Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2017 1:08:04 GMT -7
Oliver had always been a quiet kid, making friends for the most part had always been a challenge for him. His sisters were pretty much his closest friends growing up, and that was okay - it really was. Oliver was happy with his sisters being his bestfriends, why wouldn't he be happy with that? It wasn't to say he had no other friends, he did - but he prefered his sisters and his more furry kind of friends. Oliver had always had a love for animals - particularly dogs. Big dogs, small dogs - it didn't matter to him. With a wide smile he could charm even the grumpiest of dogs and make them act like a goofy pup again.
He didn't remember when it started - maybe it had been one of the things that made his biological parents so uncomfortable, he wasn't sure - he did remember when he was at the Orphanage though, there had been a few dogs nearby and they had always come to visit - he had called them his friends. They had been his friends. Whenever he had been feeling scared or sad - one of them had always come to visit and made the freckled little boy smile and laugh - he remembered being told not to play with them, they were strays - the word at the time had confused him, until he looked up what it meant. For awhile after that he would state that he must be a stray too. He remembered having to say goodbye to his friends after he was adopted - it had been one of the hardest things for him to do.
When he was still small it was just a funny little thing, a funny quirk that made Oliver who he was - while he would jump and hide behind either his mothers or sisters when approached by a person he didn't know - when it came to a dog however, he'd run right up and eagerly make a new friend. Making friends with dogs was easier for him than making friends with a person. But it wasn't until he was a little older - just a few months after his older sister began her Hogwarts years that it became something more than just a little quirk that he had. He was eight years old and he was dealing with a lot in his young mind at the time, he needed a friend - he needed someone to talk to that he knew wouldn't be upset by what was on his mind. That was the day he met Zeke.
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He was eight years old, a tiny little thing - closer to the size of a six year old. He knew he was special - his Mommies told him he was, he had magic - but it was a secret, a special secret that their family shared. But special or not - people were mean, and special people were ... different. It was something he had learnt at school - muggle school. He liked the classes but not all the people were nice - he had heard some adults talking a few weeks ago. Talking about his mothers, about him and his sister - the words were ones he knew weren't meant to be said, but they had been said and it had made him angry.
The small boy was walking in the park close to their house, being outside always helped when his head was full of too many thoughts. His foot kicks at a small rock, a small pout on his face - adults were meant to be many things. But most of them he knew weren't all that nice. Not like his mommies - so why did they say his Mommies were so bad anyways? With another huff he kicked another rock towards a bush - only to jump when he heard a small yelp.
Brown eyes widen as he freezes, did the bush just make a sound? He heard a whimper, and the bush moved - realizing it wasn't the bush but something inside the bush pushed him into movement. He had hurt an animal. With tears already building he hurried over to see what it was he had accidentally hit, only to find two small wide eyes staring up at him, it was a little dog hiding in the bush.
The dog was small - much like Oliver himself was. He was tiny and dirty, his fur was in need of a big bath that was for sure, he was a little bigger than a small puppy - was he still a puppy? The thought crossed his mind as he tilted his head, crouching down and holding out his hand. The dog copied his head tilt before eagerly moving forward - causing Oliver to laugh as the dog began to lick at his hand and then his face.
Friend.
The word came to his mind, and Oliver smiled - his eyes lighting up as he gently pat the dog, he had made another friend. "I'm s-sorry p-p-puppy, are you okay?" he spoke carefully, his stutter while usually a bigger problem was far from his mind. Dogs never teased him or made fun when he stuttered. Yet another reason he liked them more. In response the dogs tail moved faster, moving to lick at his face once again, causing a ton of small giggles to escape him, he felt now - things were okay. The dog was happy - hungry though maybe. "I'm hungry too.." Oliver spoke up, turning around to pull his bag off his back, inside he had a sandwhich, carefully peeling the meat off to feed to his new friend, "S-Sorry puppy, I d-don't have more." he gave another little pat before standing up and slipping his bag back on his back. "I-I gotta go h-home. M-Maybe we can play soon?" He smiled and waved before moving to leave - but he felt a sadness in his chest, and his ears picked up on a whimper as he walked.
