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When spring breezed over the grounds of Hogwarts like Ēostre accompanied by frolicking hares, it always brought not only the green back to the lawns, but also rumours that made their way quickly through the corridors. But Njord - not oblivious and yet at peace with himself - cared little about these, too occupied with watching nature change in front of his sunlight-filled eyes. Although he had grown up in Narvik with its long winters and cool summers, he missed the way sunlight painted green grass golden, and trees were casting their shadows upon the lawns again. He missed lounging in the grass near the lakeside, patiently waiting for his skin to tan in the gentle afternoon sun that no longer held the energy to burn his skin. But it was only April, with Ēostre’s celebrations close, and so it came that for once the wind carried rumours towards the tall Norwegian’s ears, too.

He had been idly sitting in the common room, munching on those berries covered in dark-chocolate that were carefully labelled as vegan when he had overheard a small group of girls talking about a transfer student that had been sorted into Hufflepuff. Transfer students were no longer a rare occurrence - even Njord had heard about them, if only during those rare dinners at home when his mother bothered to share whatever she had heard about the students of Hogwarts (his own cousins included) with him instead of ignoring his presence at the table and talking to Herleif instead. Another transfer from Durmstrang, it seemed - yet this time, Njord had not heard about it, which could only mean the poor (or more, the lucky) boy did not belong to the ranks of highly ranked Scandinavian purebloods, being either muggleborn or a halfblood. The Norwegian had never cared about these things, yet the news tickled a certain interest - although they were forgotten by the next morning already.

Dressed in clothes that did not do the April’s cold any justice, the young man was walking out of the common room and jogged up those stairs from the dungeons, ready to spend those remaining hours of the day after classes outside. The treetops of the forbidden forest seemed to whisper his name, the wind carrying the fresh scent of firs over to him - which eventually was just the boy’s imagination as he walked towards the entry hall to leave for his walk. But it was the sight of a young man - smaller than him, and utterly unfamiliar, packed with a guitar - that made Njord pause, one big hand with long fingers running over his unruly hair that was tied back in a bun as usual. He tilted his head, wondering whether the pieces were fitting together - and then he felt a sudden sting in the back of his mind, closing his eyes and seeking for support for a moment.

The girls in the common room, quietly speaking about a transfer student, the boy with the guitar. Njord moved in a determined way, shrugging off the blurry cobwebs of whatever had just happened - he did not know, and he did not want to think about those moments when time seemed to take a leap and the world was falling apart, as well as those troublesome dreams at night and during the day - to walk after the boy. Once he had caught up with him, he reached out, touching the younger - and smaller - boy’s shoulder, almost flinching as he felt the strange buzz of energy. His hand slipped from the other’s shoulder again while the soft and gentle smiled remained on his lips. “Hello. Excuse me if I interrupt you, but are you the new Hufflepuff?” Njord knew he was almost blocking the way, quickly trying to look less intimidating than his 6’3 with his overly broad shoulders.

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There was so much to see and do around the castle, the school that the boy had just transferred to, that it was like a dream come true. There was moving stairs that led people to new places all the time, there were secret doors that let you into new rooms, passages to lead one all over the castle, not to mention the carnival that was on the grounds of the school. Why wouldn't anyone want to be here? Emil's bright green eyes were shiny, full of curiosity, wonder and excitement as he set out on adventures every day since his arrival, meeting new people of all kinds; finding new places to play his guitar or new people that wanted to play music with him. It was if the new badger had a ray of sun all to himself, his row of straighten teeth from a year of muggle braces flashing at anyone that happened to pass the boy. Some stopped to greet him, others nodded politely and moved on; Emil was yet to meet anyone that could be considered unfriendly, however.

Stepping back into the castle from the warm spring air, his face was flushed with happiness - the carnival was an extraordinary event that had lots of food, rides, games and other activities, but what the boy really wanted at that moment was lunch. Sure, the fourth year could have simply bought something at the carnival, but his stomach was growling for something more substantial items; items that made the badger think only of the great hall. It was always filled with the sight of various and amazing items, not to mention the smell of chicken or spaghetti sauce or whatever it was that was on the menu for that meal. There were always so many good things, so many choices that Emil was excited to see what was on the menu for lunch that day.

His guitar was present on his back, as always, holey jeans and a muggle band t-shirt covering the boy's body. His hair was frayed and frazzled, from the hours that he had just spent in the sun, playing his guitar and exploring the carnival games and the maze. His bright green eyes scanned the corridors of the castle as he moved towards the great hall, pausing for a moment as he stopped to just admire the castle once more. It really was a grand place. Curiosity filled him as someone touched his shoulder from behind, turning to see a very tall man standing over him.

