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A/N: Thanks to my awesome reviewers, as always!
Not a super long chapter, but it's pretty packed with WAFF anyway, so be prepared!
Warnings: M/M lemons
Chapter 23: Blow It All Away
(Harry)

“Nana!” Teddy cried, jumping off the jungle gym and running right into his grandmother’s arms.
“Hello, my sweet boy,” Harry heard Andromeda say softly, cradling Teddy’s head and giving him a kiss.
Harry smiled, his heart warming at the sight. Teddy knew that Andromeda would be accompanying them to pick him up from school today, but that had clearly not bridled his enthusiasm one bit.
“Harry and Draco said that you’re taking me to Aunt Cissy’s house today,” Teddy said to Andromeda.
“That’s right. We can go as soon as you have your things.”
“I have them right here, remember?” Teddy said, pointing to his little backpack and lunchbox that he kept by the fence so he could play unhindered once school let out.
“Of course,” Andromeda said. “I’d forgotten.”
Once Teddy put his backpack on he was ready to go, and Harry crouched down to say goodbye to him.
“We’ll see you in time for dinner, Ted,” he said. “Be really good for Cissy and Nana, all right?”
Teddy hadn’t asked for much explanation when Harry and Draco told him that they would be staying at school without him while he went to the manor for the afternoon. He seemed to know instinctively that the meeting they’d scheduled with his teachers was somehow related to the incident with the “mean” Ms. Sturgis. He didn’t particularly care about the details, only that he would be getting to spend the afternoon with Andromeda.
“I’ll bring him back around half five, if that suits you,” Andromeda said to Harry.
“That sounds great,” Harry replied. “Thanks for doing this.”
“It’s my absolute pleasure. Teddy and I are going get up to such fun, aren’t we?”
Kisses and hugs were exchanged all around, with Teddy giving Draco an extra-long one, as he had been doing lately. Since the incident, and the talk that Draco and Teddy had, Teddy had been clinging to the blond a bit, enough that he became rather upset when Draco had to go back to the hospital for a shift.
Harry remembered the way Draco had held Teddy tightly, kissing him all over his head and face.
“You know how much I love you, Ted,” he had heard Draco murmur to the boy. “I’ll always come back to you, I promise.”
Something had definitely shifted between Draco and Teddy in the past few days. It was hard to pinpoint any actual evidence of it. Rather it was just a feeling Harry had, like they were on the verge of some turning point.
He turned his attention to Draco now, rubbing a hand along the small of his back. Draco gave him a soft smile.
“Ready?” Harry asked. Draco nodded.
Cora Adelaide was waiting for them on the steps of the school, offering them both a warm smile. “Good afternoon, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy,” she said. “Won’t you come inside? Ms. Shreever will be joining us shortly, once she finishes monitoring collection for the day.”
She led them into the school, down the hallway and past the main classroom, a large, bright space full of blocks, games, and art supplies, and into a small teacher’s lounge.
“Can I get you anything? Tea, coffee, water?”
Harry and Draco both declined, and took seats next to each other on a small sofa. Miss Adelaide sat across from them, crossing her legs primly and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous gesture, Harry assumed. Miss Adelaide was the younger of the two main teachers in this school, not all that much older than Harry or Draco, and Harry sometimes suspected she found them rather intimidating.
Harry smiled at her reassuringly. It was neither his nor Draco’s intention frighten or upset her, though he did expect some answers and some assurances.
“I’m glad you could come this afternoon,” Miss Adelaide said.
“Thank you for making the time for us,” Harry said.
“Of course,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear again. “Let me start by saying again how terribly sorry we are for what happened. I was absolutely appalled when I heard the full extent of Ms. Sturgis’ language towards you, Mr. Malfoy. It was completely inappropriate and uncalled for, and I hope you know that it doesn’t at all reflect the way that the rest of us here feel towards you. We welcome you with open arms.”
“Thank you,” Draco replied. “I certainly know that her opinions were hers alone.”
“Good. I really can’t believe she said those things.”
“I’ve heard worse,” Draco said wryly. “It wasn’t the fact that she felt that way that was a concern to me. It was the way she chose to express her feelings.”
“Of course, of course,” Miss Adelaide said. “In public, and in front of Teddy. We’re very sorry for that.”
