The children cried while the parents had faces full of sorrow. In the midst of that William walked around and pieced together who had died. It was the only one he had known a bit. William had felt that Hengist time was about to come.
He had just hoped he could talk a bit more to the man who had spent so much time with his family. The last connection he had to his family died the day after he had found it. With a grim smile on his face he laughed at his own fate.
He followed the stream of people going to the house he had just left hours ago. The villagers put down flowers and said their farewell their founding father. William slightly bowed instead and whispered his thanks to the old and run down house.
After the procession of villagers went on to the next pub. William had stayed behind his gaze still pinned to the house and lost in thoughts. A man approached him and asked if he knew Hengist well. William thought about that and then answered truthfully that he didn't know Hengist as well as Hengist knew him.
Not knowing what to do with the cryptic response the man left William and said that he should come to the pub. They would share the stories they had about Hengist and would drown their sorrow in alcohol the whole night.
Left their standing, William kept on watching the house. He thought about the man that had lived there. A silent tear dropped to the ground, and he turned around and went to the pub he was told about. When he entered the pub the party had already started.
Everywhere where smiling faces they laughed and sang songs but the happiness never reached their eyes. They went on and told funny embarrassing stories they had to share. William felt left out he didn't belong here.
Those were people who had lived together for a long time, and they had lost someone who was like a grandfather to them. With those thoughts in his he turned around and was about to leave the pub when someone gripped his arm and said that on days like this one, one shouldn't be alone and that he shouldn't leave.
As the man said that the crowd had gone silent. The party was a farce all what they needed was distraction. Distraction from the loss they suffered. Distraction from the night that was about to come. So they started asking questions to distract their minds from grieve in their hearts.
He answered some of their question and dodged others. On questions like who he was he introduced himself as William. What was his most memorable moment together with Hengist, William answered that he got saved from a pit he didn't know he had fallen into.
What did he do for a living he had told them that he had been a teacher on magic schools. They grew exited at that. It would be amazing if someone who had teaching experience could teach their children in the likes of magic. William wasn't pleased with the enthusiasm they had.
While he had been a teacher at various magic schools he didn't like teaching. The kids were either too lazy or stupid, and he hated the feeling of wasting time. He was old enough that his patience wouldn't run out but it for sure was strained by this damned activity.
How could William say that now. He wanted to stay in this village to learn about the legacy his family had left behind. What the villagers saw was a young looking man with red eyes who didn't cared about his outer appearance at all. A man that had lost a dear friend, a man who looked like he needed some stability.
The community was big enough and had use for someone who could teach their children, so they offered him to teach them. He sure looked like an emotional wreck. If that man had already been pulled out of the pit they for sure didn't want to know what the pit looked like.
The villagers offered him food and money if he were to teach the children of the Village two hours per day. That was quite a bargain. While it was his worst paying teaching job, he also didn't need to do it the whole day. Like that William had found a new job, and he taught the children two hours daily like he had been told.
This went on for years Villagers were born and some Villagers died, the only constant was the teacher of the village. Always with a stern look on his face and never aging the teacher left his house and strolled through the village.
There had been a commotion in the Village when he moved into his house. The teacher had moved to the house in the middle of the Village. This house was said to be impossible to break in and yet this man stepped through the wards the previous owner had put in place.
That was the moment that the villagers started to suspect their teacher, had to be a descendant of the Wander family otherwise these wards didn't let you go near the house. As the time went on they forgot about the original stories of the house in the middle of their village.
Now it was just the house of the ever-young teacher William. He wanted that too William thought after he looked out of his window. He sat on a chair in his study, before him on a desk was an envelope he couldn't even move, yet open it.
He had tried to brute his way through the wards of the envelope but it started to fume, so he stopped. What should he do ? He looked out of the window and saw children playing with their friends. They played some game with a ball.
William continued to look at the game they played until he understood how it worked. It was a stupid children game, but they seemed to have fun with it. He led his gaze wander through the street before his Window and saw another interesting thing to him.
