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( ah. there's an indescribable look on harry's face, although it's becoming a bit more normal between the two of them — understanding and aching, a vicious cycle that just repeats and repeats. harry can get as angry as he wants through this, but it doesn't change how hard it is to be in jin ling position. he forgave dumbledore, too. who knew his parents were going to die. who knew he'd probably die along with them, who enabled and desired his own death despite —

he doesn't like to, doesn't want to think about it. a sad smile and he leans in, knocking his forehead against jin ling's neck. )

Nothing.

( you can't trust someone like that. and yet —

he huffs, nosing in closer to him. )

You're right. I really hate all that we have in common.

See? I told you so.

[ He huffs a little but he leans back, feeling weirdly empty. Not a bad empty, but like he’d just drained himself and now was left floating.

He sighed, reaching out to grab one of Harry’s hands and lace their fingers together. ]

There’s got to be some good things in common, too, you know. It can’t just be death all the way down.

( squeezing his hand, harry changes how he's resting on him — instead just letting his head tuck onto the height of his shoulder, nearly snuggled against his side. eventually he's going to go grab their junk food and make jin ling try it all out. just. give him a minute. )

Well, there's Hedwig and Fairy.

( gun to his fucking head he could not tell you a single good memory he's got )

That's all I can think of.

Maybe ... have you ever had a werewolf for a teacher?

[ He gives a huff that isn’t quite a laugh. Yeah. They are a bit pathetic, huh. ]

I don’t even know what a werewolf is. And I haven’t gone to Gusu for the lectures so I- my teachers were mostly tutors, that sort of thing.

[ A pause. ]

... we both fly, I guess. Though you really should get a sword.

Man by day, wolf under the full moon. ( matter of factly. he turns his face up towards him, still smushed on his shoulder. ) What's Gusu?

I've only used a sword once, and it wasn't my finest. ( he nudges his side, slightly. ) That's a thought. Maybe we've fought similar creatures, before? You mentioned fairies once.

That-- I mean people here turn to wolves and stuff under the moons all the time. It never happened back home that I know of, though.

Lan Gusu is a sect. And a place. Like Lanling Jin, where I'm from. They have some really famous lectures there, so juniors from other clans often go there to study.

[ He can't help a fond little thought at the idea of Harry Potter being so strong with magic and not being able to use a sword. ]

I could teach you, if you want. Sword fighting. You should at least know how to handle one.

[ He let out a breath, leaning his head to rest on top of Harry's, a slight tinkle sounding as a golden beaded thread bounced gently against Harry's forehead. ]

Maybe? A lot of what we fight are ghosts, demons, that sort of thing. We hunt monsters sometimes. The Fairy was a rock that cultivated itself into a monster, so she was basically stone. Snatched people's souls.

It's a bit different. Werewolves don't have any control, and usually end up hurting or killing people.

Oh, it's like your Hogwarts.

( boarding school, to learn about magics and such. similar enough in its existence, in all things except that jin ling has never been there.

he brushes a small, barely there smile against jin ling. )

Sure. I mean — I used to play knights as a kid. I think using a sword would be pretty cool. Maybe I can be like your Gusu Lan, then — though, based on all the differences we have, it might not be of much use to you.

( but it is an excuse to see him more, so harry will take what he can get. tilting his head, he presses a soft kiss on the bend of jin ling's jaw. )

The ghosts at home aren't a threat, really. Same with fairies. ( but — ) You said a rock came to life? We have something kind of like that, called the Whomping Willow tree.

But you said it was your teacher. Did it try to kill you?

From what you’ve said about it, sort of, I guess. I don’t really know, I was never allowed to go. You’d have to ask Sizhui, he’s from there.

[ He felt that heat rise to his cheeks again.]

I’d like to learn your kind of magic some time, if I could. Like that spiritual deer you made. I bet that would impress Hanguang-Jun.

Ghosts- most of them are fine. You just need to figure out what it is that’s keeping them there, help them move on. But will enough resentful energy they can start hurting or killing people, and then we have to do other things.

Oh- you had a tree cultivate into a monster? Yeah, that happens sometimes. I haven’t seen it myself, but technically anything could cultivate into a monster if it really wanted to.

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