it? His brain was giving him the biggest mental beating of his life. How could he conclude that a person was a lot of how they would be the first time he'd meet them? The lion surely didn't know what happened within the weeks he was there in the hospital wing; sure Liam's life went as to how it should be--but how might it have been had his pride as a Gryffindor was subdued and actually allowed him to stay or visit him another time?

Hearing the Ravenclaw somehow relieved that he didn't suffer a tragic death comforted the young lion. Was the eagle actually attempting to talk with him now? It definitely wasn't like the young man when he initially met him. Mind you, a random Gryffindor popping out of nowhere asking for help to find Dittany--then the next minute asks you to accompany him so that you could see what he was doing? It was such an awkward way of meeting someone! His face winced a little bit, but his mind redirected him to the comment of Liam, letting him know that 'we' (really an implied 'he') was happy 'he'--Quinlan-- 'didn't meet that fate'--being burned to a crisp and dying a painful death. The young lion felt the use of an all-inclusive pronoun by the Ravenclaw was a way of being positive to him, though Quinlan understood the real tone of the statement. Liam's approach--his body language and the way he was looking was so different than the first. He looked down and felt a smile go across his face.

'This is weird. I'm smiling because he was glad that I didn't die that way.'

He looked up again, his expression in a more accepting one while their eyes met once again just after he had asked the question about his reason for being at the library. Those blue eyes, meeting his own blue eyes almost connected him in a rather special way he couldn't explain. It was something his heart understood, yet his mind couldn't put words or rather verbalize what that connection was back then just now. He replied the older eagle's smile with his and he could feel his cheeks burning up. His mind went on the defensive, focusing his thoughts on not allowing his cheeks to go any warmer, for the thought of Quinlan blushing at Liam's face--his smile and those eyes would be such an embarrassing thing to happen. It was such a humanistic and inherent nature for one to smile when someone you lock eyes with, smile at you first, but his smile was there to stay.

The young lion almost felt a little embarrassed with their gaze maintaining more that he expected. He looked over at the books in a pile and Quinlan definitely related to the sight of the older eagle, excited to discover more about this magical creature. Of course, he himself had not seen a mermaid before, but the Gryffindor was more than fascinated like Liam was. He stood up a little bit to just take a look at the book he had on top. Definitely, something he didn't know about. He sat down again as his whole arm, along with his body retracted back while the Gryffindor's smile faded a little bit. Perhaps it was time to confront whatever awkwardness was between them. Mustering all the 'lion' he had in him, he looked down then up at Liam his face getting shy and his defenses low, while he opened his mouth but hesitated, then pursing his lips and trying again. Clearly, Quinlan didn't feel or ignored the burning feeling on his cheeks as they highlighted a lot more than usual, indicating a blush.

"Hey Liam?" he paused, looking at the eagle with a tender yet sad smile on his face, while his blue eyes became less piercing. "...look about how we met..." Quinlan trailed off, sighing to himself; his Gryffindor mojo was clearly not enough to get the rest of the words out. The lion, with all his pride stripped, looked away at Liam, looking to his sides while trying his best to reconnect his eyes to his.



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At one point in his life, Liam had been dubbed the odd, quiet child that had a golden retriever named Tigger. That dog had been the highlight of the young boy's life for many, many years. The two had been best of friends. In primary school, Liam had done magic to help save one of the kids when he was stuck in a tree. Everyone had know that it was him that had saved the boy, but no one had known how. Ever since that moment when the eagle was about seven, the other children in the school had stayed away from him. Rumors and whispers surrounded the boy and it had cut him to the core, but at the same time, there was nothing he could do to explain any of it - for he had no idea about magic at that point, either.

The teachers and students had sort of left the young boy by himself after that and Liam had gotten used to being alone. Not quite alone, since he did have Tigger, but this was not quite the same as having another human to be your best friend. His mother and father had grown increasingly worried about him until his grandfather had died in that fatal drunk driving crash when he was nine After that, all the attention went to his mother, who fell into a very deep depression. It was less than two years later that the young boy would leave for Hogwarts - and it was then that he gained the two people in his life that he would call his best friends; one of which was his best friend to this day.

