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A cool breeze was carrying the scent of stale lake water that had been exposed to the sun for too long over to the courtyard, where students were gathering in small groups to go to Hogsmeade together. Usually, Erik did not bother a lot with it, only going there when he really needed a new jar of ink of whatever else could be purchased in the small shops. Today was different. Today, he needed to leave the castle in order to have a good excuse for not studying for the upcoming exam he had within the next week, and lying on Quincy or sleeping all day simply wouldn’t do the job. So there he was, while Professor Connor had permission slip duty and ticked off names of a list he held in his hands, occasionally getting distracted by a student asking a question or lingering longer in order to chat with the Astronomy professor. Erik was leaning against one of the pillars, playing with his hot pink plastic lighter and letting the flame burn for a few seconds only to pull his thumb away again. He could not exactly light a cigarette with a professor close by, so he needed something else to keep his hands busy until it would be his turn.

The weather was more after the Swede’s taste today, because the sky was covered in thick clouds that dimmed the sunlight. Still, his pair of sunglasses was sitting on top of his head, tangled with the strands of pale blonde hair he had messily tied together. The alphabetical order of names was moving on, soon reaching D, and so he shoved the lighter into the pocket of his skinny jeans and moved forward, more or less patiently waiting while the gravel of courtyard crunched underneath his boots. Some professors were faster with working down the list and ticking off names, but Professor Connor clearly was not, taking his time and wishing everyone who passed him a nice day at Hogsmeade. It made Erik roll his eyes in annoyance, and he was almost relieved when the professor’s voice was finally raised to “Dwight, E-” and further he did not listen, moving forwards to hand in the slip that looked worn out from having been used as a bookmark and for random notes on the back, even if they had to be signed from his parents - his mother, in that case - every year.

Some boy who was even smaller than Erik himself got in his way, and all he could see was blonde hair. Instead of bothering with it all too long, he elbowed the younger student who got between him and the sweet escape of finally being allowed to walk down to the village, muttering a “Get in line, kid,” before handing his slip in. “Dwight, Erik - where’s Dwight, Emil?” Marco asked, looking at the young man in front of him whom he knew as a friend of his younger siblings - pureblood ties always meddling in his teaching experience. He frowned as he looked at the boy who had just been elbowed out of the way by Erik, pointing at him. “You’re Emil, you’re first.”

An odd silence lingered between the three of them for a moment, and instead of turning around and walking away, green eyes stared at Emil with something like horror and anxiety in them. Erik’s hand shaped a fist by his side for a moment, and all colour had left his face as he looked at the smaller boy. Dwight, Emil. Of course Dwight was not an all too unusual last name, but he did not know anyone else by this name in the castle - and he was sure he had never seen this kid before. It was all an odd coincidence - it had to be, because the only relatives he knew where the Leanders, and of those he had been aware since his first year. But the eagle did not like the uncomfortable and constricting feeling in his chest as he finally tore his gaze away and walked in the opposite direction.

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Emil had heard wondrous tales about Hogsmeade through out the stories that his mother had told. Trips to the village near the castle school where students could mingle in the shops, buy goodies with their friends, and just generally have a good time. At one point before her move to Sweden, Julia Millan had attended Hogwarts in her youth. It was these stories that she had told to her son, about walking the stone castle, the days of being by the lake, the moving staircases - they all mixed together to make the boy want to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When the option came to stay at Durmstrang or to attend the school that his mother had before him, there was little conflict within Emil's heart - even if changing schools was a slightly scary task within itself.

Now it was time to experience Hogmeade and all it glory. Emil shifted from foot to foot a little nervously, watching the older students and even the younger know what they were doing as they handed in their forms and walked confidently towards the gates. The badger had not yet made any friends that he recognized in the group so today would be another adventure with itself - not that this bothered the boy, hadn't he spent the majority of the spring wandering around the carnival? Fingers crunched the paper permission form that his mother had signed for him when he had first transferred, biting his inner lip lightly as he waited patiently for the professor to get to his name.

