A New Beginning [ Sebastian / Ren]

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It was a day that was dark, and cloudy and yet there was a sort of beauty that filled the large city on this sort of day. The streets of the city were packed to the brim with muggles who were rushing, shoving others out of their way in order to get to their planned destination before the first drops of the day's beautiful rain could fall from the heavens. Standing underneath the saftey of the dark umbrella that he had thought to bring, stood a large man who watched the muggles with a pair of dark, coffee brown eyes. The man's face was unreadable and almost expressionless, pulled perfectly in the stotic mask that he had managed to perfect over the years and yet there was a sort of amusement that shone through in his eyes.


The Hungarian man was different from others that shared his ancestry in many different ways. He, unlike other pureblooded males, was not interested in the pureness of one's blood, holding a strange fascination for watching muggles as they wandered around, always in some sort of rush in order to complete their days and go on with their lives. He had been one of the most adament supporters of the young Harry Potter back when he had attended Hogwarts, before joining in the fight alongside his brother to rid his motherland of Death Eaters. During that dark time, they had both been labled as blood traitors and had been hunted down, only to be named heroes later when Harry Potter successfully defeated the Dark Lord. Their family name had been written down in Hungarian history, only to be wiped out and nearly forgotten on the night that took place fifteen years ago.


The battle of Rejtett, the night in which everything he had ever loved and known had been ripped away from him.


Just the memory of that bloody night had caused the small light in the man's eyes to be replaced by a dark type of solemness and slowly he felt the desire to be surrounded by the muggles that he usually found so fascinating slip away. With his grip held tightly on his umbrella, he began to move through the sea of people, seeking to find a place where he could be alone to think for a quiet moment. It took a few moments before he was able to seperate from the crowd and slowly he made his way down the empty street. Small crystaline drops of cold water fell down from the sky, almost as though the sky was crying and for a moment a wry smile made it's way across his face. For what reason did the sky have to cry? He was the one that was down on the earth, spending his life searching for people that may have long since passed away. He was the one who was down on the earth all alone.


All alone and badly in need of a new beginning.

[Ren Satoshi]

Cloudy days always seemed to reach him on a level far deeper than most folks. Even the most brooding muffle could get easily downtrodden by the absence of light, but to one whose heart had embraced the shadow and cold, Ren always found the rain to be most soothing.

It had been months since he had showed up on his twin's doorstep, broken heart bleeding from his eyes, which on this night shone like black diamonds upon the still meticulously made up face that seemed frozen in an expression of emptiness. Features he hated so reverently were brought to complete perfection. He looked like a living porcelain doll, leaning against the gate of an overbearing Catholic church on the corner, not far from the street he had run down after Takumi had yelled at him. Charmed locks had grown very long and as the wind that ushered in the rain blew, it caused those ends to dance freely, blowing across full lips, over lined eyes and mascara coated lashes before a hand rose and slid those ends down again and pushing off the gate before heading down the familiar side street again.

This street was dim-ly lit and uninhabited by muggles and magical folk alike, mostly due to the rain that was coming down heavier now. Leather boots fell hard on the pavement and the sound of rain pelting the thatched roofs and windows ultimately pushed him to a far more joyous memory within his own mind. The one year he had been at Hogwarts with En...he had felt so light hearted in the rainfall upon the campus that he had started to dance. Granted End had called him foolish then, he was still happy.

The wind twisted about his body and held it in a soft, rhythmic comfort. It was trying to coax him to letting it go. It really was time to let it go. With a deep sigh, he found his body rocking almost forcibly. It was hard to let his heart spring free when he felt so heavy on his own feet. The wind was insistent, covering him in a spray of the sky's tears. Black eyes closed and he focused on the quiet...the rain...the wind...and slowly the weight faded from his heart.

