A/N: This is my first fanfic-ish thing ever and it's kinda crappy but meh, I just wanted to get this out of my head. For the sake of the drabble, let's say that the order tried to send Blackwood away.
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Coward, during his teenager years, had been very proud of the fact that he quite close to being the perfect son. He never did anything wrong, not intentionally anyway, and he always tried to be as well behaved as possible. This, of course, included sitting at the train station for ridiculous periods of time while his mother talked with friends who about to leave
Normally he didn't mind having to wait that much but he had been having this awkward feeling since he sat down and it was getting annoying. After a while he decided it was coming from a stare and began to look around discreetly.
It took him another few minutes to finally spot the owner of the stare—another boy, slightly older than himself, sitting in one of the benches across the room. Coward smiled politely in an effort to make the stranger look away. To his surprise, he smiled back (and it was the most beautiful, wicked thing he had ever seen, like the smile of a cat who was about to eat a canary. It got more and more intense and good lord, he couldn't find the will to look away) and that smile sent a shiver down his spine. Just as the sensation was beginning to get suffocating, his mother pulled him away, mumbling something about how inappropriate it was to stare at people.
When he looked back the boy was gone.
Many years later, when he shook Blackwood's hand for the first time and found it hard to breath, he almost wished his mother was there to pull him away. Almost.