"Dwight, E-" Emil had already started to shift forward, the leather strap across his muggle band t-shirt holding the guitar that he always carried to his back. He reached to give the professor the slip of paper when something hit him rather hard in the shoulder. With a small wince and soft noise, he turned to see a taller boy hand in his permission slip ahead of him. Emil furrowed his brow in confusion as the badger watched, looking between the professor and the older boy, a rather larger pit forming in his stomach.

Dwight, Erik His sharp green eyes watched the other boy in curiosity - having the same last name was quite the consequence, it didn't have to mean anything, did it? Emil was too lost in the confusion to try and figure out what it meant as his fingers grasped onto the leather strap that was across his chest, now that there was no papers to be held onto, once the professor that was there had taken the forms and corrected the stack of paperwork. The older boy looked upset, though Emil did not understand what he might have done wrong. What was he upset about, exactly? That he had not come first in the alphabet? The idea seemed odd, even to the badger, but he supposed that it could have been true. The boy glanced the professor who had turned away to talk to other students, the Dwight boys forgotten and Emil made his decision quickly - to follow the older boy that carried the same last name that had started towards the gates.

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For someone who had grown up with magic as a given that was not supposed to be questioned, Hogsmeade had little wonders to bear. Maybe it was the reason why he had not been as excited as some of his fellow students when they had been allowed to go to Hogsmeade in their third year for the first time. Erik had never questioned it, and he also was not overly fond of butterbeer - but those were the kind of unpopular opinions one better kept to oneself unless one had a need for long and desperate discussions why butterbeer was the superior drink. Either way, he was strangely troubled by the sight of the blonde boy beside him who coincidentally had the same last name. There was just something else about him, even at a short glance that struck the eagle as almost painfully familiar - green eyes that stared at him every morning, the hair, and even the way the boys dressed. He recognised the band on the boy’s shirt before fleeing, walking out of the courtyard and taking out his package of menthol cigarettes. This kid had no right to ruin his day like this, because Erik felt like he had been shoved into freezing water, pieces of ice slicing his skin open.

Without looking back, he walked, and sat down on one of the rocks that randomly decorated the sides of the path which was leading towards the village. The wind carried the casual chatter and laughter of other students towards him while he placed a single cigarette between his chapped lips, rising the flame of his lighter towards it and inhaling almost desperate. Erik did not know why he was so agitated, but he did not like that there was a boy with a slightest resemblance to him and the same surname wandering around Hogwarts all of the sudden. He might not know every name of every student ever, yet he was also aware of most faces he had seen in his six years at this school. In this moment, even his cigarette tasted like it was going to make him throw up any moment, and he did not enjoy this feeling that something was most definitely at odds. Erik pulled his legs closer towards his body, snapping ashes onto the ground where the breeze made the blades of grass dance.

The issue with families who erased relatives from their family tree was the fact that some of these relatives randomly appeared in one’s life again, like a childhood memory one had hoped to have finally forgotten. The first time it had happened to Erik was when he was told Kiljan was his cousin - son of Beren Leander who got divorced from his pureblood wife to marry a muggle. The second time had been when he had been told that Elsa Storm was his father’s niece, and therefore his cousin. As a child, he had always wanted siblings - company other than Sighild and Severin, and occasionally the Isleys. He had wanted someone whose blood he shared. But now, he was distressed by the thought that he had to share what little attention he was receiving from the Dwight side with anyone else. Pale fingers - that were slightly trembling by now - ran through his hair, pushing the pale strands back before his dull gaze wandered over the lawns.

Maybe he was overreacting. It would not be the first time that a sudden paranoia got him like unexpected, cold summer rain. Erik watched the glow of the tip of his cigarettes, guiding it towards his lips again and resting his cheek on his knee for a moment - a jolt going through his body as he could see a shadow falling onto the grass in front of the rock he occupied, and slowly, the boy unfolded his legs again, one boot meeting the side of the rock as he stared at the blond boy once more. “What do you want?” he asked quietly, surprised by how calm his voice sounded compared to the turmoil in his head.