Kiska Ferdenova had dove into his life and would not take no for an answer. Soon the newly sorted eagle had found himself with two best friends. They had formed many memories in their first four years at Hogwarts, memories that the young man sitting in the library now would never forget. His fingers tapped the table, blue eyes on blue eyes as the lion and the eagle watched each other and Liam sighed softly - he had returned to fifth year with only one best friend and to this day, the young man didn't know what had happened to JR Zerner the summer after fourth year. Clearly something had happened, but the fact that the lion had walked away so easily was what hurt Liam. Now it was clear that he was healing with Kiss, but at the same time, Liam wondered what he had done wrong so that JR trusted her but not him. If he was honest, he had been hurt so much by JR Zerner that he hadn't called anyone else other than the lioness his friend since the moment that JR had turned away from him.

Liam's pearly blue eyes followed Quinlan's reach and he nodded to the lion, a signal that he was more than welcome to take a look. Liam would not be walking out of the library with another friend today - at least not one that he would call his friend, even if the two boys treated each other as friends. "Don't worry about it," Liam replied easily, "Nothing to worry about. I'm not mad for you not wanting to see me when you were recovering or anything. " But why would Qunlan assume Liam to be upset? After all, it had been Liam that wouldn't pronounce their friendship, it was Liam that hadn't followed Quinlan looking for Dittany. In a way, this was all the eagle's fault. It always was, wasn't it? Clearly he had upset JR, just as he was doing with Qun now. "I mean, I'm sorry, if I did anything to hurt you. Stuff is nearly always my fault, so I'm not surprised if you're upset with me."

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Both Quinlan and Liam were in the part of the library that oddly had been unbelievably quiet. The library definitely covered a wide expanse, but the sight of no one around, only him and Liam made their fateful meeting here quite more personal. One could hear and almost feel every book's pages when they would run it through their hand, each word having their own special meaning like the conversation going on; every look in each other's eyes and every sigh that was let out was laced with their essence--their beings.

Quinlan felt like his mind was forcing him to repeat the scenario in his head once again. How the young lion was (not exactly) in the same place he was in now, looking for a book that would help him understand Dittany better. Liam walking in and helping him bring his books back and helping him find the book he wanted. The suddenness of Quinlan asking if someone he had initially met to accompany him and the same young man before him saying no. Then the horrible experience of almost being burned to a crisp by the Skrewt and the fear of his life abruptly coming to an end. Why was this all repeating now?

Then, he could see himself again at the Hospital Wing, all by himself when Liam decided to come and see him. Quinlan was trying his best to be friendly and was an emotional wreck when he mentioned how grateful he was for him. The complete passive response of Liam when Quinlan was asking him if they would be friends was what brought him in a rather passive and actually, in a depressed state. Perhaps that was the reason why the Gryffindor decided to be alone until he recovered enough to be able to go around. The Extract of Dittany as his parting gift to the older eagle had come into his thoughts and wondered the whereabouts of it was on his mind for a while.

Quinlan's mind took him back to where he was sitting, with Liam right across his seat. He was definitely still there looking in front of him. His eyes blinked as he felt something trickle down his face. Tears? He jolted up a little bit before wiping them with his index finger starting on the bridge of his nose and running it across his lower eyelid.

The lion knew he had to be honest. Sure his mojo of being a Gryffindor failed him to get the words out, but it allowed him to begin the statement and to start confronting the awkwardness between them. The air around the library wasn't as cold as he thought it would be; maybe it was the sun's rays that were hitting them from the windows but he felt warm. Perhaps it was even due to the fact that he had just felt a flurry of emotions as his mind took him back to memory lane of not too long ago. He took a deep breath as the particles revealed by the sunlight danced around, doing all sorts of motions--from a waving motion, then spiraling and eventually a gently sway and fall like leaves when a gentle breeze blows them off of their branches.

He shook his head, responding to Liam with a rather calm tone: "No. I have some apologies to do as well. But, I also wanna be honest with you."

The young lion's eyes looked at the Ravenclaw attentively, allowing himself a few seconds before he said the words he would say. His face felt a little warmer, but seemed like his cheeks weren't as red, retaining it's rosy blush. "I'm sorry for the sudden way I had asked you to go with me. I was really excited since I had been researching Dittany for a while and I wanted someone to see me make an extract. Not just an essence."

