What if Harry Potter, the chosen one, had turned out to be a squib, how do you think history would have turned out differently?
It was Mrs. Figg who suspected first.
She noticed many things, sitting on her side of her fence with her cats chasing butterflies and nuzzling her ankles, Mundungus and the other watchers dropping by for tea now and then.
Mrs. Figg noticed that Petunia was a nosy bit of work with insecurities hanging from her every harsh angle. She noticed when Dudley learned the word MINE– the whole neighborhood noticed that one. She noticed that Vernon glared at owls.
She noticed that when Petunia gave Harry a truly horrendous haircut one year, it grew back in at a normal rate. Harry was uneven and weird-looking for ages, hiding under beanies when he could.
When Mrs. Figg had Harry over for carefully miserable afternoons of babysitting, she noticed nothing moved that shouldn’t. He didn’t accidentally make flowers out of fallen leaves, or levitate anything during tantrums, or turn toys funny colors.
Mrs. Figg called up her mother, interrupting the wizarding bridge game she was winning against the nursing home staff, and asked her how she had known, decades back, that her youngest daughter was a squib.
When Albus Dumbledore received Mrs. Figg’s letter he wrote back a polite thank you and then went to talk with Minerva McGonagall, who inhaled sharply in horror when he told her the news.
Finally, McGonagall gave a gathered sigh. “I suppose we can ask one of the wizarding families to homeschool him,” she said. “We can’t have the Boy Who Lived not knowing about his own world.”
“No, he’ll come to Hogwarts,” said Dumbledore.
“Hogwarts is not a place for–” Her voice fell. “–squibs, Albus.”
Dumbledore shook his head. “Harry must be taught.”
“Be taught what, Albus?”
But Dumbledore just sighed and offered her a lemon drop.
Years later, the owls and the letters came to 4 Privet Drive. The Dursleys ran, dragging Harry with them, and the letters and one stubborn gamekeeper followed– none of this would change with a magicless Harry.
When Hagrid asked Harry in that little cabin on that little rock in the middle of the sea if weird things always happened around him, Harry couldn’t tell him about vanishing glass and setting captive snakes free, about ending up somehow on the school roof, or growing his hair out overnight.
“Strange things always happen around you, don’ they?”
“Um,” said Harry, racking his brain. “Well… I live in a cupboard under the stairs…”
Harry could tell him about how snakes sometimes talked back, because that had never been Harry’s magic, but when he did Hagrid just blanched and changed the subject.
Hagrid held out hope, even against Dumbledore’s quiet warning explanations, until they made it to Ollivander’s Wands. Harry marveled at Diagon Alley, got his hands shaken in the Leaky, pressed his nose up against shop windows. Hagrid watched the scant boy– looked at James’s messy hair, Lily’s eyes, Harry’s own wandering gaze– and he wondered how this boy could be anything but magical.
In the wand shop, Ollivander said, “James Potter, yes… mahogany, eleven inches. Pliable. A powerful wand for Transfiguration.” He said, “And your mother, Lily… strong in Charms work, ten and… yes, ten and a quarter, willow, swishy.”
Harry picked up stick after wooden stick. They remained just that– wood with bits of feather or scale or hair. Harry wondered if the creatures who gave these offerings were still alive– if they were given or taken. What did it do to your wand when they died? He waved a maplewood wand (unicorn hair, eleven inches) and a gust from the door opening blew some receipts off the counter.
“Well, said Ollivander. “I think that’s as close as we’re likely to get.”
He sent them out with the maplewood. Hagrid bought Harry a snowy owl and a fudge sundae and tried not make it too obvious that these were condolence gifts. The next day the Prophet’s headlines read: The Boy Who Lived– A Squib? Various magical medical experts weighed in on how it might have happened. Fingers were pointed at childhood trauma, at his upbringing, at his family lineage.
Harry still met Ron on the train– Ron was still smudge-nosed and Harry still bought enough candy to share. When Molly had helped him through the platform entrance, her voice had been a little softer, a little more pitying– but it was still better than the laughter that had been in his aunt and uncle’s voices when they dropped him here to find a platform they didn’t think existed.