“I hope that Ms. Sturgis has been dealt with,” Harry chimed in, “and that she won’t be returning as a substitute in the future.”
“We’ve removed her from our approved substitutes list, as well as filed an incident report that will go alongside your complaint, and that will remain in our permanent records. She will never work here again, and if anyone contacts us for a reference, we will be forthright and honest about her indiscretion.”
“Good,” said Draco. “Although I was a bit… confused when Teddy told me she was still there the next day. I would have hoped to see her gone immediately.”
“Yes,” Miss Adelaide said, swallowing. “That was… an unfortunate necessity, as we had hired her for the week and, though I asked around immediately, I wasn’t able to get new coverage until Thursday. So we did have her for one more day.”
“How was Teddy in the classroom with her? Did he seem upset?” Harry asked.
“I kept Teddy in my group most of the day. I believe their interactions were limited to her supervising recess with me after lunch.”
Harry nodded. He could live with that. “I’m glad to hear that.”
“How did he seem… emotionally, though?” Draco asked. “That’s our main concern. He’s been a bit fragile while home with us, just a bit quieter and more clingy than usual. Has he been that way at school?”
“He spent most of the rest of the week practically joined at the hip with Toby Goldstein,” Miss Adelaide said. “I believe he finds much of his emotional support in that friendship.”
“But he hasn’t sought you out to talk about it, or seemed withdrawn during activities?” Draco pressed.
“He’s been very engaged with the class, and, though I’ve checked in with him and have told him he can talk to me about anything, he hasn’t taken me up on that.” The teacher’s voice was a bit more confident now. “You know how he can be. He handles emotional stress by putting time and energy into helping others. Since his grandmother fell ill, he has been the champion of any child who is has been having a hard time with being bullied, or other things.”
“Like Liam,” said Harry.
“Precisely. He still helps and includes Liam quite a bit while at school. And there’s another child, Salena Thompson. She’s been in the sights of Ivy Cartwright lately, who, as you know, we’ve had some problems with, and Teddy has rather taken Salena under his wing.” Harry nodded. Ivy Cartwright was the girl that told Teddy that two boys couldn’t get married. Apparently she was one of those quite bossy children who liked to tell other children what to do or how the world was supposed to work. “I’ve been watching him do this for the past few months,” Miss Adelaide went on. “It’s how he handles his own hardships. I think it fulfills a part of him that needs it at the moment, makes him feel better.”
“That’s all well and good,” said Draco. “But I worry about the way he sublimates his own feelings in that way, if only because then he’s not really dealing with them. And he’s been through so much already this year, what with Andromeda’s illness and moving in with us. And the fact that his parents are dead and he can’t even remember them.” Draco’s voice was a bit shaky, Harry noticed, very unusual for him. This whole incident with Sturgis has taken an emotional toll on Draco as well, though he wasn’t talking about that so much, focusing more on Teddy. “It would be confusing for any child, especially when he comes to school and is surrounded by other children who have more traditional families, with two parents who they’ve consistently lived with. I have to wonder if all that isn’t affecting him, at least subconsciously.”
“I completely understand your concern, Mr. Malfoy,” Miss Adelaide said. “But, actually, the family landscape for the children here is quite diverse. Teddy is not the only child at our school orphaned by the war, and there are quite a large number, in Teddy’s age bracket and above, who lost at least one parent. Some are being raised in single parent households, with the help of other family, and some are being raised by relatives like aunts, uncles, or grandparents. Teddy’s best friend may happen to be a boy with an intact, traditional family, but Teddy is not alone in his situation. This entire generation of young people, I believe, will understand better than any of us that a family doesn’t always constitute a mum, a dad, and their children, that it can look many different ways and have many forms.”
The other teacher, Ms. Shreever, a soft-spoken, graying woman with kind brown eyes, joined them then, and Miss Adelaide got her quickly up to speed before turning back to Draco and Harry.
“I agree that we should keep an eye on Teddy’s emotional state, however, and make sure he does always have an outlet for expressing his feelings directly, when he’s ready to do so.”
“That’s the key for me,” Harry said. “Teddy does often take time to share when something is bothering him, and it requires patience. But if he’s in a place or with people where he doesn’t feel entirely safe, he won’t share at all. I want school to be as much a safe place for him as home is.”
“Of course,” Miss Adelaide said. “We want that too.”