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The older boy had stormed off in the direction that all the other students had gone, so following him was easy for the sun kissed boy that already had a light shade of tan upon his skin. His fingers played with the strap that was on his chest as he walked, running over the rough edges back and forth. Emil did not understand why the other boy - Erik - he reminded himself, might be so upset. Sure, they shared the same last name, but was that entirely uncommon in these areas? Not that Emil had ever met another Dwight before, but surely it wasn't that big of a deal that they shared a surname. Then again, maybe there was something else that was troubling the long haired boy, the badger had no way of knowing unless they actually talked to one another.

His footsteps were soft and light as he moved down the path, his hair shifting in the slight breeze and his fingers dropping from the strap to the hole on the thigh of his jeans, picking at a strand lightly. There was no reason to be nervous, he was just going to Hogesmeade like all the other students. Yet, the glaring eyes that matched the ones he saw in the mirror daily flickered in and out of his mind. A soft whistle slipped from his lips, trying to calm himself with music, just the way that he always did. His mother had told him that he should follow the path down to the gates and out to Hogsmeade, but Emil was not good with directions or being able to find his way. Up ahead, he saw that the older boy had stopped and was smoking. Emil wrinkled his nose at the smell - it was not something that the boy was used to.

The badger approached the other Dwight and paused as Erik spoke to him, tilting his head curiously at him, taking in the form of the older boy. Emil replied after a moment, his voice hesitant. "I'm sorry if I got in your way and you were in a rush or something." It was not that he wanted something, but that it seemed that the older boy was still upset and Emil felt the knot tighten in his stomach just a little bit further - it was easy to say that the boy that liked to be friends with anyone and everyone did not like when people were upset with him.

His green eyes drifted away from Erik and he gestured down the pathway with a nod of his head, shifting his feet slightly as the boy ran his fingers over the strings on his jeans. Other students could be heard in the distance, laughing in groups of twos and threes and it seemed that only the two boys with the same surname were the odd ones out, to be left going to Hogsmeade alone. But maybe, just maybe there was a peace offering to be had here. "I've never been to Hogsmeade. If you show me the way, maybe we can get a drink or something?"

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In another world, he would have simply gotten up and left without a care for the boy - but no matter how savagely he acted, Erik had been brought up in better ways, rules and guidelines keeping him from acting the way he wanted more often than he really wanted to admit. Green eyes settled on the other’s face once more, while he did not know what exactly he was looking for - any familiarity that would make little sense, a sign that he was slowly growing insane. Instead, he just watched and listened, taking in the guitar that was strapped to the boy’s back and the band t-shirt, the tousled blonde hair - and the apology that tumbled over his lip. Erik did not enjoy apologies, neither giving nor taking them. Especially now that the boy’s words made him feel strangely guilty for having shoved the younger student aside. Slowly, he took another drag from his cigarette, keeping the smoke in his mouth for longer than necessary until the pleasant sensation turned into a gag reflex-triggering taste.

When he held the cigarette, wrist propped on his knee and eyes tracing the curves and lines of the snake tattoo on his forearm rather than paying more attention to the other boy, he noticed his fingers were still trembling slightly - not enough to be noticed by the stranger, which was the only comfort he had in this moment. Erik shivered as he felt the breeze caressing his neck, regretting that he had not brought his usual leather jacket along. He liked the cold days better than summer, and yet in this moment he would have rather burned than felt cold, as it made him feel weak. With a dismissive gesture, he tossed the cigarette to the ground and extinguished it with the sole of his boot before the dry blades of grass could catch fire. Only then he looked at the boy again, huffing at his words. How stupid could he be?

“Why don’t you just go and follow everyone else, it’s a safe bet that that’s the fucking way to Hogsmeade,” the Swede said, nodding towards the smaller groups of students that were walking down the path. It was dumb to stay with him and force one’s presence on him while clearly everyone was on the way down to the village. Meanwhile Erik felt like he wanted to return to the castle instead and take a nap, only so he could pretend that none of this had actually happened. He would even argue with himself that it was just the parental neglect bubbling onto the surface again, making him wish he still had other relatives - but even if he would still wish to have them, they would not come in the shape of a boy who looked so much younger and far too cheerful to be likeable at all.