In an instant, he started to dance. Liberated, graceful, free, with a smile upon his lips that not many had seen in decades, hair clinging to his face which had been washed clean of the makeup that covered fresh skin, a bright and glowing complexion. There was no tension in his body as he moved with the wind, arms outstretching to embrace the shadows. He was laughing, lost in the freedom of the night, in the freedom of the rain sliding down his skin. The freshness filled his lungs and filled him with complete clarity.

That was what he needed. A clean slate. A new beginning.

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Solitude.

It was something that eased the burden that weighted down his wounded heart, the pangs of lonliness making him feel as though he was somehow being redeemed in the eyes of the ones that had passed on due to his weakness. While it was a rather depressing way of thinking, one that almost ensured that he would be living a very lonely life in the future if his thought process did not change and soon, he honestly could not care less. Solitude and loneliness, those were the prices that he must pay. Searching for his brother's lost children, that was the way that he would chose to spend his life. So caught up in his thoughts, the man completely missed the turn that he would usually take in order to stroll through the park that he had become so fond of during his time in London, instead continuing on the path that the empty street led him down.

It was moments later, when the Hungarian passed by the side of an eleborate church, did he realize his mistake. A frown pulled at his lips and his brow furrowed slightly in distaste caused by his own carelessness. He had traveled down the same path countless times before in the past, he should've had the path that he normally took memorized by heart with how often he took it! It took a moment for the man to calm himself, the frustrated expression that covered his face slowly slipping away again until his face was back to it's normal almost blank expression. Slowly his dark eyes lifted from glaring at the ground to glance at his surroundings to determine where he was along with just how far away he was from his planned destination.

The rain had started to fall harder and the sky appeared darker, the streets now dimly shining with the small light that came from the street lamps, telling the man that he had been walking for a while now. The streets were now seemingly empty, all people having long since deserted the outdoors in favor of seeking shelter from the rain. Much time had passed and it seemed that he would not have time to go the park as he had originally planned, something that saddened him slightly. He so enjoyed those peaceful walks through the beautiful place and now he would have to wait until the next day to take it.

He was shaken out of his thoughts when something moved in the corner of his line of vision. Slowly, Sebastian turned to investigate the source of the movement only to freeze when his eyes landed on another person, dancing carelessly in the rain as it poured down on him. Coffee brown eyes watched as the beautiful [ because there really was no better word to describe him, he was beautiful, it was as simple as that,] man danced in the rain, moving so gracefully with such a large smile on his face, his skin almost glowing from the dim light from the lamps that drew the Hungarian to him, making him actually want to watch as the man danced, a concept that was surprisingly new for the male who had never truly wanted anything so simple before in his life.

A charming fit of laughter left the rain dancer's lips and it was such a happy, carefree sound that was almost infectious, it was something that almost caused a smile to cross over his own lips before it was quickly pushed away. Curiously he watched the stranger dance, waiting until the man finally stopped moving before allowing his presence to be known.

" As nice as that dance was to watch, I must express my concern at your lack of proper rainwear. It may be summer, but it is still possible for one to catch their death of cold if they are not careful."

[Ren Satoshi]

Upon hearing the sound of a voice, the regression to less agonizing times stopped. Body stopped, eyes opened, and finally that smile faded to a look of quiet and expressionless embarrassment. Red had formed on his face and threatened to overtake it as his arms dropped and hands rose to sweep the lengthy chocolate locks from his skin. "I'm sorry. I never expected to find someone here. Normally, I see no one on this road when I find myself here."

His makeup was gone, and the press of wet fingertips to his skin solidified that knowledge. Panic welled up in his chest. 'Wonderful, a stranger catches you not only acting like a loon, but looking hideous as well.' Oh, those thoughts...he didn't miss them.

Black eyes lifted and squinted softly, who was that? He got a feeling of magic from looking at him, "Besides, I have a healthy immune system. It is a rare thing if I happen to fall ill. This is nothing a warming charm wouldn't help." What in the world was this person doing on this street? It wasn't the sort of street you accidentally stumble upon! It was the one that you had to search for the first time and then it drew you back.