“I’m sure you do,” said Harry. “But then a substitute comes along and behaves in such a way that threatens that. I know you can’t have complete control over the way another person behaves, but I’d like to think that you’ve set a standard of behavior for your substitutes.”
“We have,” Ms. Shreever said gently. “Our screening process is very extensive. It includes not just closely checking references, but also doing a check of their criminal history.”
“And yet Ms. Sturgis managed to come through that screening,” Harry said mildly. “I’m sure she has no criminal history and that her references were good, so long as she was only working with children whose parents or guardians weren’t people who she felt a personal dislike towards. But then she meets Draco and is completely unprofessional. How does your screening process test for that?”
The two teachers exchanged a look. Miss Adelaide was looking a bit helpless, but Ms. Shreever turned back to them with a calm expression.
“It seems to me the issue is a certain kind of… sensitivity, or lack of sensitivity, I should say, on the part of Ms. Sturgis regarding the diversity of backgrounds of our students. We already make it clear that we don’t tolerate blood purist, racist, or homophobic biases shown towards our students, parents, or fellow teachers. But perhaps that needs to extend to other kinds of biases, like a parent’s role in the war, for example. We can certainly ask questions related to that in our interview process, and make it clear what kinds of behavior will and will not be tolerated.”
“I don’t want Teddy to be singled out in any way, or Draco, for that matter,” said Harry.
“Of course not. There are a number of children here whose families have backgrounds others might make judgments about. We’ll be sure to make the questions cover a variety of potential issues. Miss Adelaide and I will work on that immediately, and, if you like, we can owl you what we’ve come up with, so you know exactly what approach we’re taking going forward.”
Harry looked at Draco, raising his eyebrows in a question. Draco nodded at him.
“I think that would suit us very well,” he said.
Ms. Shreever nodded calmly, while Miss Adelaide looked visibly relieved. The four of them talked a bit more about Teddy and ways to support him at school, and then they wrapped up the meeting.
“I feel better about this,” Harry said to Draco as they left the school. “How about you?”
“Yes,” Draco said. “Their handling of it was quite satisfactory.”
Harry watched Draco a moment, wondering what was going on in his brain at the moment. Draco had been rather contemplative since the incident. He wasn’t withdrawn, exactly; he was quite loving to Teddy and Harry both. But Harry could tell something was on his mind. Harry just didn’t know what it was and whether it was good or bad.
“Are you all right?” Harry asked him.
Draco gave him a soft kiss. They were outside the school’s wards now, ready to Apparate home. “Yes, I am,” he said. “Let’s go home."
When they returned to Grimmauld, Harry saw that they had well over an hour before Andromeda was due to bring Teddy back. Normally Harry would be suggesting that they spend this extra time in the bedroom, shagging like kneazles. But he suspected Draco wasn’t much in the mood, the way he wandered into the kitchen in silence, running a hand through his hair.
“Shall I make us some tea?” Harry suggested.
“I’d rather like something a bit stronger,” Draco said. “How about some Ogden’s?”
“Sure,” said Harry.
As if she were eavesdropping on them (which, come to think of it, she likely was) Pipsy appeared in the kitchen, offering to serve them. She made quick work of settling them at the kitchen table, pouring them each a small glass of firewhiskey, and then flitting off away somewhere, giving them their privacy. Harry sipped his drink and watched Draco stare into his.
“I need to talk to you about something,” Draco said finally.
“All right.”
Draco tilted his glass to and fro, still staring at the amber liquid inside. “It’s a thought… an idea, that I can’t get out of my head. The more time passes, the more firmly it roots itself.” He took a sip, finally, and Harry waited. “I know that you would support me in this, but I do have concerns about Andromeda, about how she would feel about it. That’s what’s holding me back, honestly.”
“From what, Draco?” Harry asked. “From what idea?”
“I want to adopt Teddy. I want to make him legally mine.”
Harry felt himself take a surprised breath, but the feeling passed quickly. He realized he shouldn’t really be surprised at all. “This is about what that awful teacher said, then. I figured it was, I just didn’t know in what way.”
“She was the catalyst, yes, that got me first thinking about this. But… in some respects she wasn’t wrong.”
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Draco cut him off.
“I mean about the fact that I have no legal claim on him. I have no rights at all.”
