“You’re right. He never asked to be a leader, did he? —— Then again, none of us asked to soldiers either.” She took a long sip of her tea, scrunched her nose at the lackluster taste and set it on the makeshift table in front of them. Nothing tasted the way it used to do; death and war staining even food and drinks. Amelia supposed that was what grief did. It left a sour aftertaste on everything in its wake. She looked back at him, still wondering what his name was. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and when he asked if she wanted to hold him, she nodded with a sense of excitement she hadn’t felt in months. “If it’s okay—” She sat down on the couch next to him, her hands held out so that he could safely place the pygmy puff in her lap. “I feel very rude, but I can’t remember your name… What was it again?”
leo had to laugh for a second, it was the irony in everything that made him laugh. before the war started, his biggest worry was his father nagging about him not getting a job while leo just wanted to chill and have a good time with his creatures. after the war started, he worried about his family’s safety, his friends at the army’s lives and all the creatures and powerless people out there being alone and not able to fight for themselves. “ yeah, to be honest, can’t really picture myself as a soldier, and i bet you that if my father saw me here, fighting with aberforth and the gang, he would laugh in my face,” leo chuckled before she sat next to him, holding out her hands to hold the puff, and he smiled for a second, giving her him. “ you’re not rude, i was scratching my brain for the same thing.. leopold night, but who calls anyone leopold now a days, just call me leo,”



