"Who are you, anyway?" The question, while crude, was asked in a tone that made light of the wizard's innate curiousity. New people...new wizards especially...were signs of good fortune. There was a chance he wouldn't know Ren, wouldn't know of his demons, and give him the opportunity to make a good impression.

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He listened calmly as the mysterious person spoke, all the while taking a better look at the one that had previously been dancing so carefreely in the rain. The mysterious man was obviously of asian descent, something that was made clear by the features on the other's face. He had long brown hair that had long since been soaked with the waters of the rain. The other was embarassed by his presence, that much being obvious when his sharp gaze picked up on the slight coloration that was building up in the other male's cheeks. As he watched the other, he could feel a very small and familiar kind of recognition, one that helped him determine that the other was a wizard as well, something that he was sure that the other had already figured out about him already.

When the other apologized to him, he was greeted with a small shake of the other's head. There was no need to apologize to him, this was a public road, one that others usually did not manage to stumble across. He could understand why the other would have figured that he would be alone here, especially in this sort of weather, where others did not usually dare to wander outside.

" There is no need to apologize to me. This is a public road and you were doing nothing wrong. Besides, I am the one who came across you even if it was an accident. If there is to be an apology, than I should be the one who is apologizing to you for disrupting your moment of privacy."

It was a simple observation that was made with the most basic of logic and common courtesy, two things that the male preferred to use when dealing with others of his kind. While he was not one to kiss up to other wizards and witches, he was more weary around them than he was with muggles.

He did not need more enemies than he already had.

When the other spoke again, this time telling Sebastian that he had a strong immune system that rarely caused him to get sick along with the fact that his soaked attire would easily be taken care of with a simple warming charm, he was given a simple nod of acknowledgement. He was right of course, if he did not need to be careful than why should he be? Not everybody needed to live a careful life like he did, something that he would have to learn how to acknowledge sooner rather than later if he wished to fit in properly.

When he was asked who he was, Sebastian fell quiet for a moment before answering quietly. " I am called Sebastian. " His first name was the only one that was given, just as always. There were too many dangers that came with giving his last name, too many things that could go wrong if he trusted anyone with that sort of information, the other would simply have to be content with the knowledge of his first name for now.

" May I ask you for your name as well? "

[Ren Satoshi]

"A pleasure, Sebastian." His name was foreign on his lips, spoken with a heavy accent of his Japanese heritage. He bit his lip slightly, he would have to work on his pronounciations again. When he was asked his name, he considered the repercussions. Takumi was facing a problem at work because of his last name, Aito had issues at school because of it...but those were kids. Pureblood kids being turned into pureblood puppets.

Finally, he decided to err on the side of knowledge. If things turned uncomfortable, he'd leave. "Satoshi Ren." In his own name, his voice felt more relaxed, natural, accent be damned. He smiled a slight bit, moving toward the side of the other male. A gloved hand was outstretched in greeting.

Ren was far from the social butterfly he had been in his younger days, but his family valued the art of conversation over more than they were willing to admit. "Have you been in London long, Sebastian?"

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When the other spoke his name, he couldn't help but notice the heavy accent that coated each and every syllable of his name, easily recognizing it as Japanese from his childhood. His mother had called his name in a very similar way back when she had still been alive, a way that he had never thought he would ever hear again. It was almost enough to cause him to smile as the feeling of nostalgia washed over him and for a moment he allowed himself to savor the warmth of familiarity, until the other male spoke again, telling him that it was a pleasure to meet him. It was when he asked the other's name, that things began to get interesting.

For a moment, the other seemed to hesitate, something that did not go unnoticed by him. All was quiet between the two men for a moment, before the other's name was finally given to him, Satoshi Ren. It was a nice name, though he could not say that he recognized the name as one he had heard once before. He was not the sort to memorize family names nor was he obsessed with his status in the pureblood world like many other witches and wizards were. He had long since lost any interest he might have once had in high wizarding society and he honestly could not be happier.

