Following George here was an idea that hadn't sprung on Matthew right away. He had arrived at the circus late, like had been expected, and even upon seeing Hugo and his gang near the big tent he had been hestitant to move forward. He was here to meet them, but for somereason something was holding him back. He didn't know what it was then, and still didn't now, but he used that feeling to cut up something to do. He followed Geroge to this section of the circus with the hopes of finding some inkling to retreat back to familiarity. With George sitting in front of him Matthew's mind was gone. He spurred memories of all the things that had happened between them before, and everything that had happened around that in the past. Their second meeting always fresh in Matthew's mind. Curses cast in the darkness of night, not something that Matthew wasn't used to. Yet,something he hadn't found himself acomplise with for a long while before that fateful day. He had been mainly keeping to himself, or at least just as much as he could, being him. Alright, that wasn't particularily true. He wasn't keeping to himself, but at least he wasn't as 'out there' as he had been back in first year. That was the truth, wasn't it? You gotta admit, verbably attacking a ministry employee because of something a father who has whipped him since he was four had said
once wasn't the wisest move a twelve year old boy could make, but he had done it then hadn't he? Now he wouldn't even dare speak to someone from the ministry, mostly out of fear of being found out for planning his father's murder, but it was the thought that counted, right?
Reminising of the past had left Matthew with a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. He thought about the relationshp between George and himself. It was a dark and dirty monster that delved in the depth of people's most passionate emmotions. It was made of their underlying hate, covered in long hairs of interest and bathed in a hidden respect. A hideous creature
is Matthew was to admit it to himself, but a creator always loves his creation..or so the stories say. At least, the stories he read, which in themseves were very few. When he spoke his words, George paused. There was a moment or two of silence before the younger boy spoke in reply. "Some people have unique interests. Surely, you'd understand that." Matthew smirked at the boy, "Is that your attempt at an insult George?" He retorted. "If it is, it isn't very good, now is it."