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If this year would prove anything it was that Stefan's dead father was still springing surprises. Following what had been a largely uneventful start of the year, Stefan had received an odd letter in June. It had arrived by post, and was addressed to his father. Stefan had discovered the letter, while going through the muggle mail, which he did every so often, though clearly not often enough. It was a typed letter from the looks of it, and since it was not like any of the bills that Stefan had found, it had created a whole mound of questions for him. Having carried most of the mail inside, Stefan had rejoined Kate at breakfast, where he had glad taken a drink of his warm tea and proceeded to open the letter. The letter inside was again addressed to his father, and skipping to the end was a signature and name which meant nothing to the former slytherin. Stefan had never thought of his father much out of the context of the home. His father had gone out every so often. Generally to buy the tiny amounts of food supplies, and alcohol. Though there were times Stefan knew when he had not been conscious enough, or in reality enough to have always known where his father was. For all Stefan knew, his father could've had plenty friends. Though clearly this one had no idea that his father had been dead four and a half years. Going back to the start of the letter, Stefan began reading, scoffing slightly at the opening line, My dearest Mason, this was a girl obviously, but Stefan would've hardly called his father dear, or thought his father couldn't be kind enough to anyone to be called dear. He ignored this and just read on. As the words continued, Stefan put down his cup of tea, and took the letter in both hands. Our daughter, is a witch They had a child, a girl named Joanna. Stefan just stared at it. As he finished the letter, the woman was clearly wanting answers, and well, Stefan just couldn't provide them. The last line of the letter, made him just stop, She started school that past September, and both her and I miss you. Where are you? I want answers. I need them where have you been these past years When he did the maths in his head, it would've made him about eight, maybe nine when this girl was born. Why hadn't his father told him, why hadn't he told this woman about Stefan. And so, hastily, Stefan had written back, explaining that his father had been dead over four and a half years, and that he was his son. Thus had started up a small correspondence of general confusion at what had happen, and why either one hadn't known about the other. All of which had been building up until Stefan had come up with a time line with events, all of which he couldn't understand.
From what he gathered, this woman and his father had been friends, and had a child, of whom he had loved, but where was Stefan in all this. And from their side, why hadn't his father brought the two sides together. One thing it did help explain, as Stefan thought of it was the slight change in his father's behaviour when he'd been about eight or nine. For some reason things during that time had been better. His father had drank slightly less, worked more and had just been more stable than in the years that followed. Well, it was worth thinking that for Stefan what was stable to him, was not that of others. It was all relative really. But, to the former Slytherin as he thought back on those years, which was not something he liked to do, those were the years where things had been better. Not perfect, but Stefan had spent fewer nights nursing injuries, and fewer long periods without any real food. Which in his younger mind hadn't ever registered, possibly because it just hadn't lasted long enough to make an impact. Stefan now when he thought of it, he remembered his father being rejected from work, and there had been that social worker visit, which had done nothing to help things. Things went back to how they'd been before, and when he thought of it, it had been about that time, when he'd actually noticed things getting worse. Which had accelerated exponentially when Stefan had found out about the magic, Stefan remembered that part. Where it had just kept getting worse and worse, and there had never been an end. But, this other family, his father's other family seemed a lot more normal, and the mother had appeared to be incredibly kind, which Stefan was thankful for. Eventually Stefan had suggested that they meet, that they finally do what his father should've done. Setting a date just after the school term had started seemed good. It had been by the suggestion of Elliot who hadn't wanted Ty or Lydia getting in the way of the conversations that needed to be had. And so it was just that day. Which Stefan felt just so nervous about. Thankfully his work had been alright with giving him the day. He worked at a local bookstore, it was muggle, and it was easy work, but Stefan enjoyed it, and the man who ran the store was someone Stefan had known for a good few years, and was now a good friend. A man who understood that Stefan needed this day. Kate was gone for the day, which was also good, and Stefan had taken the time, to clear up the living room, which generally stay forever a mess since he was still filling things away, and discovering new items. Although, the house no longer looked anything like it once had. His old bedroom was the last task, and with Ty's help he'd managed to get started. Stefan had decided that it would only serve as a bedroom in so far as when they had guests. He knew he was the only one with bad memories of that place, but it just the one place he wanted to be completely different.