Turning around he tilted his head, seeing the dog following him - as he turned around he saw the dog light up, tail wagging quickly once again as it hurried to his side. The freckled little boy gave a tiny frown, he knew he wasn't meant to bring animals home - but did that also go for an animal just following him home? Probably. He continued to walk, occasionally glancing back - his new furry friend was still following him as he made his way back home. It wasn't until he made his way into his yard that he stopped again, pausing - his hands on his hips as he stared at his new friend, "Puppy - t-this is my home." he paused and blinked slowly, a look of confusion coming over his face as he moved to sit beside the dog, he had a feeling again - it was confusing. "S-Sorry Zeke." the name came to his mind - and the dog, Zeke - wagged his tail happily as he sat and laid his head on Oliver's lap.
"Y-You don't have a h-home.." Oliver stated it sadly, his own heart heavy at the thought. He used to not have a home too - but now he did. "M-Maybe you can stay h-here.. with me. W-We're friends and friends help r-right?" with a gentle nod, both boy and dog were in better spirits, but he still needed to talk to his mothers. "Y-You stay here.. okay." He gave another pat and smile before hurrying inside. The following conversation with his mothers was a strange one, as he tried to explain that he wasn't sure how - but he knew the dogs name - his name was Zeke - and he didn't have a home anymore. How did he know? The dog told him - the dog was his friend now, and he promised to take care of him. Oliver couldn't explain it, but he understood what Zeke was telling him - and Zeke understood him too - as Oliver was trying to explain it became clear to his mothers at least that there was something more going on.
Zeke became a member of their family fairly quickly, although he was more Oliver's friend and companion - it was his mothers that discovered what it was that was going on, Oliver had a magical gift - an ability. It was another thing that made him special - or different. But this difference Oliver felt was different, Zeke came into his life when Oliver needed a friend the most - while he still connects easily with other canines, Zeke will always still be special to Oliver even as he is growing older, he knows Zeke's time will come, but even when that happens - Oliver will still be thankful for the friendship they have.
As they say, the relationship between a boy and his dog is a special friendship after all.
He didn't remember when it started - maybe it had been one of the things that made his biological parents so uncomfortable, he wasn't sure - he did remember when he was at the Orphanage though, there had been a few dogs nearby and they had always come to visit - he had called them his friends. They had been his friends. Whenever he had been feeling scared or sad - one of them had always come to visit and made the freckled little boy smile and laugh - he remembered being told not to play with them, they were strays - the word at the time had confused him, until he looked up what it meant. For awhile after that he would state that he must be a stray too. He remembered having to say goodbye to his friends after he was adopted - it had been one of the hardest things for him to do.
When he was still small it was just a funny little thing, a funny quirk that made Oliver who he was - while he would jump and hide behind either his mothers or sisters when approached by a person he didn't know - when it came to a dog however, he'd run right up and eagerly make a new friend. Making friends with dogs was easier for him than making friends with a person. But it wasn't until he was a little older - just a few months after his older sister began her Hogwarts years that it became something more than just a little quirk that he had. He was eight years old and he was dealing with a lot in his young mind at the time, he needed a friend - he needed someone to talk to that he knew wouldn't be upset by what was on his mind. That was the day he met Zeke.
-
He was eight years old, a tiny little thing - closer to the size of a six year old. He knew he was special - his Mommies told him he was, he had magic - but it was a secret, a special secret that their family shared. But special or not - people were mean, and special people were ... different. It was something he had learnt at school - muggle school. He liked the classes but not all the people were nice - he had heard some adults talking a few weeks ago. Talking about his mothers, about him and his sister - the words were ones he knew weren't meant to be said, but they had been said and it had made him angry.
