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Michael's life had changed immeasurably since finding his family. It had been overwhelming at times and he'd wanted to run away, but always someone had been there to support him through. He had no reason to run other than his own imposter syndrome telling him that's what he should be doing. It...

Michael hesitated feeling unsure of how to react to James. He believed him when he said it would be alright, but he had only just met him, and the idea of meeting others was overwhelming. He nodded and decided to stay, trying to stop the anxiety in his chest as they climbed the stairs to the...

Michael hadn't pinned much on him knowing about his dad but it was still disappointing. He listened to him reel off names but Michael hadn't heard his yet, "What's your name?" He asked, then started to feel a bit anxious about meeting these people and wondering if they were going to like him...

Michael pulled away and wiped his damp eyes with his sleeve. "Michael," he replied, looking up at the man uncertain if his last name would mean anything to him. “Michael Beech.” He hesitated on the next question but it had to be asked. “Do you know my dad?” he asked after a short pause. Michael...

Michael stood stiffly with his arms hanging awkwardly at his sides as he was hugged suddenly. It was overwhelming but at the same time he did not pull away and nor did he want to. He tried to talk but his throat burned. And even though his arms didn’t lift, his chin dipped slightly, forehead...

Michael flinched at the tone at first, he didn’t know what to say to this man who could be relative, an uncle if Myra was who he thought. He shrugged, unable to meet his eye at first and replied, “I think she might be my mother.” It came out quieter than he meant it to, maybe because the man...

Michael looked down sheepishly as a man opened the shop door and nearly ran into him. He seemed friendly enough and even stood letting him enter. He was holding the door open for him. Michael hesitated, still not entirely sure he was ready to go in yet. "Oh uh, no. I’m actually looking for Myra...

Michael didn’t know much about his birth family with just scraps of information that he couldn't really trust. He had no photographs, no memories and no one who could really tell him anything of value. But he had a name. And one item that was a small locket with a family crest on it. That name...

Michael shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, glancing over his shoulder at Amodeus. "Yeah, I live around here," he muttered, keeping it short. He hesitated before adding, "It’s not cool," a hint of bitterness in his voice. "It’s just where I live. Don’t really feel like I belong here."...

Michael’s jaw tightened when Amodeus sat down on the swing next to him. He wasn’t used to people being so open and unaware of boundaries. Most of his interactions were hostile by default, which was why he tended to keep his distance from others. Michael wasn't sure what to make of the way...

Michael tensed as the boy approached. He kept his eyes down, focusing on a spot in the dirt while his fists clenched instinctively, bracing a confrontation. Then the boy spoke and it wasn’t what Michael expected. He looked up, surprised by the friendliness in his tone. Michael stared for a...

Michael sat on a swing at the park, his eyes fixed on the boy who had wandered in, a similar age to him and probably a wizard. Four years had passed since Michael's Hogwarts letter hadn't come, but the sting of it still clung to him, especially this time of year with witches and wizards...