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[not_his_pa]

William hasn't found any more doors to Milliways for about a week and he hasn't quite been looking, it was too confusing with good food, nice people and then Wade.

This morning he's only thinking up about saddling up Les and checking the fences now that Mark's off to school. The little healing vial is tucked away in his hiding place alongside the drawing of his Pa that Wade did since he's not sure what to do with it.

When the door to the tack room opens onto the Bar, he stares at it for a while before walking up to the counter and asking for some coffee. He's not quite sure how he feels about being here, but he's here now.

Tiny tag who needs to wake up: William Evans

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[scots_wolf]

A tall man with long blond hair and a large black cloak is leaning against the bar, drinking coffee as well.

He gives William a brief look.

[not_his_pa]

William nods to the man and eyes the cloak, it seems like something out of a storybook.

[scots_wolf]

"Good morning," the man says, drinking his coffee.

His voice is a bit Scottish. The coffee looks a bit anachronistic in his hand.

[not_his_pa]

"Morning, sir,"

The accent sounds kind of familiar, everyone seems to head West hoping for something.

[scots_wolf]

"You're new, aren't you?" the man asks, almost amused. "And some sort of cowboy."

He's met cowboys before.

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, sir, my family has a her, yes. What're you?"

He's not sure if that's polite to ask, but he wants to know.

[scots_wolf]

The man laughs.

"I'm the bad guy," he says.

[not_his_pa]

William takes a drink of his coffee and gives the man a cautious look,

"That a joke?"

[scots_wolf]

"No," the man says. "I'm sure if you ask the right people, they'll agree very enthusiastically."

Beat.

"After all, you asked me what I was, not who."

[not_his_pa]

"And you're proud of that?"

Its hard not to think of Wade and his pride in being as bad as he can be and William's hand drifts to his hip where there's no gun today.

[scots_wolf]

Interesting question.

"I'm not ashamed of it," Urquhart says. "Why should I? I am good at what I do. Which is killing select difficult people for a very high price."

[not_his_pa]

His hand tightens on his pants' leg,

"Don't matter if they have a family or why? Just kill them so you can get paid?"

[scots_wolf]

"Yes," Urquhart says. "Everybody has a family, after all."

Beat.

"I guess where you are there's no universities or even better schools anywhere, is there?"

[honourbyname]

There's a boy sitting at the bar, a few seats down from William.

He's enjoying a glass of pumpkin juice and what looks to be breakfast.

Or a breakfast, anyway.

(Breakfast at Hogwarts is in a few hours.)

[not_his_pa]

William notices him and blinks, rubbing his face with his hands, he must be seeing things, that boy looks kind of like him.

Though he's not sure why someone would wear robes, they look hard to move in.

[honourbyname]

Indeed - upon first glance, one might happen to notice that the shape of their faces are a little similar. (As are their noses, a bit.)

But upon closer inspection, Albus still looks a lot like his dad and his grandfather. That is unmistakable.

Albus is in the middle of taking a bite of his toast when he thinks he notices someone noticing him in the corner of his eye.

He turns, toast at his mouth, hand frozen there in place and all.




"Erm. Hullo."

Then, minding his manners, he places the toast back upon his plate and wipes his fingers.

[not_his_pa]

The closer look does help, its just odd, "Sorry, just..,"

William has no idea what to say since all he can think is you look kind of like me.

[honourbyname]

Albus is starting to see the similarities (and notes the differences too).

Is this kind of what he'd look like if he were dressed as a cowboy? (Like, say, if he went to Miss Barlow's world for a bit?)




"... yeah. Er. I'm not you from another version of your world," he assures him. "At least I don't think so. Not unless your name's Albus Potter."

[not_his_pa]

"Why'd there be another version of my world? I'm William Evans,"

That's just a confusing thing to say.

[honourbyname]

Oh.

Uh.

Has no one explained that to him?

"Is this your first time here, um. William?"

(Thank Merlin he hadn't said 'Actually, my name is Albus Potter!')

[not_his_pa]

"No, second time,"

He didn't get a lot of explanation the first time.

[honourbyname]

"Oh."

Well, that'd explain some things, then.

"I suppose no one's told you that time and space is a bit weird here? That means um. Anything could happen, really. I've met my mum when she was my age here."

[not_his_pa]

"Knew there were folks from other places and times and all, but not like that."

[honourbyname]

"Yeah. I ... um. I didn't think it'd ever happen to me, but then ... there she was. So, she's from my world. Just ... a different version of it. It's the one from way before I was born."

[not_his_pa]

"But she's still your Ma?"