Maybe we can get a drink or something. He raised a brow at the boy - Emil, he reminded himself, because formalities mattered little when Erik was trying to chase the boy way. “You’re not even old enough for a drink, and I don’t like butterbeer. Go play with someone else.” Erik got up and brushed some invisible dirt from his backside before walking past the smaller boy - this time without touching him, almost as if he feared that he would catch something when touching the other’s skin. He shoved his hands in his pocket, shaking his head slightly as loose, pale strands fell in his face and tickled his cheek. But even as he turned his back towards Emil, the tension in his shoulders was visible - and the boy was sure it would crack if he moved his head too fast now.

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Up until this moment, everyone that Emil had met at Hogwarts in the last few months had led the boy to believe that there was no one that could be mean or rude. Even Anora, who had snapped at him about the strumming of his guitar being bad for the plants in the greenhouse had eventually starting talking to the boy and seemingly had warmed up to him. This older boy, however, was not like this at all. He was cool and dismissive, not even bothering to look at Emil, which made the younger boy feel even smaller than he already was and strangely insignificant - like a pesky bug that should've been squashed long ago. His green eyes flickered to the tattoo that was on the older boy' arm, but only for a moment, before they dropped to the grass, studying the shoes of them both, one set boots and the other sneakers.

Long fingers held the strap that was across his chest slightly more tightly now, as he felt small in front Erik. Not even the tall badger, Njord, had made him feel this small. A touch of red came to Emil's cheeks at the other boy's response. Yes, it was obvious that Emil could just follow the other students, but wasn't it obvious that he was trying to be friendly towards the older boy, the one that just so happened to share the Dwight last name with him? It troubled the badger that Erik did not want to be his friend, was dismissing him, maybe even mocking him in a way. Emil hadn't even noticed when Elias had done this during his first few days at Hogwarts, why was this older boy different?

Maybe it was that there was some part of him that had always desired to know more about the Dwights - there was a distinct possibility that that they could be distantly connected by the last name. The smile had faded from the boy's lips and his green eyes shifted from the grass where Erik had put out the cigarette to the students that were headed down the pathway. Still, something within him made him hesitate. What was it that he had done to make Erik so upset? Was it the instance in line where Emil had been in the way? Was it that they shared a name? Or was it that this older boy was merely dealing with something else that was on his mind an the badger had gotten the nasty end of it? Emil had no way of knowing. No way of finding out either, considering the fact that the other boy was brushing him off.

Turning away from Erik, he nodded. "Bye, then." His voice was softer, more defeated than before, as though the badger had thought that the peace offering would work, that they would get along in the end. It was the belief that anyone could be his friend, that everyone was his friend. For the first time since he arrived at Hogwarts the boy felt this hope diminish and that was tough for the boy to swallow. Thankful that the smell of the nicotine was fading away now that Erik had put out the cigarette, Emil started down the path to join after the other students that were headed to the village outside of the school grounds.

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Erik Dwight did not enjoy lies unless they played in his favour, and he did not enjoy illusions unless he was the one who came up with them to get himself through the day. This small boy in front of him was delusional in his own ways, almost naive - and it made the eagle angry, because he had learned the lesson that not everyone was going to be his friend the hard way. It had been when they moved to Scarborough that the children of the neighbourhood had picked up on the air of strangeness that seemed to surround the little boy with the too long and too messy hair who mostly kept close to his mother by the beach or stayed within the restraints of their garden. He had grown older, and so had they, but they had only ever lured him out with the promise of a simple ball game to shove him around, call his mother a witch because that was what their parents did, too and did everything to make the small boy’s face distort.

Until then, Erik had been protected, his friends had been chosen for him before his birth. The Larssons had lived next door, and Severin and Erik had been put together ever since they had been born, always joined by Sighild. The Isleys and the Connors were blessed with children as well, providing enough playmates so the boy never had to bother with making friends by himself. The children that lived close by had only ceased to push him around and call names after him after he had accidentally set the sleeve of one of the older boys on fire - then, they had been too scared to bully him any longer. It had left the boy with a certain fear of others when he had started to attend Hogwarts, at least until his dorm mate Tag had taken him by the hand during their first dinner, and until he had befriended Kiljan.