" It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Ren. " The other's hand was grasped in his own glove covered hand in a firm grip, his hand being shaken once before it was released and Sebastian's hand moved back to rest at his side. When asked how long he had been in London, Sebastian fell quiet for a moment mulling over the question in his head, debating whether or not to give a general answer or to give him a more specific one.

After determining that giving him an actual number of years would not harm him in any sort of way, he answered the other's question, his voice as quiet as ever. " I have been in London for about thirteen years now. I suppose it has been a long while that I've been here now that I think about it. What about you? Have you been here long?"

[Ren Satoshi]

Thirteen years? Good Merlin, he'd been there about as long as Takumi had. When asked, he smiled softly, a shadow of an expression. "I have only been here since the beginning of summer. My brother lives here when he isn't teaching." His brother loved his job.

He had thought of teaching too. If he had to pick a class, it would be Charms. That had always been his absolute favorite next to Astronomy and he had been a gifted Charms student. Astronomy was more of a challenge and an abstract concept. But, when he'd been introduced to Chinese dragons right after returning to Japan from his one year at Hogwarts, he was hooked. There was a strange...connection between his broken soul and dragons. A mutual respect.

"Our family originates from Kamakura, but my siblings both live here. I was the only one at home. All the focus was on me...which was more pressure than I needed. Plus, there are a lot of bad memories there, so I came here." It was never far enough from the memories. They always plagued him. Dreams, waking, nightmares...all grounds for them to spring to life and hurt him again.

"I'm sorry...I've said far too much and you probably don't care to listen." Gloved hands moved sections of long hair back from his face, it was curling softly in the moisture. Rain was easing slightly, enough that the birds had returned to fill the silence on the street. "I don't suppose you know where the ministry is located from here, do you? I should check in and make sure there are no transports that I've missed. I haven't been recieving any owls since I got here. I'll bet my desk is a mess."

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He listened intently as the other spoke, answering his question while also giving him a bit of additional information. Ren informed him that he had arrived only at the very beginning of the summer, something that had not passed too long ago. He was then informed that his brother lived in his beloved city when he wasn't teaching, something that caused a small smile to finally pass his lips. He was absolutely sure that Ren's brother was teaching at his beloved alma mater, Hogwarts. The school had held all sorts of precious memories for him, even now and the mere thought of the school was enough to bring back memories of better times. He seemed to space out for a small moment before snapping out of his thoughts, the smile fading away as he looked from the ground where his gaze had fallen to, back to Ren.

" I apologize. I usually do not space out in such a way during conversations. When you said that your brother was a teacher, I automatically assumed that he taught at Hogwarts and I could not help myself. That school holds precious memories for me."

He trailed off after that sentence, not wishing to elaborate any further at that moment in time unless he absolutely needed to. When the other began speaking again, he again listened quietly. He was told that while his family originated in Kamikura, both of his siblings lived here in England and that he was the only one that lived in Japan. He spoke of the focus that was placed on him and the pressure that had he had endured because of that unwelcome attention.

It was amazing how a stranger's words could open his mind and give him a new perspective on things. Sebastian's thoughts moved to his older brother Roderich and he couldn't help but wonder if his brother had once felt the same way that Ren did. His brother had been placed on a pedestal since his birth, every single one of his actions being closely watched and monitored by his father Alois. As the oldest sibling, he had been named heir to their family and had been expected to be nearly perfect at everything that he did. He could recall multiple times in his past that he had been jealous of his seemingly perfect big brother and yet now, he couldn't help but wonder if his brother's life wasn't as perfect as he might have thought.