Hermione Granger dropped by their compartment, looking for Neville’s toad, but got distracted when she spotted Harry. “I’ve read about you! In my books, and in the paper,” she said. “You’re the Boy Who Lived, and you’re a squib.”
Harry sank down in his seat. Ron hid Scabbers under a candy wrapper.
“Squibs have never been allowed in Hogwarts,” Hermione announced. “According to Hogwarts, A History, squibs try to sneak in now and then– the furthest anyone’s ever gotten is to the Sorting Hat before they got found out.” At eleven, Hermione still believed in expulsion being worse than death. Her voice was thrumming with sympathetic horror.
“But they already found out about me,” Harry said, alarmed.
“It’s alright, mate,” said Ron. “You’re Harry Potter. Oy, Granger,” he added. “What’s this Hat? Fred and George were trying to sell me some story about having to fight a mountain troll to get your House…”
Harry sat back and watched the countryside rush by. Yes, he was Harry Potter– his aunt’s useless sister’s useless child, the boy in the lumpy hand-me-down sweaters who named the spiders who lived in his cupboard. And here, in new world, he was apparently useless too.
When they got to Hogwarts, Harry clenched his fists and stood in line with the other first years. He barely twitched at the ghosts or Peeves, just stared ahead and thought about how far he would get before they turned him around and sent him back to Vernon and Petunia.
They opened the Great Hall doors. They called the first years one by one. Harry clenched his teeth and walked up to the Hat when they called his name.
As he turned to sit down on the stool, he really caught sight of the Hall for the first time– the hovering candles, the big wooden tables, the black robes that swallowed the light. Translucent ghosts gossiped with the students beside them. The paintings on the far walls– were they moving?
Harry’s jaw had unclenched, falling open. His fists curled open, curving around the stool’s seat as he leaned forward to stare. If this was it, if this was as far as he’d get in this world, then he wanted to drink it all in. The candles were floating, in mid-air.
The Hat dropped down over his eyes and blocked out the light.
Well, said the dry voice that had been hollering House placements all night. What do we have here?
Ron had been begging for not-Slytherin. Draco from the robes shop had been scornful of Hufflepuff, desperate in his disdain. Neville had begged for Hufflepuff, sure he was not brave enough for Gryffindor.
This post from a year ago has been going around about me, so I figured I would re-introduce myself!!
My name is Josh, and I am tumblr user @seem! I am 19, and I currently live in California! This is my face after climbing Castle Crags. I might of had the flu…and had no idea we were going on a hike…and then it was 3 miles straight up that mountain So this is my face of victory on top! (yall…there are approximately 0 mountains in Ohio)
Some things you should know about me: I grew up in Ohio with 5 siblings. I was the 5th of 6. We were all homeschooled because my family was running an organization in Kenya and we were going back and forth. My sister started an orphanage there that houses 40 kids and runs a school for the deaf that houses 100! I lived there with her for 4 months when I was 16 and it was one of the most incredible experiences of my life! I am also a speed reader. When I’m motivated I can read 7-8 full length books a week. I’m obsessed with chipotle. I don’t own any pants. One time I got stung by a jellyfish and was rushed to the hospital. When I was 10 I thought I was pregnant. I’ve seen 30 lions have sex and almost got killed by elephants. I have this emotional connection with tassels. I have a dog named Zeke and he is my entire world. My goal in life is to spend at least a week in every country on earth.
So this is Josh! And my blog is mostly about nature/travel!! I’m looking for a bunch more people to follow because I need more nature/humor on my dashboard!! I’ll check out every blog that follows me/reblogs this post!! You’ll probably get a message from me about how much I love you too because y’all are amazing. And if you want more of my tragic backstory feel free to message me! 💕💕💕
Preparing the meat that we raised together as a family.
