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Originally Posted by Tegz

West made a point of coming as regularly as he was able. He also made a point of taking advantage of his fame (or infamy) in order to do so. He'd been volunteering at St Mungos for a few years now, entertaining sick kids and the like, or even just signing autographs, so it was easy enough to spin it as him coming to entertain an old man.

An old man who West was very very fond of. An old man who had not only literally saved his life once upon a time, but who had become the only grandparent-type figure West Odessa had ever had in his life.

The tall 24 year old knocked and popped his head in, a big smile on his face.

"Professor Botros? Its me, West, I've come to visit."

See, Botros liked those who came in and introduced themselves to him without forcing him to go through that painful memory lane. The old man was sitting at his rocking chair by the window, with items and presents from his grandchildren scattered on the table next to him... and pretty much anywhere that has a surface in this room. He could not hide anything away because he always forgot where it went and he had to go through those photos for the first time all over again.

Now, he smiled back at the young man. West rang a familiar, distant bell in his head. "Hello, West." He replied, giving himself a moment to collects pieces of memories. West had a distinctive eye color which always helped Ab in remembering him after the name thing was out of the way. His student, at Hogwarts, ambitious and passionate about certain things and people. Yep, he remembered him. "Come sit here by my side and watch the view."