When Ren spoke of his homeland having bad memories, he couldn't help the solemn expression that crossed his own face. So Ren had come here to escape bad memories as well then, wasn't that a strange coincidence? " This city has a interesting history of drawing in those who have some sort of pain in their hearts and helping them heal in the most unexpected of ways. There are many a witch and wizard here that have fled from the horrors that their homeland haunts them with. More often than not they tend to find their happiness." He spoke with an usual detachment, an almost haunted expression present in his dark eyes as they lowered to the ground again.

Blood.

Bodies.

Death.

Screaming.

The sound of two toddlers' cries.

All of those horrific things flashed through his senses for a moment before he forced himself back into reality. Slowly his gaze moved from the ground again to glance at the other.

" I am sorry if what I said sounded strange but it is a small observation that I've made over the years that I've been here. Most people that come here with something haunting them end up being happy for some reason or another. As for your apology, do not worry about it, there truly is no need for that. As for where the Ministry is, I do happen to know where it is. Would you like me to show you?"

[Ren Satoshi]

Ren had smiled, "Your Alma mater too? He went to Hogwarts too. Perhaps you remember him. Takumi Satoshi? He was a Ravenclaw. We are identical twins if that helps. Imagine me with shorter hair and glasses and you have him. He teaches Potions now, and he's thinking of starting a dueling club. There are a few students who have approached him with the idea." A chuckle left his lips. "I attended Hogwarts as the secretary of the ambassador from the Japanese school for one year and we stayed in Ravenclaw as well for that year. Imagine the shock to see mirror images side by side. We hit it off well with the Weasley twins that year." That was his fonder memory of the Hogwarts stay. The rest seemed to dwindle behind those obsidian optics.

En.

Would he ever get over the depth of that heartache?

Unlikely.

He listened as Sebastian spoke again and nodded solemnly. "Sometimes a change of scenery is all it takes to set one right. That and hope. One has to be hopeful. Even if it seems hopeless. My father likes to say, 'Even the deepest niche within the mountain sees the sunlight.' I always told him he was getting senile." Another flitting laugh. The sound was odd to his own ears.

The other seemed haunted by memories as he was. It was something that made him wish he were more helpful in these sorts of situations. Aito was good at this sort of thing.

Little runt.

At the offer to show him where the ministry was, he beamed. "You are a life saver. I haven't seen much dragon traffic through England, but any word of transport or ambush goes to me directly. If the owls aren't finding me, then the minister will likely throttle me."

His expression was genuinely sheepish. Like a child caught doing something naughty. "I did leave on short notice, however. That was poor planning on my half." Then again, his life was a series of mistakes. "Now I'm curious, what do you do for a living?"

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" Yes Hogwarts was my alma mater as well. As for the name, I do have to say that he does sound somewhat familiar though I cannot be sure that I actually spoke with him much throughout our school career. I was placed in the Slytherin house and I tended to keep to myself as a child, though I am glad to hear that your brother is doing well and has returned to Hogwarts as a teacher, news like that is always pleasant to hear."

Sebastian had never truly been the likable social butterfly that his brother Roderich had been, nor had he been the popular person that his younger sister had been. He had always been the quiet and solemn young man that kept to himself. He had a knack for learning and a very sharp mind, things that should have ensured him a place in the Ravenclaw house and yet the darkness, the cursed darkness inside of his heart had been sensed by the sorting hat and he had been shipped off to the dark house. His school career however, was more pleasant than he could have ever dreamed. He stayed by his brother's side and met the beautiful young Daphne Karpuski, the young woman that had ensnared his brother's heart. The memories that he had made with his two favorite people had kept him going through the absolute darkest of times.

Even now.

" Hm? Come to think of it I do remember something about a student ambassador visiting back when I was in school, though I don't think I ever actually had a chance to meet him unlike the others. I do remember the Weasley twins, though It's kind of hard not to. My housemates were almost always the targets of their pranks, not that I blame them. I vaguely remember that a majority of my house were intolerable at their best moments. "

Especially that little clique that had consisted of that Malfoy boy, that girl that had looked strangely similar to a dog and those two idiots that were always by the Malfoy boy's side. Merlin how he had hated those people.