July 11th 2016
This is our fourth year of running our backyard rabbitry. Our rabbits are cared for and loved. We have a great admiration and respect for the animal. Before we butcher our rabbits my children have learned to say, “Thank you for being here for us and for making us stronger, we will not waste your meat, you are now a part of us.” The children do not have any problems with the harvesting of the rabbits they help raise. They are excited and feel like they are contributing to the family. We believe this makes them more confident growing into the people they will become and more respectful to the environment they are growing within. There is something that has changed within us since we began raising our own meat. There is an understanding that is gained by being responsible for the lives that we end so we can continue. We are tighter as a family because we shoulder the reality of understanding how much dies to keep us alive. Past experience in sharing these particular endeavors that we engage in as a family lead me to believe that many of you reading this may find it unsettling, to say the least. We only ask that you try to understand that we are choosing not to participate in factory farmed meats. The meat that we harvest and eat in our house has been loved or, if hunted, has lived a real life.
We hope our latest family blog post finds you doing well and in the present moment with an open mind.
1. I never had to conform or lose my identity in school. Not that every child in school does but I didn’t have the same peer pressure “school kids” did.
2. I grew to become very close with my brothers and cousins, and still have a very close bond even though my cousins all went to school.
3. I had the opportunity to really learn my passions and spend time with them. I knew human anatomy and human evolution crazy well when I was 12.
4. I learned to be responsible for my own bedtime, to eat when I was hungry. Self regulate and be independent.
5. I feel confident in my decisions to go to college, not because the main stream wants me too but because the career is what I really feel like I’ll love.
6. My passions and talents are so varied and awesome. Music, history, evolution, literature, anatomy, animals, self sustaining, crafting, upcycling, sustainable housing, social justice, dance, sculpting etc etc.
I wish I could get more people to care about the fact that there are many thousands of homeschooling families in the US who neglect their daughters’ education because they don’t believe women need to be educated past what it takes to run a household.
So Gaster, how come you decided to homeschool Sans instead of sending him to school like other kids his age? Just curious
-“Aheh… well, I was homeschooled in a big family. It’s just what I wanted to do from the start. I get to spend more time with my son, which is a big plus.
-“And well, Sans doesn’t have the best health. When he was younger, he was sick a lot more than he gets now. He’d miss a lot of school days or could of possibly gotten hurt. Which, obviously wasn’t ideal”
For the past several months we have prepared for tomorrow. We sold our home, we temporarily moved in with my parents, we dove head first into the off the grid world, we prepped the land, and worked together to figure out solutions to any foreseen issues that are likely to arise from a life of living in the wild.
We were excited together, scared together, doubtful, and hopeful - depending on the day of the week or the task at hand, but we are here.
Tomorrow we are making the big move to our homestead where we will be living completely off the grid in a 26 foot trailer for the next year or so, while our forever home is being built.
What does that mean? No hook up to city power - only our generators, battery banks, and solar panels. No hook up to city water - just yours truly hauling hundreds of gallons of water from town to our land several times a month. No hook up to city gas - just refillable propane tanks. No hook up to city sewer - just our trailer’s black water tanks.
Mindfulness will be key, as everyday tasks such as brushing our teeth will become a creative lesson in water conservation.
In spite of the challenges, I’m ready to be humbled by the rawness of it all. I’m ready to lay the foundation of a life changing dream.
Any advice for parents wanting to home school? I'm scared people are going to advise me of being a brain washing cultist.
I’ve been SOOO excited to answer this ask because I have so many good things to say about homeschooling! Actually, if I’m honest, I have absolutely nothing bad I can possibly think of. I was homeschooled all the way through 12th grade and there is nothing I would change. I will ALWAYS be grateful to my parents for devoting themselves to me in that way, and especially my mom for sticking with it - from the rocky years of highschool, to back when I was an elementary brat. Looking back, we agree it was worth any struggles tenfold.
The first thing you need to know is this: you will be ridiculed. At some point, somewhere, someone is going to criticize you. Whether it be your teaching, your abilities, your discipline, or your morals, the world is going to try and push you down. Therefore, you need to be confident, you need to know your motivation as to why you are doing this, and know that, as the parent, only you know what is best for your child.