Children were not always nice, and Emil had to learn this lesson, too - even though Erik had not intended to be the one who taught him. Still he was relieved when the boy finally left, and he took a small detour before finding back to the path that led towards Hogsmeade. He did not really know to do there in the end, but he passed the windows and walked through the Honeyduke’s for a while, glancing at sweets without caring enough to buy them. It seemed like Emil had taken his appetite away with him, and he wished he could forget this encounter again. But the Swede was a natural overthinker - he would mull an issue around in his head until he could feel the weight deep down in his stomach, nerves tense and on fire. His head was hurting, and soon he needed to leave the small shop that was filled with overly sweet and sticky scents in order to breathe fresh air again.

Hogsmeade had never been pleasant without the right company, and at times, the streets looked odd by day because Erik had grown fond of them by night, when only the pubs were illuminated and the only sounds were breaking glass and the hollering of those who had been drinking too much. In this moment, he would give his life for a drink, anything that would calm him down enough as he walked over the gravel of the streets, frowning as the heard the sound of guitar strings being struck gently. Fate really did hate him at times.

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The childhood of the fourth year had not been lacking in people to play or spend time with. As it so happened, Emil had befriended many in his childhood, though more often than not it had been muggles that he gained friendships with. Loving music had stemmed from an age far younger than the boy could recall, always dancing or smiling because of the music that played in his home that he shared with his mother. By the time he was five, the child had started to beg his mother to let him learn to play an instrument and by the time that he was seven she had caved - first learning the basics of piano and then of the guitar. It seemed that the boy had finally found something that he possessed talent in, something that the boy that struggled with school work and other tasks had not found before.

It was with excitement that the badger carried the instrument that he had gained possession of when he was nine through the streets of the village. Hogesmeade had always been a place that he dreamed about, but never come to, having lived in Sweden until this past spring. His bright green eyes were shiny as the sun reflected off of his frazzled blond hair, no doubts that it would be bleached further in the coming days as the sun grew warmer. Honeydukes, O-DELLICIOUS!, The Three Broomsticks, among many others catching his eye. The encounter with the older boy seemed to have faded from his heart and Emil had long since lost himself in the joy of being in the village. After choosing carefully which things to buy this time around, Emil found a small bench off the pathway. Setting the bag that he had acquired down first, the badger pulled the guitar from his back and rested it on his lap in front of him, shivering slightly, wishing that he had thought to bring a sweatshirt of jacket along with him. The slight breeze was just enough to make him chilled.

Muggle children had flocked to him, at parks and at school, whether it be to dance an sing or to reenact a Disney movie. Peter pan was his favorite - being brave enough to rescue Wendy from the terrible Captain Hook was something that Emil and his friends played often. A part of him longed to be able to play the flute now, to be able to play some of the songs that came from the movie. Instead, most of his songs that he played on the wooden instrument were from other Disney movies, namely Lion King. It was the songs that came from these movies that shined on the boy's heart. Still, now that the excitement of being in the village was starting to wear, the newness of the situation fading, his thoughts drifted back to the other Dwight boy that he had met earlier that day, strumming his instrument slowly.

"Hakuna Matata," he whispered, green eyes falling to the chords that his fingers were playing, unnecessarily. In a slightly louder voice, he sang, "means no worries, for the rest of your days..." The older boy's reaction still troubled him, even if the badger knew that he should let it go. Still, the music helped to calm his body and soon the high pitched, Swedish accented laced voice started to filter through the street, along with the strumming of his guitar, singing about not having any worries.

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He could have turned around and walk in the opposite direction - but he did not, because Erik Christian Dwight was not known for making reasonable decisions. Instead, he walked towards the sound of the guitar, leaning against one of the house walls and crossing his arms while he listened to the strangely familiar tune he could not quite place for a moment. It was not a sad tune, rather positive indeed - and therefore not the kind of music the boy was usually listening too. He liked the dark beats, the howls of guitars and the slow beat of the drum that would rise as the song went on, until it became as unsteady as a running deer’s heartbeat. Erik enjoyed feeling basslines in his veins and feeling his own heart adjust to the rhythm until he could not only hear, but also feel the song while words were screamed into a void that had never cared to reply to those who suffered.