“Draco, you know that neither Andromeda nor I would ever try to keep you from Teddy, no matter what happens.”
“I know you wouldn’t. That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about… proper parenting, the legal side of things. I can’t legally make decisions on his behalf, I can’t authorize Healing care for him, I can’t… if, Merlin forbid, something happened to you and Andromeda was already gone, he wouldn’t come to me automatically. It’s unclear where he would go.”
“Surely to you and your mother,” Harry tried to reassure him. “You’d be the only family he has left.”
“Besides those cousins on his birth father’s side that we know little about,” Draco countered. “And even if I got him in the end, I would have to fight for him. And let’s not forget that the Malfoys still have quite a bad reputation among some people. Sturgis is proof of that. The courts might not side with me out of bias. And would we really want to put Teddy through something like that, after he’s lost so much?”
“Of course not,” Harry said. “I just… honestly, I hadn’t thought about it.”
“I hadn’t either, not until Sturgis started talking. I suppose in the back of my mind I always figured that when we got married and Andromeda was… well… I always thought that would be the easiest time to do it. But I don’t want to wait. I want to feel like Teddy is my own now, in every way possible, in a way that no one can deny. I want to be his father properly, with us as a proper family. Does that make sense?”
“It makes perfect sense,” Harry said quietly. Perhaps that was where Draco was coming from when he talked with the teachers about Teddy not feeling like the other kids. It wasn’t about Teddy not living with his birth mother and father, but about the fact that nothing was really official, set in stone. He could understand why Draco would want to provide that stability.
“But how is Andromeda going to feel about that?” Draco said, interrupting Harry’s thoughts. “You would keep your legal guardianship, obviously, so she would have to be the one to revert her guardianship to me. Is that… will it be too much, after everything that’s happened? Will it feel like giving up too much?”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t want to hurt her.”
“I can’t say how she would feel about it. But she would want to do what’s best for Teddy. And if this is what’s best-“
“I just feel awful, thinking of even asking it of her,” Draco said, and he did look genuinely miserable. “I’m sick about it. But I can’t let go of this idea. I don’t think I’ll be able to really relax until I know Teddy is mine. Perhaps that makes me awful and selfish, but there it is. Were we ever surprised?”
“It’s not awful and selfish, Draco. You just want us to be a family.”
“I know we already are,” Draco said. “But if it was legal, I would feel so much more secure.”
Something sparked inside of Harry, watching Draco swirl the whiskey around in his glass as he brooded over this conundrum. It was a thought, one that had lived inside him for a long time. For years, even. But it was coming to the surface now, insistent, clamoring against his brain, asking him why he hadn’t done something about this already.
“There is another… We could… You know… we could be thinking about this differently,” Harry said, placing a hand lightly on Draco’s wrist.
“In what way?”
“Being a… proper family, legally, in… every respect.”
Draco stared at him.
“We could get married, is what I’m saying.” Harry watched as Draco’s eyes widened in surprise. He leaned forward, his mouth twitching up at the corners.
“I wasn’t fishing for a proposal, you know.”
“I know,” Harry said, smiling softly. “But I wanted to bring it up anyway.”
“I thought we had decided to get married once I made Senior Healer.”
“We had,” said Harry. “Though I honestly can’t remember why. Looking back on it, it seems a bit arbitrary to me.”
“Because my schedule would be so much easier to manage then, and it would be easier to plan a wedding and take a honeymoon and all that. And we weren’t going to have any children until then anyway…” He trailed off.
Harry raised an amused eyebrow. “But we do have a child. We have one now.” He didn’t need to point this out to Draco; he could tell by the look on the blond’s face that he was already thinking it. But he wanted to say it aloud anyway.
“That’s true…” Draco said. “But…”
“Still not sure you want to marry me, is that it? Still waiting for something better to come along?” Harry teased, although in truth it hurt a little, Draco’s hesitation.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right. I’ve known for… well, a rather embarrassingly long time that I want to marry you. You know that’s not it.”
“Then what is it?”
“I don’t want us to feel like we have to get married. I don’t want us to do it out of obligation. I want us to do it because we want to.”
“You already said you want to.”
“Yes, but that’s just me.”
“You think I’m saying we should because I feel obligated?” Harry asked incredulously. “Draco…” Where did he even begin?
