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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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"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.

"So you study as much history as you can find?"

Albus nods.

"Yeah. My dad tells me I'm a lot like my aunt Hermione. I - um. Spend a lot of my time in libraries."

The last bit is more or less mumbled in a vaguely embarrassed manner.

"You've got one nearby? I mean I like reading but books cost money."

"There's one at my school," he replies.

And yes.

When he's home for the holidays, he tends to hole himself up in the their house-hold library.

"Oh! - Um. D'you know about the library here, maybe? I've never been, but ... it doesn't cost anything."

"No, might go look. Though don't read anything that fancy just dime novels,"

Albus probably wouldn't be impressed that he can't get to school very often.

Well. So long as he wanted to learn, Albus wouldn't judge him.

Anyway, he hasn't got very many judgmental bones in his body.

He leaves the judging to James.

"Er. Dime novels?"

(OOC: Tiwa in my head says she'll thwap James anytime he gets judgmental.)

"Yeah, detective stories and stuff like that."

[ooc: loool. Looks like he'll be getting thwapped a few times, then.]

"Oh - yeah? Those sound brilliant. I really enjoy a good detective story," says Albus enthusiastically.

And he means it too.

Stories where people have to solve things without the use of magic tend to be really, really interesting. And impressive.

"Bar, could we have the newest of the New York Detective and the Honest Sheriff? The ones out West aren't really that close to how things are but they're good reads,"

A couple of slim books appear in front of them.

Albus leans forward a little, sliding his plate of cold toast aside.

In the name of books.

With the excitement of a child.

"Who writes these?"

"Not sure, none of the names sound really real,"

Probably cheaply paid writers somewhere in New York City.

He's glancing at some of the names.

... but seeing as wizards are known for their own slightly odd names, Albus isn't quite sure what to think.

"D'you - um. Mind if I borrow one of these?" he asks. "I'll give it back the next time I see you."

"These aren't mine, just thought of the ones I like. Be curious what you think about them."

"Oh. Well, you still asked for them, so I suppose they're more yours than mine," he says. "But - yeah. I'm interested to read them."

He smiles.

"It's just - erm. I should probably be heading back to school. I woke up early so I could talk to one of my professors before breakfast."

... wow, why couldn't he have lied and said he was going to meet a girl before breakfast or something?

"You in trouble?"

Having to go in before school is never good.

Albus?

In trouble?

He's not the sort to laugh about it, but anyone else might give a good, hearty guffaw if one were to insinuate that Albus Severus Potter gets into trouble at school.

He shakes his head.

"No. It's - um. I had something I wanted to talk to a professor about. It concerns an essay I'm writing."

"Oh, that's good," William doesn't think he's ever written an essay.

"Yeah."

And now Albus is a little more than embarrassed about his studious habits.

"Erm. But I'll see you again soon? I mean, I have a door that appears quite often. So."

"That'd be nice. Good luck with all your stuff."

"Thanks."

He smiles again as he packs up his things and slides his plate away from him so that Bar knows he no longer wants it.

It seems to disappear into the woodwork.

"It was nice to meet you, William."

Then with his bag over his shoulder, he's off to his door and back to Hogwarts.

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