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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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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.)

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.

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.

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.

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."

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

That's just a confusing thing to say.

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!')

"No, second time,"

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

"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."

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

"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."

"But she's still your Ma?"

"Yeah. She is."

Uh.

He thinks.

Well, he's pretty sure.

"Must be strange,"

It'd be odd to meet his Pa when he was younger or his Ma.

Albus nods.

"It was," he agrees. "But it was also pretty cool. There's no other place where something like that could happen."

"What other sort of weird stuff happens here?"

"Um. Dead people supposedly look like anybody else, I suppose," he says thoughtfully.

He doesn't think he's seen any dead people yet, but considering what he'd just said ...

"Also some of the holidays can get a bit strange, if you decide to spend them here. Um. My mate - he sort of got turned into a dog-thing a bit, this past Halloween."

Yeeeah, it was weird.

"Dead folks?"

He looks around quickly, he's not sure if he wants to see his Pa.

Albus nods.

"I ... I'm guessing there's someone you once knew whom you'd - um. Rather not see?"

"My Pa was killed about a year ago. I'm not sure how I'd feel about seeing him again,"

They didn't really have much of a goodbye.

"Oh."

Albus looks appropriately sympathetic.

"I'm really sorry."

He can't even imagine losing his own father. At all. The idea is inconceivable. Albus isn't even sure what he'd do.

William looks down into his coffee cup,

"Yeah, man who's fault it is here. Met him last time I came."

Considering the fact that William is sitting here having a coffee and not in the cells means he must have been told the rules, right?

So Albus doesn't have to sound like a total git and make sure he knows them as a caution for the future?

He nods, anyway.

Quiet. Thoughtful.

He wasn't until this time, Wade just threatened him with the cells,

"Sorry, just hate Wade. He might not have pulled the trigger but if it wasn't for him, my Pa would be alive."

"Yeah."

Albus feels mightily awkward.

"And - um. I mean, it's all right to hate him, I suppose. You don't have to apologize. Just - um. Don't let it consume you. The hatred, I mean."