“I just think it should be something you’ve really thought through, not something that’s spur of the moment because I have this need to call you and Teddy my own, and you think this is an elegant solution.”
Harry gaped at Draco. “We’ve been together for five years. Do you honestly think that in those five years that I haven’t thought about it? I mean, we mention it often enough as it is.”
“Yes, but always about getting married in the future-“
“I think about it all the time,” Harry insisted. “I’ve actually been counting down the days… ever since you started your residency and we decided we’d get married once it was finished, I’ve been counting down.” He stood, coming around the table and taking a chair next to Draco. The blond followed him with his eyes the whole way. “You’re not even halfway through your residency yet, and yet all I can think with every month that passes is ‘One more month closer to marrying Draco.’ It’s the truth!” he cried when Draco made a delicate snorting sound. “How can you doubt that, after everything…?” He gripped Draco’s chin, tilting it so Draco would look at him. “What do you need from me, to prove it to you? Do you need me to get you a ring? Some awful, gaudy thing with a massive diamond to show all off to all our friends? Or shall I throw a big party and when everyone is watching get down on one knee and serenade you with ‘The Wind Beneath My Wings’ or something equally ridiculous? Because I’ll do it, I swear.”
Draco shoved him playfully before wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. “Smartarse,” he said softly, looking like his mouth was about to split into a grin any moment.
“Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it,” Harry promised, placing a hand on Draco’s knee.
“Ask me.”
“What?”
Draco looked into his eyes, their faces only inches apart. “Don’t just suggest it, like something we should think about. Ask me.”
Harry smiled, feeling like his face was about to break in half. He held Draco’s gaze. “Draco Malfoy,” he said, relishing the moment, the way it made Draco’s eyes shimmer, the way it made his lips tremble. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” Draco said, his voice hoarse. He smiled suddenly, finally, bright as the sun. “Yes.”
Harry closed the distance between them in one swift motion, and Draco met him there, their mouths colliding with need and passion. They kissed intensely, bruisingly, before their lips opened and it became softer, the meeting of tongues and the sharing of breath. They snogged and snogged, gripping each other’s hair like they never wanted to let go.
Draco suddenly laughed against Harry’s mouth.
“What?” Harry asked, staying right where he was, not wanting to pull away.
“We’re getting married,” Draco said.
Harry laughed too. “I know.”
“You’re going to be my… husband.”
“Is that weird?”
“Yes,” said Draco. “And wonderful.”
Harry made love to Draco right on the kitchen table. With a wave of his wand he vanished their clothing, then laid Draco down on his back so he could have unfettered access. He sucked Draco’s cock while he teased and stretched his entrance, but Draco was eager and soon ready for him.
They fucked with their eyes open, Harry watching Draco arch against the wood of the table and Draco watching Harry standing over him, pounding into him. They didn’t seem to need words this time. They just panted, and smiled, and when Draco groaned Harry knew to thrust harder, and when Draco cried out Harry knew that he was barraging his prostate just the way he liked, and when Draco locked gazes with him again, he pleaded with his eyes, and Harry understood. Taking Draco’s cock in his hand Harry pumped, and thrust, and said, just once, “Draco,” and they both came.
They both wound up on the kitchen table together afterward, intertwined and naked. They were silent for a while before Draco spoke.
“We’re going to have to sanitize this table if we’re going to serve Teddy dinner on it.”
They enjoyed a good laugh at that, relaxed and blissful, and still giddy from the engagement.
“Let’s get married right away,” Harry said, once he’d calmed down. “If we’re going to do it, I say we do it. I don’t want some long, torturous engagement like Ron and Hermione.”
“I’m all for doing it soon,” said Draco. “But we need at least a little bit of time. My mother will murder us both if we run off and just sign a piece of parchment, and not have a real bonding ceremony and everything.”
“Yes, I know,” Harry admitted. “But I want something simple anyway, which won’t take much planning. Like, maybe a month. We could have a Christmas wedding,”
“Too soon,” said Draco.
“Really?”
“I’m just telling you what I guarantee you my mother will tell us if we suggest Christmas.”
“January then.”
Draco thought that over. “I think she could be convinced, if…”
“If what?”
“If we had it at the manor. That would make all the planning much easier, since she knows the space, and she could get the house elves involved.”
“Done,” said Harry.
“Well, that was easy.”
