Post by albin dimitrius allard on Jan 30, 2023 23:35:23 GMT -5
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First days were always hard, and first days in the middle of a term were even worse. It was to be Albin's third school in less than four years; first had been Chapaevsk, then Hogwarts, and now he was here. He was tired of being the new kid, yet here he was again.
Starting at Hogwarts had been bad enough, barely knowing the language, but at least then he had had Lauren in his corner, cheering him on and making sure he had everything he could need to succeed. Arthur was doing much the same, sure, but it wasn't the same. It would never be the same. Nothing would ever heal the hole in his heart left by his mother's loss, not totally.
This time, though, at least Albin wasn't alone. Austen was set to start the same day, which had to count for something. Having a friendly face in a new place would be a comfort, if only a small one.
Albin waited on the front lawn that morning, waiting for Austen. They'd promised to walk in together, two new kids against what would no doubt be far too many side glances. Albin fidgeted with his tie, tightening it and pulling it straight. The uniform was itchy and uncomfortable and, though by all accounts his appearance was fine, he couldn't help messing with it.
Austen's arrival was a welcome sight, one that made Albin let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. Some part of him was afraid Austen wasn't coming, as illogical as that would be. Still, when Austen drew close Albin couldn't help but pull his friend into a hug.
"You ready for this?" Albin asked, letting go of his friend at last. Austen looked only half as nervous as he felt, but hopefully he was playing it off well. The last thing he needed was to start his first day as the weird, twitchy, nervous new kid.
Starting at Hogwarts had been bad enough, barely knowing the language, but at least then he had had Lauren in his corner, cheering him on and making sure he had everything he could need to succeed. Arthur was doing much the same, sure, but it wasn't the same. It would never be the same. Nothing would ever heal the hole in his heart left by his mother's loss, not totally.
This time, though, at least Albin wasn't alone. Austen was set to start the same day, which had to count for something. Having a friendly face in a new place would be a comfort, if only a small one.
Albin waited on the front lawn that morning, waiting for Austen. They'd promised to walk in together, two new kids against what would no doubt be far too many side glances. Albin fidgeted with his tie, tightening it and pulling it straight. The uniform was itchy and uncomfortable and, though by all accounts his appearance was fine, he couldn't help messing with it.
Austen's arrival was a welcome sight, one that made Albin let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. Some part of him was afraid Austen wasn't coming, as illogical as that would be. Still, when Austen drew close Albin couldn't help but pull his friend into a hug.
"You ready for this?" Albin asked, letting go of his friend at last. Austen looked only half as nervous as he felt, but hopefully he was playing it off well. The last thing he needed was to start his first day as the weird, twitchy, nervous new kid.
Albin Dimitrius
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