Suddenly, it dawned on the eagle why the odd tune was so familiar, together with the words that were sung in an accent that was all too familiar. It could not be - none of his relatives back in Sweden held the Dwight surname, they were all Leanders, which could only mean that if this boy was related to him in any way, he had to descend from someone who came from Sweden, too. Erik pushed all these thoughts aside because it was the song the ferret - no, what was the animal again? - had sung in the Lion King movie he had seen with JR. There had been a lot of songs, but that one had somehow gotten stuck, also because the older Gryffindor had sung it to him one night when he had brought him back to the Ravenclaw tower during his days as a prefect. Calmly, Erik listened, while his fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt that covered his upper arms. He could just walk away from all of this and try to forget - or, he could solve this riddle like a true Ravenclaw for once.

Pushing himself off the wall once more, he approached the boy with the guitar, although there was no real plan shaping in his head yet. Pale fingers ran over the wood of the bench’s backrest as he walked, before he moved and swung himself onto it, looking down at Emil as he sat beside him with his boots resting on the seat. Nervously, he picked on the holes in the dark fabrics of his skinny jeans while biting on his left lip ring, before the question he needed to ask was slowly shaping in his mind. Green eyes scanned the younger boy’s appearance once more - the clothes, a style that looked like the one he used to wear when he had been younger, too and the messy hair that did not have the same shade as his own. But these eyes were painfully familiar, and he intertwined his fingers that hung in between his knees.

“What’s your father’s name?” Erik finally asked, uncaring of the fact he was interrupting Emil’s song with such a sudden question. But he needed to know the truth, if only to write letters home and ask why he had not been informed - after all, his grandfather had told him to stay away from Kiljan all those years ago, and he had also informed him that Elsa Storm was his cousin. Why not this time, and what was all of this about. He reached out and pushed the long, pale strands over his shoulder again, waiting for a reply while all those people who passed them could not even guess what was going down in between the two boys.

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It was good advice, not to have any worries. A smile came as the badger continued to sing the lyrics that went along with song, his eyes closing as he enjoyed the happiness that came along with playing his instrument and picturing the characters in the movie singing as well. Although Emil had always known that he magical blood, the boy had grown up in both worlds, which was why he knew Disney movies so well, or why his teeth that were presented in the smile had once been straightened by muggle braces over one summer, rather than by magic. His mother loved both worlds, though Emil did not know exactly how she had become so connected with the muggle world, since she too, was a pureblood. It was not something that the badger questioned; rather he trusted and accepted things just the way that they were.

His fingers continued to strum the strings of the guitar, making precise movements so that each chord was exactly the way that it was supposed to be. There was a pick in the pocket of his jeans, but Emil made no move to get it out - there was something about being able to feel the vibrations in his fingers that helped calm the boy and soon, once more, the older boy that had troubled Emil had drifted away from his mind and heart. There was no reason to worry. There was no reason to have troubles when he couldn't control the situation. Until Erik wanted to talk to him, there was nothing that Emil could do. After their last parting, the badger didn't think that this would be happening anytime soon. It was just the way that it was.

His high pitched voice caught the attention of some as they walked down the gravel pathway, the smells of different shops filling the air. His sharp green eyes opened as the bench creaked underneath the weight of someone and he looked to the other person that had joined him. Expecting someone that was a fan of the song that he was singing, Emil felt shock filter through him as he saw none other than Erik Dwight next to him. His fingers stumbled and played the wrong chords before stopping all together and his throat had dried up in the anticipation of what it was the older boy was going to do.

His breath hitched, shifting to make more room on the bench for Erik - it was the polite thing to do after all. "John. Wait. You mean my biological father, I bet." Emil realized the mistake he had made quickly - after all, it was because of their last names that Erik was having troubles, right? Or the alphabet thing. "I-I don't know.. I only met him once. I was little." Emil started, a hand reaching up to brush his hair away from his face. His eyebrows furrowed, thinking for a moment, as he shifted the guitar better in his lap, fingers tightening around the neck of the instrument. His voice was quiet, mumbling more to himself than to the older boy watching him. "Walter? Winston?" Emil shook his head, green eyes dropping to his converse sneakers. "Weston. No... William?" His bright green eyes moved to meet Erik's again, this time hopeful that he had gotten something right, for once.