Emil flashed him a bright smile, as his usual was and nodded, "I am." Thinking that this very tall person must be a professor, he shifted his footing and offered his hand, "Emil Dwight, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you." It wasn't often that he used his last name in introductions, but this seemed like the proper thing to do when introducing himself to a professor. His guitar pressed against his back as his shifting made it bounce against him, but the boy didn't mind. It was a safety net of sorts, to have the instrument with him. His green eyes watched the tall man with curiosity. "What is it that you teach?"

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Surprises were the soft breeze that belonged to every summer day, the foam lingering on top of a way - they were the detail that kept life fascinating in every single aspect, like a diamond held against the light. The boy - so much smaller than Njord himself and yet almost radiating with a brightness that words could barely catch - was a surprise caught in a human body, starting by his appearance that did not seem to match his cheerful facial expression, by the guitar he carried around like a loyal friend more than an instrument and the way he replied to the tall Norwegian. It was one of those rare occasions when Njord Rasmus Vikernes found himself at loss with words, sunlight-filled eyes widening for a moment as he stared down at the boy who had just called him sir - and apparently though he was a professor of some sorts.

It took him a moment to consider his options, before a low and well-meant chuckle left the older boy’s lips, and he shook his head. The name Dwight did ring a bell for a moment - a name dropped during dinner, mulled around like a potato that had been too hot to swallow and yet it was rude to spit it out again. He had heard it in connection with his younger cousin, referencing to a happening during the Yaxley Ball he himself had attended with young Miss Faust. It seemed like the couple had not been the only scandal, but Njord had to admit that he did not bother with his mother’s gossip enough to remember the details. Instead, he focused on the young badger and his words, trying to find the most polite way to correct the boy’s mistake without sounding condescending or belittling, which was an art not many people mastered well.

Without a moment of hesitation, Njord took the boy’s hand and shook it gently, before tilting his head. “Njord Vikernes. But you do not have to call me sir. I do not teach here, I am in Hufflepuff.” Almost awkwardly, he scratched the back of his head for a moment, as he had not wanted to appear intimidating to the younger boy - instead, he had wanted to befriend him and look what had happened. It almost seemed like a God someone took a wrong step as well, and he was not too pleased with his own, current performance. Did he really look so intimidating and old? Njord had never cared enough about his appearance to wonder about these things, but now he wished to see himself through the eyes of Emil. “Nice to meet you, Emil,” he added as an afterthought, slowly letting go off the boy’s hand again.

Striking conversation had never been an issue for the tall young man, and the boy’s appearance paired with the fact he was new offered enough opportunities to chime in. “If you do not mind me asking, where are you heading? And do you think you need some help? I heard about a new student so excuse my sudden approach,” he added in his low, pleasant voice, having picked up on the accent of the boy - familiar and yet straying away from his own - as well while dying to hear more about him. But Njord was too polite to prod, he rather watched the river slowly rivet through the landscape.

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It was clear that Emil, while the friendliest sort of person, was not good at judging other people's ages. For a time, he had gained a nine year old as a friend in the park when he was thirteen, playing his instrument and teaching the younger boy how to strum the chords on the guitar in a manner that made a sound pleasing to the ear. Paul had been a lonely sort of boy and Emil had placed a bit of the sun on him during that encounter in the park. The fact that neither had realized the age difference between them was something to be said. It just wasn't like the badger to care - he wanted to be friends with everyone at Durmstrang, in muggle parks, in primary schools, and now, he wanted to be friends with the people that were at Hogwarts.

His bright green eyes wandered over the very tall man in front of him - even if he was a student, he could only be described as that. A flush crept over his skin slightly and his smile changed to be somewhat of a sheepish grin now, still smiling but the edges crinkled and the new badger felt a small doubt creep upon him. His eyes fell away from the very large and older Hufflepuff before looking back to him, swallowing, his tone just as sweet and bright, showcasing the Swedish roots that he had acquired long ago, "It's still good to meet you, Njord. I'm sorry. I'm still trying to figure out who is who around here." His politeness shined through in that moment - he wasn't about to exclaim how very large the other boy seemed in comparison to him, but it was true. He stood a full foot taller than the boy with his guitar and the transfer student felt slightly sheepish about his size in comparison.

The two boys were in the same house and even if Njord was much taller than Emil, it seemed that he was kind and just wanted to know about the new badger. Emil played lightly with the strap that was on his chest, securing his favorite instrument to his back. Could he use some help? Emil's brow crinkled in confusion. What did it look like he might need help with? Right now, he needed food. The burst of a growl that had just admitted from his stomach was sure to tell the older boy the same thing - that Emil was headed for the Great Hall for lunch. The sheepish look returned as the younger boy's eyes drifted towards his shoes once more, his ears slightly red that the growling had been so loud.