He looked at the window and watched the scenery of the magical school before him, then looking back at Liam. "I felt really bad when I thought you didn't want me as a friend." He let out a chuckle, realizing after what he had just said. "I mean, I don't know still. I shouldn't assume." Lessons must be applied in order for them to be learned. Clearing his throat, the Gryffindor continued, "I didn't really have a friend here, to be honest, and I thought it would be nice to have you as a friend." He looked down, Quinlan's eyes narrowing a little bit as a rather sad looking smile came across one side of his face, conveying a pensive look.

"So..." his head tilted back up with his eyes and his smile expressing a rather hopeful face.

"Let's start again. If that's okay with you."

"Friends?" The young Gryffindor smiled and had his hand out, his blue eyes, enveloped with the warm tones of the sunset, presenting a gentle countenance to the Ravenclaw before him. His elbow pushed his 'research journal' just enough for Liam to see the heading he had written.

"The name's Quinlan. Quinlan Bemus."



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The eagle's mind drifted back to fifth year, where JR Zerner hadn't exactly outright said to Liam, 'I don't want to be your friend' but had just kinda avoided him, shrugged him and Kiss off, turned away, ran when he noticed either of them coming towards him. Liam wanted to be able to say that it didn't bother him, that the logical and rational side of him had overcome the emotional turmoil of being left behind. Even if it seemed that Kiss didn't remember being left behind by the lion, the tears that she had shed, the sorrow the lioness and the eagle had shared together, the young man did. It had caused him to not want to be friends with very many; it wasn't that he outright rejected people, he just avoided the word friend all together.

It wasn't that he didn't have friends; Liam was not that naive to think that some of the people that he spoke with regularly were not his friends, he just did not actively use the word. Ever. He shied away from the word like it was the plague. But now, as he sat listening to this Gryffindor spill his emotions to him, Liam recognized his terrible mistake. By allowing the word to hurt him, by allowing JR to hurt him, he had turned around and unintentionally hurt another that had was just as lonely as he. The two boys could be facing the world together, side by side and instead Liam's own issues had kept them away from one another. It was sad, really, the way that these events had all shaped together. Liam sighed, tapping his fingers on the table once more, his blue eyes meeting Quinlan's.

Now it was his turn to be honest, was it not? The eagle knew that he should explain things - why the Gryffindor had been left hanging by threads, even if it wasn't his intention to make the lion feel that way. Liam shifted uncomfortably in his seat - he had never explained this to anyone before. But even that would be a testimony to how much the young man was sorry that he had hurt Quin in the first place, wasn't it? He took a steadying breath, trying to get the nervousness that was settling in the base of his throat swallowed down once more. Liam looked down at the book between them rather that the eyes of the lion that so desperately wanted the acceptance of a friend - did Liam not want that to? He did; he just didn't want to be betrayed ever again, the way that JR had left him, the way that Kiss was spending all of her time on the lion.

"I had a friend once, that betrayed me. Since then, I've had a hard time with the word. You said friend and I froze. Fear of a word is ridiculous - as a Ravenclaw, I know that, but yeah. That was what happened." Liam bit his lip, meeting the eyes of the lion once more, hoping that the fifth year understood better than he could explain. Liam had never been great with words; this is why he stuck to magical creatures and plants, after all.

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The Gryffindor's mouth gaped slightly open at the words the eagle before him had said. His hand wanted to reach out, but his lips pursed and looked at Liam, at a loss of words. Pain. Everyone had been acquainted with it to the least degree. Certainly, Quinlan could relate to this in a more oppressive type of pain from people defining what privileges they had as a 'mud-bloods' but the concept of a friend betraying him was new to him. Sure, when he was a kid, he would be the one to listen to younger kid's problems about being picked on or being bullied, but none of them had ever come to him about a friend being mean to them. Why call them friends if they would cause--or even worse--had caused you harm? Quinlan felt powerless. An inherent desire within him to help was so strong, but he felt he was in no position to do so. It was hard to relate to someone who never had experienced something to someone who did.

