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Njord Vikernes
 Posted: Apr 17 2017, 06:05 AM
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How could anyone stay inside while the sun was painting the lawns in the brightest colours, and flower petals were raining down on the students’ heads like snow in April? Njord had been itching to leave the castle ever since he had woken up, yet it had been too late to take a walk as classes had started early - and he was dutiful enough not to miss his morning classes because he wanted to give in to his low desires of enjoying nature’s call. That would have to wait til later when he was finally allowed to change out of his robes and slip into lighter clothes again. Njord had never deemed the temperatures of Scotland as too daunting, as he was used to colder winds and longer winters in Narvik, where the wind often felt like a knife slicing through his face and yet like a soft caress at the same time. There were days when he missed it, missed home as they had traded it for something less magnificent in the end. But there had never been a moment in his life when he had questioned the decision his parents had made before he had even started to attend Hogwarts, well aware he would have ended up in Durmstrang instead, where Herleif had learned all those things he was so proud of.

Wrong pride was a reoccurring theme in the Nilsson and Vikernes families, and the Norwegian had long since stopped trying to change anything about it. Instead, he focused on the things he truly loved - the way the sun was painting images of light onto the grass and how the trees threw shadows on the lawns. His path was guiding him through the castle, but it seemed like fate did not want him to feel the warm breeze on his face today, instead just drawing him into a different direction - the communal common room, for a change. It was brightly illuminated with sunlight as well, as no one had bothered to draw the curtains close. The fireplace had not been used for a while now, ashes scattered inside and no fresh wood placed beside it to be thrown in non-existent flames. Njord’s sunlight-filled gaze wandered around, and it was almost like the rays of sunlight with dust dancing in them were guiding him straight to the disgruntled and yet familiar face of Archibald Munn.

It was still somewhat of a mystery how they had become friends - but it was a fact that they were friends and that Njord’s constant mission was to charm a smile on the snake’s disgruntled and grumpy features. How could one always look like one’s cat had just died? Deep inside, the Norwegian understood - yet he did not wish to think about all these things that were hidden somewhere in the back of his mind as well, of weights of heritage that made shoulders slump and heads bow down. This was the fate so many pureblood children shared, and some simply handled it better than others - Archibald was handling it rather badly, if the tenseness of his shoulders was any indication. Without touching him, Njord could see how tense his friend was, and it made him sigh a little before he approached, announcing his arrival with a softly hummed “Hello, Archibald.”

Then it was only a matter of seconds before he stood behind the snake, hands resting on the boy’s shoulders and gently pressing down. There was knowledge running through his veins that he did not know where it was coming from - but Njord was going to use it like a gods-given gift, much like the dreams that had been haunting him lately und much like he accepted everything life was offering him. He squeezed those tense muscles, humming a quiet “Relax” without stopping what he was currently doing.

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Archibald Munn
 Posted: Apr 17 2017, 08:35 AM
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’Relax’ was most definitely a word which did not belong in the vocabulary of Archibald Munn. He understood it’s literal meaning, he understood the concept, yet the boy had never believed in such a thing as relaxing. Oh no, that was for slackers, for the good-for-nothing and for the loafers, for those who brought shame upon their families as people shook their heads in disappointment. People like Archie, for he would never ever dare even consider indulging to such selfish desires. Did he sometimes feel like throwing everything out the window and spend the rest of the day napping? Yes, of course he did, yet he would never dare admit it, as the only short moments of rest he ever allowed himself were those drinking precious tea or spent at the greenhouses.

It had always been that way, and it would continue to be despite anyone’s saying, for since the moment of his birth he had been handed responsibilities, tasks, and expectations that felt like heavy chains wrapped around his chest and constantly attempting to suffocate life out of him. Another of the things he would never admit, as to the world Archibald was perfect - always so neat, always so calm, always standing with pride and acting unaffected. Too bad not all people were as easily fooled as others, tongue clicking as he heard his name being hummed, grip on the book he was holding tightening as his gray eyes turned to stare at the familiar sight of Njord Vikernes, much alike the looming clouds of a storm. He had planned on reading for one of his classes, but he should have known better than to be able to do such thing at the Communal Common Room, shouldn’t he?

Truthfully, he did not mind it, faint smile curving his lips and softening his expression for mere seconds. “Njord. You could just call me Archie, as everyone does” the snake commented, tone soft and somehow emotionless, the whisper of a cold breeze. There were few he called his friends, few he respected and few with whom he enjoyed conversing. How he had become friends with Njord was almost a mystery, though he did appreciate it, as the presence of the Norwegian often came as somewhat soothing and it almost made Archie forget about all his worries for those short moments. The name, however, did not, as being called Archibald often only served as reminder of all that which was expected from him, of the burden that came with carrying the name of his family’s founder. Things he would most definitely not explain to the badger.

The next set of actions stunned him, watching Njord until the boy was no longer in his line of sight, body instantly tensing up at the touch, a quiet squeak leaving him in surprise as his cheeks were momentarily reddened by a gentle blush. Personal space had always been valued by the snake, recoiling at anyone’s touch, and he would have moved away at that moment too… but he didn’t, as even he could agree there was enjoyment to a good backrub. Not like he had ever received one before anyways, though that one did certainly feel heavenly. Lips pressed together, gaze wandering over the room for a second, as if looking for something to distract him. Soon, it found the fireplace, watching the scattered ashes as sunlight danced on them, as if the most delightful of analogies. Not like Archibald Munn would ever compare himself to something as filthy as ashes.

"Thank you." he muttered, somehow short of breath and quiet.