“I honestly don’t care all that much about where we get married, or what kind of decorations there are, or any of that. All I care about is that we keep it small, only people we really want to be there, and that I can wear a tuxedo and not dress robes.”
“That’s all you care about?” Draco asked skeptically. “What about the actual ceremony? Or do you want to just be told where to stand and what to say?”
“Well, yes, all right, I suppose there are some details I’d like to have a say in.”
“Thought so,” Draco said smugly. “Weddings are quite complicated you know, even when you try to make it as simple as possible. You may as well accept the inevitable.”
“And what’s the inevitable, exactly?”
“You’re going to be spending quite a bit of time with my mother in the next few weeks, talking about things you never thought you’d care about in a million years. Like color schemes and invitations and flowers and music…” He trailed off, as though there was going to be a lot more where that came from.
Harry considered that. He supposed that was likely, especially since Draco would be at the hospital a lot, leaving much of the planning to him. But he could live with it. “But I get to marry you at the end, right?”
“Well, yeah. That’s the point.”
“Then all right. I’ll take it.”
Draco smiled, and they snogged a bit more, at least until Harry looked at the clock and realized it was nearly a quarter past five.
“I should start dinner. Which means we need to get dressed.” He looked around for his clothes on the floor before remembering that he’d vanished them, and they’d probably reappeared in their bedroom as that spell was designed to do. “Whoops,” he said. “I guess we’re going upstairs, then.”
They were dressed and presentable with only a couple of minutes to spare when Andromeda and Teddy arrived. Harry started preparing dinner, and the others stayed in the kitchen and chatted with him as he got everything ready, Teddy dominating the conversation as he caught Harry and Draco up on his very full day.
When dinner was nearly ready Harry instructed Teddy to go wash his hands, and the boy complied.
“I suppose that’s my cue,” said Andromeda, standing up.
“No, stay,” said Draco. “Have dinner with us.”
“Please do,” Harry chimed in. “We have plenty.”
“Are you sure?” the witch asked, looking from Draco to Harry. “I know you haven’t had much time with Teddy just the two of you today. I don’t want to intrude.”
“You could never intrude,” Draco insisted. “Not to mention…” He glanced at Harry. “Well, it’s going to be sort of a celebration dinner, really. We have some… exciting news.”
Andromeda was looking from one to the other again, this time with eagerness and curiosity. “Is it… wait… is it what I think?”
Harry grinned. “Might be. If what you’re thinking is that Draco and I are going to get married…”
Andromeda actually squealed in delight, which was very out of character for her and showed just how excited she was. “It’s about time,” she said as she gave each of them a hug.
“We thought so too,” said Harry. “But keep your lips sealed, at least until we’re done with dinner. Then we’ll tell Teddy.”
“Good idea,” she said. “He’ll be so excited, he’ll forget to eat otherwise.”
Teddy returned then, and they gathered around the table, the three adults keeping mum on the news. Harry smiled as he listened to the friendly chatter, a sense of complete rightness flowing through him.
I should send Matilda Sturgis a thank-you note, he thought, enjoying the irony of it, for getting us to finally do what we’ve always wanted to do. It was funny how life worked, sometimes.
Up Next: Vesper settles into her job, and still finds herself torn between Declan and Blaise.
goddess-of_dragons: Well, you weren’t too far off the mark, although it wasn’t Draco who ended up proposing! I hope the meeting with the teachers was what you hoped. I’m a teacher too so I’ve had a few of these, though I work with older kids. But this age group is super cute and I’ve been enjoying writing the five-year-old Teddy!
By all means, share your work when it’s ready! I’d be delighted to read it :)
LadyShire: I’m glad you’re liking the Draco and Teddy relationship. We’re in the part of the story where I can start to develop that more and I'm looking forward to it. There’s going to be a lot more evolution for them as a family throughout the fic.
Harry did flip his lid, but it was “off-camera” as it were. He feels very defensive of Draco, but by the time he sat down with the teachers he was calm enough to remember to focus on making sure it doesn’t happen again.
discord_the_lunatic: Thanks! Since it’s only five years out from the war, I figured there would still be some lasting effects. I’m trying to explore that in a few different ways, as you can see with this chapter as well. Thanks for reading and appreciating!
serpensprincess1: Thank you! I’m so glad!
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