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There had been a subliminal message delivered when JR and Erik watched the Lion King, and the boy assumed that much like Aesop’s Fables, morals were easier delivered when brought to you by talking animals - sly foxes, cunning snakes and in this case, courageous lions that became kings from the exile. The young man was sure he had never seen so many singing animals, yet the movie had been a pleasant experience for both of them - or so he thought. It was a disgusting twist of fate to have a song from the first muggle movie he had ever seen flung in his face by the boy with the painfully familiar eyes and surname, but he could not exactly change it right now, staring at the messy blonde hair that was a completely different shade than his own - then again, William Dwight’s hair was dark, and therefore this was no indication at all to whether they were related or not.

At times, the mean side of the Swede showed as well, and he smirked as Emil’s fingers slipped, playing a chord that definitely did not belong into the song. Erik might not be capable of playing an instrument himself, yet he listened to enough music to notice when a melody was off tune. With a raised brow, he watched the smaller and younger boy make more room for him, even if Erik did not need it, given he was sitting on the backrest of the bench, only his boots placed on the seat. He sighed a little, looking at Emil with a frown as he waited for a reply. The boy seemed to be confused as to who exactly his father was - but was it not often the case with those who were not of pure blood? He knew he should not be as judgemental, given that he usually only displayed small amounts of blood purity issues towards others - unless it came to beings like werewolves, of course.

Erik was not a patient person - and yet he waited, fingers intertwining more tightly as he watched the other boy, listening to the names that were offered to him, all of them starting with a W. It all matched - William Dwight’s long absences for work, his increasing dislike for his own son and at times for his wife even, the shared last name and the fact that Emil had only met his father when he was little. It suited the man to abandon two sons, and yet it felt like a dagger to the heart as the name was spoken in this accent - familiar, even though hailing from other regions of Sweden, as the boy could tell as much. William? The long-haired young man closed his eyes for a moment, mentally counting down from five - but how much did it really help?

Apparently not enough as he moved forward, grabbing the much smaller boy by the collar of his band t-shirt while still keeping a certain distance to him - it was almost funny how he allowed touches by almost everyone, yet not by someone who shared at least half of his blood, another seed from the loins of the one man he hated the most. “I will give you a good advice, Emil Dwight - stay the fuck out of my way. Forget you met me for all I care, but stay away.” With that, he gave him a shove and turned away, jumping from the bench and almost running from the boy as if his presence was toxic. He could feel the pain in his chest and the burning tears in his eyes, even if he did not know what he could possibly cry about. It hurt, and he hoped that the child would take his words and stay away, because he did not need another reminder of how much his father disliked him by his side.

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Emil shivered and shook as the older boy grabbed his collar of the t-shirt that he was wearing. Fear gripped the edges of him, his heart burst into an explosion of pumping faster as his green eyes widened, watching Erik. As the other boy had moved suddenly, Emil felt his hands slide from the guitar that he had been holding, the instrument crashing to the ground. A sickening feeling sprang up within the younger boy as the instrument seemed to move in slow motion, making a sickening sound. Erik spoke, but Emil was too dazed to really listen. As quickly as Erik had grabbed he let the boy go and the momentum sent the badger crashing against the back of the bench that they had been sitting on. A lump formed in the throat of the sun kissed boy, his eyes starting to water.

Slow motion seemed to kick in as Emil stared at the instrument, strings snapped and Emil knew that with the sickening sound that had sprang from the guitar as it fell that he would not be able to repair it as he had so many times before. This was more than just a loose string that had disconnected. Tears threatened to escape his tear ducts as he sat, stunned, his fingers clasping his thighs, staring at the instrument that his mother had given him five years prior. It was gone, in the matter of seconds. Why?