A good way to kindly explain that to someone is to know the benefits of homeschooling. And the list is long!
— Homeschooling gives you the freedom to specifically tailor the curriculum to your child’s needs. Whether going slower or faster, you can go at a pace that is comfortable to you and your child. For example, division was a nightmare for me as a child, but I was reading at a 12th grade level by early grade school. Therefore my algebra was slow moving and required a lot of repetition, but I blew through English.
— Homeschool students as a whole score significantly higher on standardized testing, with the low range being 15-30% improvement, and typically score above the average collage admission test. All of this is regardless of the education level of the parents and any degree of formal they may have. You don’t need to be a certified teacher or have lofty degrees to teach your children effectively.
— Building off both the other points, I would argue that homeschooling leaves you over prepared for college. I briefly mentioned math is not my strongest suit. I thought, in going to college, that I would be behind, but I actually placed significantly higher than I thought I would. Socially, homeschoolers are generally more prepared as well, for as where public schoolers function primarily with their same age group, homeschoolers tend to be more accustomed to a variety of ages - from toddlers to senior citizens - and that can allow one to adapt well into different class, work, and social settings.
— For those with illnesses, physical or mental limitations, homeschooling’ flexibility is a definite asset, as it allows you to modify your schedule as needed, even on a day-by-day basis, and you don’t have the stress and pressure of missing school days - you can do the work when it is convenient for you.
— Homeschooling encourages enjoyable learning and self-motivation. I going to the aquarium and watching the school kids have to breeze through it in two or three hours. But for us homeschoolers, we could spend all day there, and we did! Why? Because I found it fascinating! I would read every brochure on the tropical fish, ask questions of the staff as I pet sharks and sting rays. Homeschooling doesn’t limit learning, it encourages exploration and deep thinking. You don’t have to rush through.
— Homeschooling encourages family bonding. Most the time, we all did school in the same room, either at the kitchen counter or consuming the kitchen table in books and papers. We would take a break from math and mom would read to us everything from history to science to fiction. Reading was a huge part of my homeschool life, and even now that I’ve long since graduated, my family still likes to read aloud together.
— It saves time. Where my public school friends were in school for eight hours a day and then spent several hours on homework, I got my school done in an average of four hours max. I would be done by noon, and the out climbing trees with my brother for the rest of the day. Learn about the world and then go live in it! I would have missed out on so much if I hadn’t been homeschooled.
— This next point is very important when you’re talking about “brain washing”. Public schools are growing increasingly more aggressive toward adverse opinions, any mention of God, and in many cases are implementing revisionist history. Not even biology is taught correctly anymore with this distorted view of sexuality. Homeschooling allows multiple view points to be explored and allows for deep research into why such a point is incorrect, what actually happened historically, ect. Public schools expect things to be taken at face value too much of the time. Homeschooling promotes critical thinking and exploration. You don’t just slam the door on counter views, you talk about them and discuss it. Additionally, homeschooling is not just for the religious. There are many people, including atheists, that homeschool simply because they recognize the benefits to their lifestyle and, most importantly, their child.
— Homeschooling protects your child. We have all heard people talk about how “sheltered” homeschoolers are. The only thing I was ever sheltered from was bullying, profanity, sexual jokes and harassment, violence, and peer pressure. I had many social circles and events (the joke among homeschoolers is often that they’re never home), but it was always in a positive environment. I would have been so much more insecure if I had had to face the things all my public school friends did, but instead I grew up knowing I could be confident in who I was. On the same note, it is important to make sure your child has a healthy amount of social interaction. Awana, youth group, various clubs, sports, are just a few ways you can make sure your child is active.
— Homeschooling saves money. Both within your home, and in regard to tax dollars spent toward public schools. There are great monetary and economical benefits to homeschooling.