Swallowing, he forced his eyes back to the older boy and shifted, his fingers still strumming the leather strap, a grin returning as he gestured with his free hand down the corridor, "I'm headed to get some lunch, but I think the staircase might have brought me to the wrong place? I'm not entirely sure." Maybe he did look like he needed help, and this older boy was certainly offering, so why not accept it? Emil would've done the same if the situations had been reversed, that was for certain.

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Despite being the younger sibling himself, Njord had a certain affinity towards younger students - feeling the urge to protect them from whatever troubles were awaiting them within the walls of Hogwarts. No one had done these things for him - he had come here as the first member of the Nilsson and Vikernes families, his cousins following later while seeking little to none contact with the badger. His brother had been to Durmstrang, yet they had already lived in England when his time to attend school had come - fortunately, he thought on some days, as Durmstrang had a certain aura of gloom around it that he did not wish to deal with. Where did this boy come from? Judging by the soft accent and the fact he was new, Njord took a wild guess that he had been sent here from Durmstrang, too - even though the reasons for it were still left in the dark, nothing giving away that this boy with a smile so pure and innocent had done anything that would cause people to kick him out of a school.

“Oh, do not worry about it,” he assured quickly as the boy apologized, words accompanied by a swift and yet dismissive wave of his big hand. Although he had never been confused for a professor before, he could see where the boy was coming from, given that Njord was one of the taller students at Hogwarts, towering about most of his housemates with ease - and no hunching in the world could cover this fact, as his shoulders would remain as broad as they were after all. The silence between them - not awkward yet, but natural, as they were two strangers getting to know each other based solemnly on a formal introduction - was interrupted by the growl that emerged from Emil’s stomach, and it made Njord smile a little - especially as he noticed the boy’s embarrassment. It was rather obvious that he was on his way to acquire food, even though the guitar made little sense in such an endeavour.

Carefully, Njord listened to Emil’s explanation and nodded in understanding. The stairs of Hogwarts had driven him mad when he first came here, too - and wrong turns happened even to those who had been to this school for years now. “You are lucky, as they have only taken you one floor too high. The Great Hall is on the ground floor. But I am sure you will get lost thanks to the stairs a few times more often until you graduate,” the badger said in a gentle tone, nodding behind him. “The stairs are there, do you want me to come with you and make sure this stomach stops growling?” he offered, the teasing mild and without any harm in between his words. He did not wish to make the newly sorted badger uncomfortable, and saw it as his duty to make sure this child was going to be fed.

Lunch was always a troublesome time, as he had to figure out the vegan dishes in between everything that was served. But Njord chose not to worry about it for the moment, as his current goal was not to find food for himself, but for Emil Dwight - carrier of guitars and rider of wrongly moving stairs. Njord still had the slightest feeling that he had frightened the boy, almost awkwardly shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants and tilting his head, a curl of lips allowing him to blow a single blonde curl out of his face, as it had mischievously fallen there.

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In the end, Emil had left Durmstrang because his mother had wanted to move, had wanted to come to England where her parents had brought her when she was a child and she had grown up. It was not a scandal that had forced the young boy to leave his school, nor was exactly because his mother had moved that the guitar player had exchanged schools. In fact, his mother had given him the option to stay in Durmstrang, but the truth was that ever since he was a young child he had yearned to walk the halls of Hogwarts, to be within the stone walls that had been described to him in many stories from his mother over the years. He hadn't been forced to leave his old school behind, but certainly, Emil had wanted to.

It was a place that seemed dark on even the brightest of days and this was something that the new badger had never liked. Sure, he had left behind some friends, but none of them seemed to be close enough that this bothered the boy anyways - at least, not enough that Emil didn't come to Hogwarts thinking about missing friends or lost relationships. Instead, the new badger seemed up for the challenge, filled with the sense that he wanted to make new friends and have some of the same adventures his mother had mentioned during her time at Hogwarts. The school had sounded so magnificent in her stories - only be replaced that when he had arrived, Emil had found it to be beyond his wildest dreams. No story could have prepared the young boy for the actual feelings he got from playing guitar at the carnival that was happening on the grounds, meeting others that played instruments and the general happiness that surrounded the place on a daily basis.

The older boy was unlike the ones at his previous school, to say the least. Emil returned the smile, almost gratefully, when Njord dismissed his wrong doing and the slight tension in his stomach uncurled - one that the new badger hadn't quite realized was even there. Maybe it could be blamed on too many years of having to worry about older students reactions to things. Once more, Emil was overcome by the fact that Hogwarts had nicer people than those that were at his old school. Njord seemed to have a gentleness about him and the younger boy felt drawn to it, nodding. "I would like the help. I mean, if it's not too much trouble for you." The last part was to make sure that he was not an inconvenience in anyway. It would not do to make the older boy upset.

