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He laughed softly. “I would hope not. I like moose...” he smiled. “They made you play it?” He asked, unaware of the pressure some Muggle boys face with football. But he hated the idea of being forced into organised sports. School was enough of that for him. He watched Harley frow again... He seemed to be less cheerful now, but it felt like a sign that he was more open with his emotions now he knew Harrison a bit better. Harrison liked this. A lot.
“You may well do,” he smiled, nodding, “are you an only child?” He wondered what it would be like to have a sibling, or several. Weird, definitely. He sort of knew most Muggles didn’t go to boarding school, but Harley seemed to know a lot more about stuff. Was their system just as bad, though? “Yeah, it is,” he smiled, “what do you mean by ‘how you are’, though?” He raised his eyebrows, wondering if his father didn’t like him for some reason.
Harrison squirmed a little, backing away from Harland slowly and cautiously, jumping and moving away from the threating hands. “Being normal is... I’m just fed up of sheep,” he concluded. “In a world of sheep, I am a goat,” he smiled apologetically. “Or maybe you’re the goat... They seem to eat everything,” he chuckled.
“It’s fine, really...” He smiled, “famous ships? Or just random ones...?”
"They are pretty awesome! I like caribous... Their horns are so strange! Well, antlers..." He always said the wrong word, and that was a bit stupid, but it was an honest mistake!
"Aye," he nodded,
"they did. I didn't play it often, my parents didn't like me interacting much with muggles in case I showed signs of magic, but I played it from time to time." His parents had had a bit of trouble with his magic, it used to be unpredictable before they began to teach him. Came out at the strangest of times.
Slowly, Harland shook his head.
"No, I have a little sister... She's eleven..." He explained, looking up at the sky.
"She's called Kristeen. Another historical name, though I'm not sure how..." He shrugged. He and his sister weren't close at all, really. She was bitter because he had what she wanted most in the world; being able to fit in.
"I mean... Me. I'm jumpy, I'm hyperactive, I'm weird... He finds me tedious, I think." He shrugged once more, looking at Harrison.
"One of their boats were famous, for sure... Uh..." His Mother had told him this once, he just needed to remember.
"Biggest one ever made at that point in time. Really famous."
"Well, if you like goats, then I'm happy to be one!" Harland announced, before an evil grin set on his face.
"Thou hath evoked the anger of Harland! Feel my wrath!" He teased, before pouncing forward and bringing his hands down, beginning to tickle him mercilessly.
"Thou ought hath escaped whilst thou had thy chance, mortal!" He grinned.