— Public schools are a fairly modern development. For thousands of years the bulk of one’s early learning was done at home or in a relatively small school where you still received that one-on-one instruction - very similar to homeschooling. The norm was not 30-40 kids with one teacher. It wasn’t the massed produced learning you see today.
Now a few more things before we go…
There is a HUGE array of curriculum out there, you can pick and choose from a virtually endless myriad of resources. Find what works for your child. Know that often what works for child #1 does not work for child #2. I went through three math books until I found what really worked for me. Don’t be afraid to try different things. (And also look for homeschool book sales to buy at! You can save lots by buying used)
FIND A SUPPORT GROUP. This is HUGE for you as a parent because when challenges arise, and I PROMISE you they will, you are going to want someplace to look for solid advice. A network of good friends, co-ops, homeschool church groups, homeschool academies - whatever it is, find a group of homeschoolers near you where you can ask questions, present your challenges, and get positive feedback. More so than that though, you need encouragement. The best people to give that to you are people who have been in the same spot.
Know your legal rights as a homeschooler. I would highly advice checking out the Homeschool Legal Defense Association (HSLDA). They have fantastic resources on a general basis, but it is really important to know your rights as a homeschooling parent. At the very minimum, check out the state requirements and know what you’re obligated to do. When I was homeschooled, I didn’t need to take hardly any standardized tests, but there were a lot of people saying I needed to. So even small things like that are really important to know (it saved me a lot of anxiety).
Homeschooling isn’t always easy, but I promise you that the rewards far outweigh the cost. It is worth every moment. There are few ways better than this to show your child just how very much you love them.
Last thing! I came across this nifty page with all sorts of facts and statistics on homeschooling that is an easy and enlightening read [x] and a quick shout out to my many friends that brainstormed with me on this (readers, I hope you know you’re getting the best advice out there thanks to them! ^^ )
Hey all! So it’s been another year, but I got back around to this fic.
It’s a mortal au where Nico has to deal with his feelings for Percy after Bianca’s death, when he returns to a public high school after being homeschooled. Then he meets Will and joins his band as a guitarist. Cue more feelings. Sorry to be so late on the update! AO3
“You look like death,” Will
remarked on Friday afternoon as he jumped up Nico’s front stoop and breezed through
the door. Autumn was beginning to settle in the trees, and a few dead leaves trailed
after him as he hurried inside.
“Thanks,” Nico mumbled, following
Will towards the basement. He could hear Connor and Travis tittering around on
their respective instruments from upstairs.
“What’s up, man?” Will asked, a
hint of concern in his voice. He was standing in front of the stairwell,
purposefully blocking the way.
Talked on the phone with a mom friend who is offering to be a fucking hero and drive one of my kids several states away, along with hers, for the summer camp they’re both attending. Our family will probably do the picking up for both, which is a-ok and way easier than everyone doing the roundtrip twice.
Lamented that I am STILL NOT ON MY PERIOD (no, there’s no chance I’m pregnant) because I have a personal roadtrip coming up that I purposely planned around my period based on my tracking app - and apparently my plans have gone awry :/ Roadtrips last summer with my period were not fun. Ok they were super fun but the period part was still a drag. I am a “horrific pain with added hemorrhaging” sort of menstruator, man.
Battled excessively with 11 year old homeschooler about every single thing, from waking up to schoolwork to chores and so on. At some point he noticed my stress and, as he does, started spontaneously bringing me cups of water and offering me hugs. He also thought it was funny, though, to make a “to do list for mom” sign for the fridge that said, “THE DISHES” and “BE STRESSED.” The kid is a mixed bag at the moment.
Felt proud and in wonder of 10 year old homeschooler, who has somehow taught herself how to count by 2s, 5s, and 10s, along with the 3 and 4 times tables (these are things we worked on a lot a long time ago, that she never seemed to grasp, but as per usual they’re then mastered as we take a break from them), and is reading Beezus and Romoma books for pleasure when she’s not writing her own book about a baby dragon hatchling, or doing yoga with the “How I feel after poses today” chart she made herself. She paints and then cleans up all her supplies, feeds the cats and waters the plants just to be nice, and is generally amazingly self motivated and chipper.