Yet, his stomach rumbled again, once more reminding Emil that he had skipped breakfast and headed out to the grounds to the carnival to play. He hadn't yet heard how long it was going to be around and the boy was rather fond of all of the things and the happiness that generally surrounded it. "Sorry," he mumbled again, his ears turning just that slight shade of red once more. "I was out at the carnival all morning, playing some songs. I must've passed the Great Hall on my way in, even. It'll be easier to remember next time that it's on the ground floor, I suppose." Emil felt meek in the face of this older student, as though the other boy would reach out and grab his guitar and take off or something. After all, it had happened before, hadn't it? Consciously reminding himself that this was not Durmstrang, Emil waited for the tall man to lead the way, still fingering the leather strap of his guitar, as if in some way, it would soothe him.

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Sometimes it was easy to spot new students, because they had a certain tension about them - a tentativeness most students quickly lost when they had settled in. Njord might not be able to relate to transferring from one school to another, because he had always attended Hogwarts, yet he knew what it was like to leave every single thing he was used to and everything he had loved behind. His family had left Narvik despite the dangers of stricter laws concerning creatures and beasts of Great Britain to enhance their wealth, to become richer and more successful - and most likely to boast with their success during the next family meeting when most branches of the Nilsson family were coming together once more. Njord had never cared about these things, but his heart had been bleeding when they had left their old mansion where the sea could always be heard and smelled - and only in his dreams, he was still hearing the raging of the waves; childhood memories that never faded away.

This boy in front of him - Emil - almost seemed to be timid, but soon melting in the light the tall Norwegian always radiated without even realising. “If it were troublesome, I would not offer my help,” he replied gently, shaking his head just a little. Students at Hogwarts were more blunt - more relaxed even, and judging by the accent, it was easy to guess where the boy had transferred from. Yet Njord did not ask him - he liked when people deliberately opened up and told him things, which was almost ironic given that he barely opened up towards anyone himself. As nice and polite as he was towards everyone, he did not trust as easily as one might think - Njord was not naive, his upbringing had left traces that could not be removed any more.

Njord began to walk in a medium pace, guiding the way towards the Great Hall while listening to Emil talking. Now the guitar on his back made sense, and the older badger smiled softly. “The carnival? Is it any good? I have to admit I have not been there yet….,” he said, trailing off. With whom would he go, anyway? Gretchen did not appear like the kind of person who would enjoy such things, and their friendship was still slowly growing. He had not heard from August in a while, but eventually, Archibald would be up for going? Taking a mental note of asking his friend later, Njord paused as he pointed at the large, wooden gate towards the Great Hall.

“It is a place you can barely miss, given you should come here at least three times a day,” he hummed and shoved his hands in the pockets of his hands, warm eyes settled on the much smaller boy again while he was unsure whether he should keep him company or leave again. It would be best to leave the decision to Emil while students passed them, obviously just as hungry as the latest addition to the badger’s den.

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Emil was grateful that this older student, the one that he had mistaken for a professor because he towered over Emil's own stature, seemed to be kind and gentle. It made the new badger to feel better about getting lost and needing help in the first place. There was a gentleness about the taller boy that seemed to radiate and it made the boy's shoulders relax to know and remember that this was not his old school, that people didn't want to be dark and upset just because that was their life. Emil felt a small breath of relief escape him and the boy gave a nod and small smile, following along after the other Hufflepuff, the resemblance probably looking like a small child wandering after a parent.

As they walked the short amount, Emil was overcome by the amazement that usually came as he wandered the castle - there were portraits that seemed to be all over in the castle, some talking to students, others that just enjoyed the company that was within their frames or next to them. His green eyes drifted, looking around the entrance hall, once again marveling over how large it was. Hogwarts was a place that the boy had wanted to come since he was small and now it was like a dream come true. His Swedeish accent showed even more as he responded to Njord, excitement mixing in his words. "Yes! It truly is excellent. You should try it. There's games and races to watch, rides and food galore, of course. I came in for food today and to get out of the sun for a while."

This was not the full truth, but Njord didn't need or probably want to know of the boy that was nearly out of pocket money for the items that were on the ground at the carnival. His mother was modest woman that worked in various jobs where ever she could, although it usually ended up being waitress jobs, both for the muggle world and the magical one. Emil knew that there was money coming from either his grandparents or that there had been some sort of settlement when his uncle had died working for the Swedish government, but these were things that his mother did not want to speak of, so Emil did not ask questions. Acceptance was something that he had been taught from a very early age - of people, of circumstances that one could not control. It did not do well to worry about these items. Instead, the boy enjoyed what he had, the relationship was strong between mother and son, and music was everything to the boy that carried his guitar all over.

Emil flushed slightly when Njord pointed out the entrance to Great Hall, giving a nod. "Can't believe I missed it." The smells coming from the Great Hall were already making the boy's mouth water and he looked back up to the older badger. "Thank you." He hesitated a moment, still smiling, fingers running over the strap once more. "D'you wanna join me? Or did you eat before already?"

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