Quinlan looked at Liam, his mouth opening slightly ajar, but only sighs were the sounds that he could he make. His tongue slightly touched the tip of his top lip before it pursed; He looked down at Liam's hands and his outstretched hand made for his and gently placed his on top, feeling that his hand was warmer than his by a little bit. He returned his gaze to Liam and tried to say something with all that he could muster with his voice: "I-i'm sorry." He returned his gaze to his hands, and felt like something within him was stirring and he could somehow feel his essence, a part of him being transferred to Liam. They were both acquainted with rejection and pain, yet the Ravenclaw's seemed more mature but somehow maybe Quinlan thought--he couldn't associate the degree to what Liam was feeling, but he was willing to understand.

Continuing to take hold of his hand, Quinlan felt something gather to the edges of his eye line. He hated not understanding what the Ravenclaw was going through, but he was sure to be empathic about the whole ordeal. The lion wondered though, what it would have been if he had been in Liam's shoes--if a friend he had trusted so much betray him? It would explain for the most part the reason why the older eagle was acting and how hesitant he was using the word. A bit of hesitation left the Gryffindor's mouth slightly gaped open again before pursing his lower lip. Liam had already apologized for what he did and the lion did as well and all he could think about was how he could make the older eagle before him better. He looked down, stifling through sobs and sniffs as an attempt to control his emotions, his hand still on top of Liam's.


"I'm sorry to hear about that. No one deserves to go through that. Especially not you."



His thumb rubbed on the knuckles of the Ravenclaw, looking at them tenderly, before looking up with tears now brimming from the edges of his eyes before trickling down his deep red cheeks. Tears that were not crying because of Quinlan, but crying for Liam.


"I won't be that person. I won't be that Gryffindor."


Quinlan felt at this point that the qualities inherent of one being sorted into the lion's house were engraved in his heart and his acts.


Loyalty. Not only promising that he would, but that he would uphold that promise.


Bravery. A work in progress for the young Gryffindor, but he was the one to bring up the topic about how their awkward beginnings were.


Courage. It definitely took not only Quinlan courage to share what he had to share, but what Liam placed on the table before them. Thinking about Liam having qualities of a Gryffindor was enough to place a tender smile on his face, probably making him look like a teenage heartthrob, but that didn't matter. What mattered in that moment was how the Ravenclaw was feeling. His eyes blinked, his mind feeling like it almost communicated to the eagle before him his thoughts, 'How are you doing?'




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At some point in his life, Liam had been the strange kid at primary school that had helped a kid down from a tree that was scared and couldn't get down. No one knew how he had done it, but it was clear that Liam Andrews, the seven year old had mad a boy float through the air with a look of concentration on his face and safely down to the ground. Despite the fact that he had been a hero that day, it had also isolated him from everyone in the school. There was no one that was unkind to the young boy, but at the same time, since that moment in time, the boy had not really had any friends in the muggle world, either. It had followed him until he had learned the truth about himself - that he was a wizard.

The eagle had been sorted into Ravenclaw, which suited the young man fine. Kiska Ferdenova had befriended him and JR had joined shortly after, the two becoming a trio that was tighter than most siblings. The eagle had known that the two were always closer than he with the two - how could they not when they were both Gryffindors and he was a Ravenclaw. Still, it never bother him, as the two had always made him feel welcome and a part of the group whenever Liam didn't want to be studying, reading, or a different activity that was more of his own thing rather than one of the adventures that the other two always seemed to want to go on.

While it hurt Liam that the lion had brushed them away fifth year and it hurt that the lioness was trying to rekindle something with him now, the young man was far past the point of emotions on the subject. His thoughts and mood was all matter of fact. Logically, if JR needed him, then he would be there, to this day. Rationally, Liam was cautious when talking to the lion - which he did on occasion, they were still both seventh years and JR had always been amazing in Charms - Liam knew that JR could hurt the lioness again and the eagle would be there to pick up the pieces. Never before had Liam really considered his own pain to be a magificant thing, but here, in the quietness of the library, was a boy that wanted to comfort him because of the pain that JR had caused Liam.