The rest of the house was a mix between modern and old. Wood floors with rugs of various sizes had replaced the stained and old carpets. The walls were bright, with much more neutral colours. The rooms looked nothing like they had when Stefan had been growing up, and they looked nothing like they had when he and Kate had spent that first christmas together. He had set up the living in a much neater fashion, with various things that belonged to his father that she might like sitting on it. He had water in the kettle and juice in the fridge. He was over prepared. Nervous, much like how he'd been when he'd first met Tybalt's family. But this was endlessly different. This woman's daughter, his father's daughter was Stefan's half sister. Finally a sibling, something he'd wished for while growing up, and for some of it, she had existed. If the girl hadn't been magic, then Stefan might've never learned about her. He would've continued living his life, and she hers. Finally, once he was sure everything was ready, Stefan just sat in silence in a chair in the kitchen. He'd made more of an effort in his appearance. While it was casual, he'd been sure to pick out nice clothes, and with Kate's confirmation that he looked good, though Stefan did believe her to be fairly biased about this, he just waited. Finally, there was a loud knock on the door. Stefan had left the gate into the front garden wide open, and was glad they'd just headed in. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the door and opened it. In that moment he wondered what the girl, his half-sister knew about him, what her mother had told her. "Hi there," He greeted the two warmly. "Do you want me to open the gate more so you can bring in the car? It's a quiet neighbourhood but, just" Stefan had been about to continue when the elder woman had just said that she'd have to leave, an emergency at work, but that if she could leave Joanna with him, so that they could at least meet. Stefan just nodded and watched her walk away, looking down at the girl. "I'm Stefan, I think I'm your half-brother. Do you want to come inside?" he stepped aside, and motioned into his house.
From what he gathered, this woman and his father had been friends, and had a child, of whom he had loved, but where was Stefan in all this. And from their side, why hadn't his father brought the two sides together. One thing it did help explain, as Stefan thought of it was the slight change in his father's behaviour when he'd been about eight or nine. For some reason things during that time had been better. His father had drank slightly less, worked more and had just been more stable than in the years that followed. Well, it was worth thinking that for Stefan what was stable to him, was not that of others. It was all relative really. But, to the former Slytherin as he thought back on those years, which was not something he liked to do, those were the years where things had been better. Not perfect, but Stefan had spent fewer nights nursing injuries, and fewer long periods without any real food. Which in his younger mind hadn't ever registered, possibly because it just hadn't lasted long enough to make an impact. Stefan now when he thought of it, he remembered his father being rejected from work, and there had been that social worker visit, which had done nothing to help things. Things went back to how they'd been before, and when he thought of it, it had been about that time, when he'd actually noticed things getting worse. Which had accelerated exponentially when Stefan had found out about the magic, Stefan remembered that part. Where it had just kept getting worse and worse, and there had never been an end. But, this other family, his father's other family seemed a lot more normal, and the mother had appeared to be incredibly kind, which Stefan was thankful for. Eventually Stefan had suggested that they meet, that they finally do what his father should've done. Setting a date just after the school term had started seemed good. It had been by the suggestion of Elliot who hadn't wanted Ty or Lydia getting in the way of the conversations that needed to be had. And so it was just that day. Which Stefan felt just so nervous about. Thankfully his work had been alright with giving him the day. He worked at a local bookstore, it was muggle, and it was easy work, but Stefan enjoyed it, and the man who ran the store was someone Stefan had known for a good few years, and was now a good friend. A man who understood that Stefan needed this day. Kate was gone for the day, which was also good, and Stefan had taken the time, to clear up the living room, which generally stay forever a mess since he was still filling things away, and discovering new items. Although, the house no longer looked anything like it once had. His old bedroom was the last task, and with Ty's help he'd managed to get started. Stefan had decided that it would only serve as a bedroom in so far as when they had guests. He knew he was the only one with bad memories of that place, but it just the one place he wanted to be completely different.
The rest of the house was a mix between modern and old. Wood floors with rugs of various sizes had replaced the stained and old carpets. The walls were bright, with much more neutral colours. The rooms looked nothing like they had when Stefan had been growing up, and they looked nothing like they had when he and Kate had spent that first christmas together. He had set up the living in a much neater fashion, with various things that belonged to his father that she might like sitting on it. He had water in the kettle and juice in the fridge. He was over prepared. Nervous, much like how he'd been when he'd first met Tybalt's family. But this was endlessly different. This woman's daughter, his father's daughter was Stefan's half sister. Finally a sibling, something he'd wished for while growing up, and for some of it, she had existed. If the girl hadn't been magic, then Stefan might've never learned about her. He would've continued living his life, and she hers. Finally, once he was sure everything was ready, Stefan just sat in silence in a chair in the kitchen. He'd made more of an effort in his appearance. While it was casual, he'd been sure to pick out nice clothes, and with Kate's confirmation that he looked good, though Stefan did believe her to be fairly biased about this, he just waited. Finally, there was a loud knock on the door. Stefan had left the gate into the front garden wide open, and was glad they'd just headed in. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the door and opened it. In that moment he wondered what the girl, his half-sister knew about him, what her mother had told her. "Hi there," He greeted the two warmly. "Do you want me to open the gate more so you can bring in the car? It's a quiet neighbourhood but, just" Stefan had been about to continue when the elder woman had just said that she'd have to leave, an emergency at work, but that if she could leave Joanna with him, so that they could at least meet. Stefan just nodded and watched her walk away, looking down at the girl. "I'm Stefan, I think I'm your half-brother. Do you want to come inside?" he stepped aside, and motioned into his house.