The small boy was walking in the park close to their house, being outside always helped when his head was full of too many thoughts. His foot kicks at a small rock, a small pout on his face - adults were meant to be many things. But most of them he knew weren't all that nice. Not like his mommies - so why did they say his Mommies were so bad anyways? With another huff he kicked another rock towards a bush - only to jump when he heard a small yelp.
Brown eyes widen as he freezes, did the bush just make a sound? He heard a whimper, and the bush moved - realizing it wasn't the bush but something inside the bush pushed him into movement. He had hurt an animal. With tears already building he hurried over to see what it was he had accidentally hit, only to find two small wide eyes staring up at him, it was a little dog hiding in the bush.
The dog was small - much like Oliver himself was. He was tiny and dirty, his fur was in need of a big bath that was for sure, he was a little bigger than a small puppy - was he still a puppy? The thought crossed his mind as he tilted his head, crouching down and holding out his hand. The dog copied his head tilt before eagerly moving forward - causing Oliver to laugh as the dog began to lick at his hand and then his face.
Friend.
The word came to his mind, and Oliver smiled - his eyes lighting up as he gently pat the dog, he had made another friend. "I'm s-sorry p-p-puppy, are you okay?" he spoke carefully, his stutter while usually a bigger problem was far from his mind. Dogs never teased him or made fun when he stuttered. Yet another reason he liked them more. In response the dogs tail moved faster, moving to lick at his face once again, causing a ton of small giggles to escape him, he felt now - things were okay. The dog was happy - hungry though maybe. "I'm hungry too.." Oliver spoke up, turning around to pull his bag off his back, inside he had a sandwhich, carefully peeling the meat off to feed to his new friend, "S-Sorry puppy, I d-don't have more." he gave another little pat before standing up and slipping his bag back on his back. "I-I gotta go h-home. M-Maybe we can play soon?" He smiled and waved before moving to leave - but he felt a sadness in his chest, and his ears picked up on a whimper as he walked.
Turning around he tilted his head, seeing the dog following him - as he turned around he saw the dog light up, tail wagging quickly once again as it hurried to his side. The freckled little boy gave a tiny frown, he knew he wasn't meant to bring animals home - but did that also go for an animal just following him home? Probably. He continued to walk, occasionally glancing back - his new furry friend was still following him as he made his way back home. It wasn't until he made his way into his yard that he stopped again, pausing - his hands on his hips as he stared at his new friend, "Puppy - t-this is my home." he paused and blinked slowly, a look of confusion coming over his face as he moved to sit beside the dog, he had a feeling again - it was confusing. "S-Sorry Zeke." the name came to his mind - and the dog, Zeke - wagged his tail happily as he sat and laid his head on Oliver's lap.
"Y-You don't have a h-home.." Oliver stated it sadly, his own heart heavy at the thought. He used to not have a home too - but now he did. "M-Maybe you can stay h-here.. with me. W-We're friends and friends help r-right?" with a gentle nod, both boy and dog were in better spirits, but he still needed to talk to his mothers. "Y-You stay here.. okay." He gave another pat and smile before hurrying inside. The following conversation with his mothers was a strange one, as he tried to explain that he wasn't sure how - but he knew the dogs name - his name was Zeke - and he didn't have a home anymore. How did he know? The dog told him - the dog was his friend now, and he promised to take care of him. Oliver couldn't explain it, but he understood what Zeke was telling him - and Zeke understood him too - as Oliver was trying to explain it became clear to his mothers at least that there was something more going on.
Zeke became a member of their family fairly quickly, although he was more Oliver's friend and companion - it was his mothers that discovered what it was that was going on, Oliver had a magical gift - an ability. It was another thing that made him special - or different. But this difference Oliver felt was different, Zeke came into his life when Oliver needed a friend the most - while he still connects easily with other canines, Zeke will always still be special to Oliver even as he is growing older, he knows Zeke's time will come, but even when that happens - Oliver will still be thankful for the friendship they have.
As they say, the relationship between a boy and his dog is a special friendship after all.