His brow furrowed as he watched the fifth year, still feeling void of the emotion that the lion across the table was feeling for him. Tears started to come from the Gryffindor and it confused Liam - wasn't he the one that was supposed to be feeling something? Yet all that the young man felt was an empty hole in his heart - a void that only JR could fill because he was the one that had walked away from him. Liam shifted uncomfortably in his seat, gently pulling his hand away from Quinlan. He had not meant for things to get emotional - that was never what the young man wanted. He was too logical and rational for his own good and emotional situations made him uncomfortable and awkward. Especially when the emotions were directed towards him or these tears were being shed for him. Liam didn't know exactly what to do and in that instance the young man felt like running - too bad that would make him like JR a little too much for his own comfort.

"There's nothing to be sad about," he finally responded, putting his hands in his lap, watching the younger student. "JR made his choices, if he ever needs my help, he knows where to find me. I think you misunderstand the fact that he is no longer my friend. He always will be, whether he likes it or not. I only told you about this so that you would understand my hesitation in accepting new friends. It's a responsibility that is never to be taken lightly. You're either all in for life, or not at all." His determination and fierceness showed through in that moment, the loyalty to the lion that he hadn't realized was still lingering behind pouring out. It was in that moment that Liam realized that he and JR would be close again one day, it would only be a matter of time. Especially if they both wanted Kiss to stay in their lives. They might not be as close as they once were, but they would always have some threads tying them to one another.

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What the hell am I thinking?

The Gryffindor carefully listened to the older Ravenclaw who explained himself in such a calm manner. Why did this person seem so calm in the face of what he would consider an emotional turmoil? Did he just not naturally care? Or even worse, did he used to care but due to repeated painful experiences resulted in him being like this? Now the lion was being observant, perhaps perceiving his initial reaction to be quite hasty. Quinlan pulled his hands away, understanding a little more of the older boy's emotional distance to him. It wasn't so hard relating to someone emotionally with Dmitri; how come it was hard with Liam?

When Liam mentioned about being all in or not, that was when the penny dropped. True, he initially saw the eagle to be someone who was afraid to emotionally connect with someone, but for a good reason. He was an all-or-nothing type of person. Liam was the kind of person that was either going to give everything to you or nothing at all. The Gryffindor's look concerning friendships was starting to change drastically. 'So there are people like that.' Initially the lion thought it would be just like any other friendship with him; you start from somewhere and eventually build the trust that friends do until you give your all. Maybe Liam saw that too, but he'd rather not label anything a friendship until it was a relationship where he can give his all. Knowledge concerning this was definitely something he ended to work on. Perhaps he wasn't the person Liam was looking for at this time.

"I understand." The lion's head nodded, as it hung low before looking up at the eagle with a tender smile. Maybe he'll come around sometime. "But hey--" he stopped halfway, giving himself time to think what he was supposed to say. "Thank you for seeing me here at the library. I know you don't seem to be the one to approach, but..." he looked away, facing towards the window as the sound of students quietly whispering and discussing various topics were in the air. He breathed out, making the dust in the air around them dance. The Gryffindor then turned back to Liam. "Just... thanks."

Quinlan now noticed his research book open and facing the Ravenclaw. He let out a chuckle before sliding it closer to him and lifting the cover to close it. There was definitely something to write concerning friendships after this encounter with the eagle. He felt... a mixture of naivety and silliness in comparison with the older boy before him about what it meant to be a friend, but it wasn't a feeling of shame, rather a feeling he needed to learn more. The lion grabbed his quill, inkwell and his trusty research book, placing all of them carefully into his backpack. He got off of his seat and carried his bag.

"I need to head off now." Quinlan gave a smile as he slid the straps through his arms, resting gently on his shoulders with the bag behind him. One tug on both straps and he was all set and ready to go. "I'll see you around, Liam."

The younger boy took only a few steps before he turned around to the Ravenclaw once more pointing slightly to his general direction. "Oh and make sure you make that Extract of Dittany to be of good use for you." He gave a smile and a stiff wave with his lower lip pursed to a smile before turning back against him and making his way to the exit.

As Quinlan reached the winding staircases he walked towards the middle of one waiting for it to turn to his desired direction. While waiting, he looked up and saw the many staircases that turned in every direction. Letting a breath out, he verbalized his thoughts out loud to himself. "I guess it's like these staircases. I just hope it turns into what he can call a friendship." With a rumbling sound the staircase shut itself in position as the Gryffindor made his way into the common room.


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