I read 8 assigned articles, and wrote a 2 page and a 3 page paper based off of them. Printer, stapler, why do all of my teachers want hard copies of everything, it’s 2017. I am so in the habit of doing my homework while the kids do theirs, and I realized today that my 10 year old has no conscious memory of a time when I was not a full time student.
Hard talk with post-concussion 17 year old about problems she’s still having concentrating, months later; problems mostly with her emotional response to how hard trying can be.
Email exchange with professor.
Texting and calls with 13 year old who wanted another sleepover and had details of a field trip.
Splitting up in a shopping center for groceries and takeout.
Phone conversation with sister while driving 40 minutes to school.
I went to a 4 hour long class that makes me want to crawl out of my own skin to escape, and actively participated throughout through a combination of stretching and pacing during the breaks, whispering complaints with the like minded, and a fuckton of doodling.
Stayed after, met with partner from other classes - planned our upcoming paper, brainstormed our upcoming interview.
Watched another episode of Orange is the New Black, and ate dark chocolate, with husband and 17 year old daughter.
Had long prolonged easy and fun talk with husband about polyamory until he started falling asleep on me.
Viewed Amazon camp supply orders and then You Suck At Cooking (YouTube) videos with kid that will soon be away at camp.
FB messenger with mother in law and various friends.
It’s after 3am and I’m not sure I’ve got enough Emergen-Zzzz to knock me out.
After dinner tonight, Lindy said it may be a good idea to journal our thoughts about our first weekend living on the homestead full time. It’s an easy task at face value - I have a thousand thoughts racing through my mind. Who wouldn’t? Yet, at the same time it’s a difficult task because time out here is best spent doing something necessary - it’s hard work living with no city sewer, water, or power. Time not spent working is time spent driving or time spent sleeping. Nonetheless, I write because if it’s worth doing - it’s worth remembering.
The days on the homestead start early. Nature’s subtle nudge out of bed comes in the form of frigid cold. Our temporary living arrangements lack the insulation of a modern home and I am reminded of that as I start the generator at 5:30 in the morning while standing in my boxers to prevent Lindy and the kids from suffering my fate by firing up the furnace. That task at dawn feels like my duty, and if I can provide my family with an added level of comfort beyond our somewhat primitive arrangement – then I have started my day a hero.
Mother Nature has ripped the covers off of me with her biting cold and for good reason: it’s time to work. The physical work around the homestead is far more enjoyable beneath the blanket of the morning fog. The midday sun is no time for shoveling gravel, moving boulders, or other homestead improvements.
Yesterday, I spent my morning trying to figure out how to move my large, heavy BBQ from one end of my property to the other without a truck. Today, I spent half my day trying to find clean water for our trailer on a holiday weekend. After a local business shelled out almost 25 gallons of water to me for free, I loaded it into Lindy’s 2007 Toyota Corolla that she bought back in high school and drove it down sketchy unpaved country roads to get it home. At last, we can bathe.
The evenings on the property come early as well. As soon as the sun drops below our west ridge, darkness sets in and the only ambient light is moonlight. The unfamiliar rustling of surrounding bushes and a lack of visibility urge us indoors.
Bedtime rituals with the kids are simple, but meaningful. A story by flashlight, a few minutes with a sticker book at the kitchen table, an animated recap of the day’s adventures.
Lindy and I haven’t figured out nights yet. We sit on the couch in the dark, tired and accomplished. We whisper our entire conversation because of the close proximity to the girls who are asleep in our family bed.
Tonight we talked about giving the kids a bath tomorrow and taking our first shower in three days and how to best conserve water in the process. We stink - but we don’t mind. Oddly enough, I just smell work and earth - there’s a rawness to that and yes, I am aware that I sound crazy. Tomorrow, we have big plans to locate a safe indoor portable heater and track down a more reliable water source.
