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It was Christmas Eve morning, but this fact ultimately meant nothing to the Ravenclaw teen as he stood in the garden outside his best friend's house, and more that it just being christmas eve it was Orwell's fifteenth birthday and he and Archie had just arrived here after spending a little bit of time within Orwell's community. It had been a nerve racking thing showing Archie his old life, he had never been so afraid of anything than when he had welcomed Archie to his home so afraid the other boy would hate it or think less of him because of it, showing where he'd grown up before Hogwarts, to his old school house, his old classmates, the man he had apprenticed under and whom he'd be learning under now had he remained in the community since most real education stopped at about fourteen, attending Hogwarts allowed Orwell much more time to learn what he wanted even if he didn't like the way classes were run, the early mornings, the uniform or the need for exams, he was thankful to the school. The teen had shown Archie the places he used to go to hang out, the old waterfall, and all the little creatures of the area, he'd shown him the house he'd helped build, and shown him just about everything that had been his life, and really still was.
Orwell had introduced Archie to his parents, to the others in the community who he would credit with helping raise him, his birthday had been mentioned during these introductions as an off handed comment by one of the people in the community, who was trying to remember when it was, which seemed to spur his parents into remembering that it was actually happening soon, and it had been the first time that Orwell had explained to Archie that he'd never celebrated his birthday, that he was wished a happy birthday by people who remembered but that was about the extent of it really, never had he ever been given anything, or received special treatment because of the day, when there was still rife oppression in the world and the continuing destruction of the planet by capitalism, his birthday didn't matter, why should he celebrate when others were still suffering, though Orwell had always wanted something for his birthday, reading the muggle books where birthdays were such a huge deal had made him long for at least a gift on just one of his birthdays. But, pushing aside his thoughts about the birthday, which he felt he'd dealt with pretty well when telling Archie, all in all, Orwell thought the trip to his home community had gone well, though he imagined that Archie was pretty pleased to be back in his civilisation with the prospect of a proper bed.
The teen had been wished a happy birthday from his dad as they'd left, his mother had been busy and it was all the teen had expected from the day, Archie had of course wished him a happy birthday when they'd woken up that morning and small excited happy birthday and Orwell so pleased his friend had remembered had just hugged him tightly in thanks, feeling that was more than enough for him, he didn't need anything else from the day, and knowing that they were going to Archie's had been good for the currently pink haired teen. He couldn't wait to see the ocean again, he couldn't wait to touch the sand again, and to challenge Archie to another sandcastle contest. He was happy to be spending this day with Archie and just his company would be enough to make the teen happy on this day which just happened to be his birthday, so as soon as they'd arrived the teen had smiled at his friend, his hand was in Archie's, as they made their way into the house, it was not overly early, but Orwell was leaning against Archie slightly, like they did sometimes when going to class, and this meant that Orwell entered the house just a moment after Archie did, and was very surprised at the sight which greeted them, which caused Orwell to almost burst with joy, and to actually burst into tears.
Orwell had introduced Archie to his parents, to the others in the community who he would credit with helping raise him, his birthday had been mentioned during these introductions as an off handed comment by one of the people in the community, who was trying to remember when it was, which seemed to spur his parents into remembering that it was actually happening soon, and it had been the first time that Orwell had explained to Archie that he'd never celebrated his birthday, that he was wished a happy birthday by people who remembered but that was about the extent of it really, never had he ever been given anything, or received special treatment because of the day, when there was still rife oppression in the world and the continuing destruction of the planet by capitalism, his birthday didn't matter, why should he celebrate when others were still suffering, though Orwell had always wanted something for his birthday, reading the muggle books where birthdays were such a huge deal had made him long for at least a gift on just one of his birthdays. But, pushing aside his thoughts about the birthday, which he felt he'd dealt with pretty well when telling Archie, all in all, Orwell thought the trip to his home community had gone well, though he imagined that Archie was pretty pleased to be back in his civilisation with the prospect of a proper bed.
The teen had been wished a happy birthday from his dad as they'd left, his mother had been busy and it was all the teen had expected from the day, Archie had of course wished him a happy birthday when they'd woken up that morning and small excited happy birthday and Orwell so pleased his friend had remembered had just hugged him tightly in thanks, feeling that was more than enough for him, he didn't need anything else from the day, and knowing that they were going to Archie's had been good for the currently pink haired teen. He couldn't wait to see the ocean again, he couldn't wait to touch the sand again, and to challenge Archie to another sandcastle contest. He was happy to be spending this day with Archie and just his company would be enough to make the teen happy on this day which just happened to be his birthday, so as soon as they'd arrived the teen had smiled at his friend, his hand was in Archie's, as they made their way into the house, it was not overly early, but Orwell was leaning against Archie slightly, like they did sometimes when going to class, and this meant that Orwell entered the house just a moment after Archie did, and was very surprised at the sight which greeted them, which caused Orwell to almost burst with joy, and to actually burst into tears.