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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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"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."

"I know, couldn't kill him when I had the chance,"

William keeps staring down into his coffee that's getting cold so Albus doesn't see how much he's hurting.

"You're probably better for it," Albus says wisely. "I don't speak from experience or anything, but um. It can really mess you up, killing someone."

He's seen the way his parents sometimes get that haunted look on their faces when they think no one's looking.

"Yeah, probably. Why are you wearing robes? Never seen anything like that before,"

Maybe talking about something else will help.

To be honest, Albus is kind of glad for the subject change too.

"Oh - um. It's sort of my school uniform. And in my world, wizards commonly wear robes like these too."

"You're a wizard? What kind of stuff can you do?"

Albus nods.

"Er. Lots of things? I mean, that's sort of a really general question."

He shrugs, laughing a little.

"I've never met a wizard before, so I don't know where to start. Do you like studying magic?"

"Yeah," Albus says. "It's - um. I mean, it's a bit difficult sometimes, but it's brilliant."

"What kinds of things are you best at doing?"

"Actually, I've got a great interest in history," Albus admits. "It probably sounds really stupid ..."

Particularly when most people think the actual magicking is the greatest part of Hogwarts, but.

"I mean - I'm - I can do all my other subjects quite well, it's just. I really like learning about wizards from the past, and what they've done to make the world what it is today. You know?"

He all but blushes when he finishes. Albus bets this boy, who resembles him in some ways, probably thinks he's the ultimate nerd now.

William nods and takes a drink of coffee,

"Sort of, its nice to know why things happen so they don't happen again."

"Yeah. That's a part of it. It's also sort of brilliant to figure out why people do the things they do," Albus says, picking at his breakfast absent-mindedly.

"I'd wanted to learn about Muggle history too. Only, our Muggle Studies course is a bit ... basic." He clears his throat. "Erm. Muggles are people who are non-magical."

"Must be a lot of wizards if you don't learn much about other folks."

"Well, it's not terribly important to some wizards," Albus explains. "The Wizarding World is ... sort of kept separate from the Muggle World."

Yes, even still.

Most of the muggle world isn't exactly ready for something like magic and wizards beyond what they read in storybooks and see in films.

"Most muggles don't know about the Wizarding World."

"Oh, but you do?"

That seems smart of Albus.

"Well. Er - I'm not a muggle," Albus reminds him. "And - um. My dad actually grew up in the muggle world until he went to Hogwarts, the school I go to. So I know a bit about muggles."

And it's clear he finds them fascinating.