His green eyes shot up to the older boy that had already turned away, had already delivered the warning that he wanted to give. What was wrong with Erik that he needed to act this way? Emil's throat burned as he also jumped up, grabbing the broken guitar by the neck, his feet carrying him after Erik faster than he knew. Emil dashed past Erik and moved in front of him, frustration rippling through him. Even calm people had their limits. Breaking the instrument must've been the snapping point for Emil. As angry as he was, the tears had already started to stain the badger's cheeks. Still, the boy's eyes flashed darker with the emotion that was swirling within him, lifting the guitar up to Erik, his hand shaking it slightly. "You broke it. You broke it! Five years I've had it and in one morning you hate me. You broke it!"

Emil fell to his knees defeated, hating himself the whole time. His fingers let go of the guitar, letting it slide down his leg and to the ground once more. Wiping at his eyes, he glared up at the older Dwight boy. "What did I ever do to you? Have a name that comes in front of yours in the alphabet? Have the same last name? What did I ever do to you? I can't believe you broke it." Emil was repeating himself by this point, probably not making any sense, but he didn't care any longer. The guitar had been a gift from his mother five years prior and he knew there was no way that either of them could afford a new one without months of scrounging coins. His breath hitched as he stood again, the small tantrum over as he picked up the broken instrument and got up, his feet slowly starting to turn him away. It was no use waiting for an answer from Erik. He didn't want to be around Emil, anyways. The older boy had already made that very clear. "Never mind," he trembled, "I'll do what you want and go."

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Erik Dwight was not violent by nature - he was rather defensive, his destructive tendencies only ever working against himself but rarely against other people, or objects for that matter. He had not meant to hurt Emil, or break any of the younger boy’s belongs - in fact, he was not even to blame, at least not alone. It was not like he had forced the other to drop his guitar, but he could hear the terrible sound of cracking wood - not unlike the sound his own wand had made when it had broken under his weight not too long ago. He winced a little, yet his own sanity was more important than whatever the badger was currently experiencing - or so Erik had thought. Selfishness had never been a trait that had been associated with him either, as the eagle had a tendency to give himself up for others instead of making sure that he was okay. It would be hypocritical to say he cared about his own mental health, given his fingers were trembling and his sight was blurred - blurred enough to almost collide with the much smaller body that suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was the sound of Emil’s voice that made him wince even more than the breaking guitar had, the absolute sadness and despair he could in every syllable, laced by anger. You broke it. Wasn’t it something he did all the time, breaking things apart without wanting to? Relationships, guitars - it was all the same for him, as if everything he touched or looked at was prone to break sooner or later; a Gorgon’s curse that worked in an even more destructive way than turning things to stone within the blink of an eye. Pale fingers shaped fists as he watched the younger boy fall to his knees in front of him, dull, green eyes grazing the broken guitar. A spell would not fix it, as instruments were too fickle to be patched together with the wave of a wand. Five years was a long time, especially when it came to an item Emil actually loved enough to carry around everywhere as it seemed. Erik could not remember when he had felt so bad for someone else before, biting on his left lip ring as he watched the boy.

The accusations came hard like blows executed by a skilled fist, making him flinch and take a step away from Emil until he stood again, obviously defeated by his own emotions without giving the eagle a chance to try and apologize. But Erik’s tongue felt so heavy, even as he walked after the boy who had turned away from him so fast, following his orders to leave. One hand landed on Emil’s shoulder, and he reached out, wrapping his arm around the smaller body without really knowing what he was doing. “Ledsen,” he whispered, well aware that the blonde would understand. Sorry. For a moment, he held him, before letting go and taking a step back once more, crossing his arms. “William Dwight is my father, too. Do what you want with that, but stay away from me. It’s better for both of us.”

It was a harsh truth he shared, almost like tossing Emil into these deep, dark waters Erik had almost drowned in, but what else could he do? He gave the boy one last, apologising look before he turned away from the badger and shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants, ditching all Hogsmeade adventures because he just wanted to be alone and smoke - or drink, for all he cared. No amount of nicotine could fix the strange feeling of the void inside slowly consuming him as he walked back to the castle, away from his brother.

The thought alone was enough to make him physically sick.

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