When the other spoke of a saying that his father liked to say, he couldn't help but smile again. " An old friend of mine used to tell me something similar to that whenever I was upset about something. I always used to call her naive and I often told her that her advice was silly, but looking back on it she was right." Oh if only Daphne could hear him now, he knew that she would be smug with sastifaction. It seemed as though she was still right about things, even after she had long since passed on.

Damn Ravenclaws.

When the other thanked him for his willingness to show him to the Ministry, he simply shook his head. " There is truly no need to thank me, it isn't any trouble at all." He listened to the other as he spoke of dragons traveling through England and the minister throttling him for not receiving owls before his eyes took in his sheepish expression. He listened again as the other spoke of leaving last minute and an amused sort of smile formed on his lips. " I am going to take a guess here and say that you happen to be a dragon tamer? And to answer your question, I am an Auror. I've been one for seventeen years, though I've only worked for the british ministry for thirteen of those years." It was after this revelation that Sebastian began to walk slowly down the path that the two had been standing on, going in the opposite direction of where they had been standing. " The Ministry is this way."

[Ren Satoshi]

As Sebastian moved, he found himself following. It was easy to keep up with the other male as they were of similar height and gait. "Yes, I am a dragon tamer. I have only worked a few cases with the British ministry. The Japanese ministry had me everywhere but home for the better part of the last 19 years. I cant say that the job is rewarding in the traditional sense, but there isn't much else I'd rather do."

Dragons. Bloody things were fickle creatures.

"If I hadn't gone into this, I'd have gone into teaching as well. Charms was my personal favorite class, I always found it to be terribly useful. My brother was always good at everything, my sister was always the sweet one and brilliant to boot." Then there was him. Avoiding every reflective surface, intolerable unless properly medicated, on the watch list.

Suicide risk.

Oh yes, his parents had their work cut out.

When he was under control, he was a magical savant. Brilliance had no end! But, it was a delicate balancing act, and he seemed to be doing well at the moment. "Has your job allowed you go travel much? Do you have a favorite place?"

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It was interesting to listen to the other speak as they began walking to the ministry. He had never before had the chance to meet with a dragon keeper in his line of work, so he was interested in hearing just what it was that the other had to say about his chosen profession. It seemed as though the job kept the other away from his homeland and that it wasn't exactly a rewarding career choice in the eyes of his temporary traveling companion and yet, despite that, there was not much else that the other would rather be doing, something that the Hungarian could relate to. While Sebastian was not overly fond of his job, [ the hours and the stress that came with the job could often be overbearing to one that could handle stress well ] it was all that he knew. Men in his family had been bound to that job seeing it as an honorable profession for the men to do, a tradition that had started with the very founder of his family and would seemingly end with him.

As they walked on, he listened to the other talk about how he himself probably would have become a teacher had he not been a dragon keeper. It seemed as though the other had been fond of charms, calling the class useful, something that he had to agree with. " Charms are very useful, I have to agree with you there, though admittedly it wasn't one of my favorite classes when I was in school. I preferred Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Herbology." Though he would never become a teacher for any of the subjects. Sebastian was the sort of person who was not all that good with giving long and detailed explanations, a trait that mixed with his lack of interest of how others preformed even the simplist of tasks would make it difficult for any students that might have been unlucky enough to have him as their professor to learn properly unless they went out and learned on their own.

The other began speaking again, this time of his siblings and for a moment, he felt another sense of nostalgia wash over him. Oh how he could relate to the other!

Roderich had been the one that was perfect in every sense of the word. He had been absolutely brilliant with a kind and outgoing demeanor that had other of all houses striving to get to know him. He had been admired and well-liked amongst people that were both in and out of his house while he had been in school, hell even after that! It seemed as though the only people that had not liked him had been the Death Eaters. Then there had been his younger sister, Katarina. While she had not been sweet, she had been scarily brilliant during her school years, providing a intellectual challenge for even Daphne Karpuski and Hermonie Granger, two of the most brilliant witches in their generation though unlike the others, she had usen her gift for evil and had sided with the Death Eaters during the second wizarding war.