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Njord Vikernes
 Posted: Apr 19 2017, 03:34 AM
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There was something about shortening names that took the grace out of them, as if cutting down the syllables changed the value of a name - which was odd, as Njord was not the strongest believer in the values of names in the first place. He knew they carried meaning - it mattered to be the son of Ulrikke Nilsson, it mattered to be a Vikernes. At the same time it blemished him with a past, a present and a future his conscience could barely deal with, and in the end, names were a curse more than a blessing. Eventually he only disliked nicknames because his own name left little room for shortenings, as well as his brother's. Yet as considerate as Njord was, he slowly nodded at his friend's remark, tentatively echoing "Archie" to taste these two syllables on his tongue like freshly picked cranberries, like lemonade he prepared with his own two hands rather than trusting - or bothering - the house elves with it. "I will remember," the tall Norwegian added with a soft smile, hoping he would indeed remember not to call the other boy by his full name in the future. Patterns and habits were often harder to abandon than the badger would like to admit.

It was not all there was about Archibald Munn that differed him from others, and Njord knew. He had noticed from the start, but he also related to the burden of a name and a fate placed on someone's shoulders. He himself might be the second son, the replacement in case Herleif was going to fall from grace - yet no one had considered that he could be the one who turned out all wrong, who made questionable decisions that did not harm anyone and yet spited everything his name stood for: the heritage, the traditions, the profession. It was all tossed aside by those small rebellions of not eating products coming from animals, from saving rather than slaying creatures - up to a point where he had been the one to safe the mermaid his father and brother had caught from the basement of the Vikernes mansion. If anyone knew, he would be disowned by now - but it was a well-kept secret only Gretchen and him knew, and he would take it to the grave if he had to.

The squeak - quiet, yet noticable - drew the tall young man out of his thoughts, sunlight-filled, warm eyes meeting the back of Archibald's head with a brow furrowed in barely suppressed confusion. He had not been aware the snake could even produce such sounds, yet the change of breathing patterns and the way the muscles seemed to smoothen and somehow relax under his hands were enough of a motivation to continue the unannounced and unexpected service. Njord wanted his friends to feel good and comfortable, more than he wished comfort for himself. But sometimes his actions derailed a little in the way they came promptly, acting instead of bothering with long explanations. There was no one to witness the short and well executed display of innocent affection, so Njord was not affected at all while his eyes wandered towards the window, treetops in the wind visible from where he stood, dancing and losing leaves in the process.

Thank you. A small smile appeared on Njord's lips as he kept massaging the other's stiff shoulders and neck, hands barely touching skin and rather resting on the fabric of Archie'd dark t-shirt - guarding what little privacy there was to such touches, although he was aware both in the muggle and the wizaring world, men and women offered massages for money, in the most sterile and clinical way possible. This was not it - it was not intimate either, yet the careful affection between two friends. He did not give backrubs to everyone. Without pausing, Njord finally picked up the thread of conversation to fill the silence before it became too awkward to bear. "What were you trying to do before I interrupted?"

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Archibald Munn
 Posted: Apr 19 2017, 12:50 PM
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If there was something Archibald Munn had understood from a very young age, that was exactly the power of a name. His family had never been the kind of pureblood lineage that is feared, that people speak about in soft whispers over the protective crackling of a fireplace, but they were most certainly respected, as their members had held positions of importance in the Ministry of Magic for generations and not a single bad thing could be said about the Munn family. They were well liked, esteemed, and over the years the boy had grown all too used to the compliments people had to give regarding his mother’s duty in the Wizengamot or his father’s work as an Auror, both of them being well known, specially the latter. He had always been proud of it, as he had never been given a reason not to, and pride in their family was something taught to every Munn from the very day of their birth.

This was why it was all so overwhelming, why he tried so hard, because with all of his father’s accomplishments and achievements, much more was expected from Archie. Honor the ones who came before you and do better in order to please them. Such was the nature of being a Munn, specially the heir, fated to have a thousand eyes on him judging his every move, eyes of the past and of the present too. He could make no mistakes, no wrong turns, for his sister had already stained the memory of their generation and he had the duty of fixing such a tragedy. People likely didn’t know, it had all been covered and hidden, much alike most of the problems in his family, yet it still mattered to him, because he knew, and no one could take that knowledge away from him.

There was no such thing as trying too hard, no such thing as overachieving, because all Archie really wanted was to please his father after all that had happened, to work as hard as he did for the Munn name and to bring good things upon it. And so, he studied, he got good grades, he never got into any trouble, and he did everything in order to succeed at that school, no matter how much time it took or how much stress. All because he loved the Munn family, all because he idolized his father and wanted to be like the man someday. But things never seemed to come as natural for him as they did for his father, and in a world where he struggled with every stepped he took moving forward, he truly appreciated those friends who were there for him and somehow helped deal with the burden. That’s why he smiled at the nickname, as it felt so much more personal and true than the name which belonged to the founder of his family, that which reminded him of all the things he was supposed to be yet was far from ever becoming.

The gentle blush still covered his cheeks as Njord continued to give him that backrub, eyes closing for a second as he enjoyed the sensation. Somehow, he knew they were similar despite dealing with things so differently, and he knew that the badger understood even when no explanations had been given. It almost made him feel ashamed of being so easy to read, was he weak for so easily being stressed and overwhelmed by all of it? Sometimes, it really felt like it, his confidence shattered into pieces and being left for him to slowly pick it up and glue it back together as he had done more than once over those years. “Hmm? Read. I found a really great book on Tasseography for future reference and all” Archie answered, honest and truthful, as he had no reason to lie about such matters. Then, a brow was quirked for a mere second.

“How about you? As much as I do appreciate this, I doubt you came all the way here looking for me.”

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