I really think this lifestyle has us on track for something great. The mere fact that I am writing tonight, rather than sitting mindlessly in front of the television leads me to believe that I am correct in my assessment.
I noticed that the kids eat really well when I just allow them to graze all day in the garden, but when we’re stuck indoors, they don’t want to eat anything except peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or toast with Earth Balance. So I started nonchalantly leaving bowls of fruit and vegetables around the kids’ play spaces, and now they eat the good stuff all day long! I also leave out a bowl for “food trash” so they can discard stems or “yucky bites” and then I share that with the chickens. So stoked this is working!
Here are the boys enjoying some veg and Winnie the Pooh while I scrambled to meet a deadline. And since I’m sharing food pics anyway, here was my lunch this afternoon. All the vegetables are from our farm and the bread is from a local bakery. This is the first time I’ve intentionally eaten cucumber on a sandwich, and it was so good. I’m not nearly as into eating vegetables as the boys, but I’m learning to love it.
(1/?) My MC's family is pretty abusive, and they're also very isolated from people who aren't family - they homeschool, with private coaches when needed, they don't have close neighbors, etc. They have a family Profession, that all of them are expected to do. My MC is oldest, and is very good at Profession and enjoys it, but since he was first his training was harshest and he used a lot of distancing to cope. He dissociates and has difficulty relating to others. He also has depressive symptoms,
(2/?) mainly that his self-worth is low outside of Profession, and he doesn’t take much interest or pleasure in things. He plays the dutiful son to his parents despite not being the favorite, and wants their recognition even if he’s not conscious of that because of how removed he is from his feelings. I want MC to get a Friend, who will be a catalyst for breaking MC’s isolation so that some of these problems can get recognized and worked on. Friend is also a survivor further along in healing.
(3/?) I don’t want this as a love-fixes-things-with-magic story, I intend to have it be difficult and messy. There will be conflict between MC and Friend, there will be times when MC retreats back into isolation or lashes out, there will be a lot of rethinking of behaviors and beliefs. But I think MC needs someone to confront some of his family’s teachings and introduce different worldviews to kick-start the healing process. Is that okay/realistic?
(4/4) Then my other main problem right now is, how do I get them talking? How do I get MC to not just… ignore Friend and go home, when he really only leaves home for jobs, and he’s so used to not caring about things or having relationships? What can Friend do to get his attention? Would compliments play into the low self-esteem enough to get MC to tolerate Friend, or would they be shrugged off? Would a challenge or rivalry work better? Thanks for doing this, it’s super helpful!
I think it’s absolutely okay and realistic.
As for how to get MC and Friend to start talking…
I would be…. careful with compliments. For a lot of people, anything that directly contradicts what they believe about themselves- even if it is positive- will result in guarded feelings/being uncomfortable.
Though, you could have Friend compliment the trade. MC knows they’re good at that it seems. Friend could be Interested in the trade (either legitimately, because they like how MC talks about it, or because they want to get MC talking and other topics have failed.)
You could go the ‘slowly over time’ route. Where MC does brush them off at first and go home. But the person persists and they come in contact decently often. (Maybe at the market or at a place your MC gets supplies or where they do their research?)
Maybe they commission MC
As for the challenge/rivalry angle- what about a competition? That would put them in contact fairly often.
Just remember to go slow in terms of how your MC reacts to this person. They may find themselves suprised they like talking to them. May get twitchy about small acts of kindness, and try to return the favor because they don’t like things being uneven. Or they may avoid the person for a bit after that because they’re trying to process their own feelings.
It may take them a while to realize that oh.. yes… the other person -is- a friend. They may struggle with the concept of how friendship works.
What are your top 3 episodes from each season? :) (I am listening to "Carry On My Wayward Son" atm). And do you ever have episodes that you like or dislike and it tends to be the opposite of the fandoms opinion (like, I disliked "American Nightmare" quite a bit since I was homeschooled and the 'evil homeschool family' cliche was SOO annoying and I really liked "Alpha and Omega" while many didn't).