Something that had supposedly led to her death, though her body had never been found.

When the other questioned him, again he answered. " Yes I do happen to travel a lot. I've been just about everywhere but the American and African continents. As for my favorite places, I am rather fond of the nordic countries, they are very beautiful to go and see. Austria was a pleasant place to go and visit as well. I am also fond of visiting some of the asian countries as well. What about you? are there any places that you've liked visiting as well?"

[Ren Satoshi]

There were not many places that he did not enjoy visiting. And it seemed that his travelling companion shared that sentiment. "I enjoy most places. Egypt, Romania, Hungary, Iceland, and Norway have so far been my favorites out of the places that I've been for work. When I go, I always make sure to bring back something interesting for my nephew and my children."

Fates, he missed them.

"My kids are adopted into our family. I was to provide the bloodline with an heir, but relationships with other people are absolutely not my strong suit so...I chose to adopt. Luckily, they are both magical. They don't know English unfortunately, so they stay in Japan while I adjust here." It ate him up inside, truly. He'd had them both from infancy, and hearing them sound so excited when he came home was the best feeling in the world. But, they both knew how unhappy he was, it was easy to see. It got to a point that his daughter had crawled into his lap daily and played with his hair and asked to be read to just to keep him from sinking into his thoughts.

She was his princess, and he didn't like women.

"They attend primary magical school in Japan. Does England have one of those?" He wasn't truly knowledgeable in the English magical schooling. He knew what Takumi told him, but had never experienced it for himself.

As he moved with Sebastian, he found his memories slipping back to the not so pleasant moments. Good Merlin, he was so rarely happy that he doubted he knew how to be. "You know, you are very easy to talk to...I'm sorry if I say too much." His voice was uncharacteristicly soft when he spoke those words this time.

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It seemed as though his temporary traveling companion had the same fondness for traveling as he did if the answer that Ren had given him was anything for him to go by. The other had listed a variety of places that he had visited in the past, places that Sebastian both wanted to go and visit along with places that he had already been. When the other spoke of bringing back things for his children and his nephew, he couldn't help but give a wistful sort of smile. Had things turned out differently on that night all those years ago, surely he would have done the same thing for his beloved niece and nephew.

.He only hoped that he would get a chance.

When the other began speaking about his children, telling him that he had needed to produce an heir to his family but because he was not good at forming good relationships with others, he had chosen to adopt instead. Luckily, the children had been born with magical blood in their system and had magical abilities. The children did not know English and had stayed behind in Japan while their father was adjusting to England. " I see. I must say that it was surprising to hear that you chose to adopt children instead of using a concubine or a surrogate to produce a child for you. Not many would have taken that chance." It truly was not often that heads of a pureblood family would adopt children into their family. " Needless to say, I am sorry for your seperation. It must not be easy to be apart from such an important part of your life. Hopefully you will see them again soon."

When Ren asked him if there was a primary magical school in the English magical learning system, the other simply shook his head. " England does not have a magical primary school and from what I know, neither does Durmstrang or Beauxbatons. I believe that primary school is more of an eastern tradtion because over here students begin their magical learning at either ten or eleven depending on the child." They continued on their walk and the older man's dark gaze focused on the street ahead of him, his gaze moving to rest on Ren again only when he was told that he was an easy person to talk to.


" I would be lying if I told you that I've heard that before. People tend ro avoid speaking with me because they find me to be intimidating for one reason or another. As for everything else, don't apologize to me. I do not mind if you speak to me about such things. Perhaps it would do me some good to have some sort of interaction with another person for a small while." He could pick up on the softness in which the words were spoken and he spoke again. " Again, it truly is no bother. No need to worry or anything of that sort."