There were a couple of adults talking about something really passionate. Interested William cast a charm and listened in. They talked about some newly elected king. William bored at that topic cancelled the charm and stared down at his notes. Was that any different from he had lived before. He had taught at schools before and never did he felt a connection to any of these people.
Nothing had changed here it was the same as it had been in Africa or Japan. The difference was that here was the point where his family was buried, nothing else. He was again alone, the only man who he had felt connected to died only hours after he did so.
Why should he share anything at all ? Why ? No one would live as long as he did. No one would know even a fracture of the things he had learned. He was alone in this world. His dearest people had left yet again. Now he was alone again with only his pets left. Even they connected with the village more than he did. Lost in thoughts he readied himself again for another lecture.
He hated these lectures with his very heart. The oafs that would sit before him in a couple of minutes could drown in puddles if they were not told to stand up. The literacy rate was horrible, and he wouldn't waste any time teaching preschool kid's. Besides his hate towards teaching he had planned out every lesson.
If one of those oafs decided to listen they could profit greatly from what he taught. There had been a couple of days he nearly strangled one of those children. He had taught some mathematics when one of the children asked why they should learn muggle techniques.
William had lost it at that point turned around took a couple of deep breaths and went on to explain how important mathematics could be when the parent of the little shit seconded that. Trying to reign his anger William stood there like petrified.
What did these idiots knew of the world? They most likely hadn't even left the all rainy damned island they had been on. This idiot wanted to teach him about life. His mood got worse and worse ad he thought about that villager.
While his anger had risen also the magic around him had. William didn't notice until he was bitten in the leg by Typhon. William got back to his senses and saw half of the audience floating around. He calmed himself floated them back to the ground and went back to his house.
The next day he had implemented his rules. If such stupid reasoning would happen again he just kicked the one responsible out of the audience. That however made it even harder for him to connect to any of the villagers but many things topics did that anyway.
Most of them didn't do any planning, they didn't need to after all, they were wizards. Like that they stagnated not one of them had an adventurous spirit. Not one of them would ask themselves how things would work.
If the muggle small folk didn't do such things he understood that. They did not have the time to ask themselves those questions but this village did not have any muggles they lived an easy life and yet all they did was breed. Not one of them had created anything not a piece of music, not a piece of text nothing.
How could they be so ignorant they didn't even study anything they were just plain stupid. And yet they seemed to have something that he had not. While they were stupid and all they had something William had longed for. Something one couldn't buy with all the gold one had.
They had friends people who they could share their thoughts with, someone they could be happy with. William envied those people he watched them daily and tried to take part in their friendships from afar.
The closest thing to a human friend he had was a pen pal he discussed business topics with.
He couldn't be friends with such stupid oafs but maybe he could create some minds that would think like him. Minds that would try to jump out of the ponds they were raised in. He tried to interest them in useful topics and yet most of them lost the main part of his every lecture.
Think for yourself start to question thing's and yet no one did. At some point he suspected the inbreeding to be the cause of the mental decline of the village. They were a closed community completely shut from any muggle interference.
That was when he started to do question lessons he would do them when the only wandering trader that would visit them entered the village. The merchant could tell others about it and maybe with it came new blood. That did work, well kind of. Other Wizards did visit the village, the interaction however was still only with him.
They came with all kinds of topics and yet no one would ask something new. The only thing remotely close to an academic question came from a squip hermit that studied herbology. William answered on how the hermit would succeed without robbing Mendel of his achievements that were to come.
Like that time had passed, nothing changed much like it always did in the wizarding-world. When he heard of a new liege being appointed, William was disappointed he had liked the muggle lord that was their liege. While he didn't know him, William had watched him from afar.
The muggles lord tried to implement many new things and the pace that the muggles adapted by was amazing. He loved to watch them. They struggled to achieve greater heights. When they got their new liege he feared this one would be stagnant too. But he wasn't, he was a Wizard with a strive to change things. Or William thought so, he had interpreted the greediness for will to change but at least it was something different.
So he complied he calmed the villagers and looked at the new rule with interest. The kid of the liege got sent to the village to build a connection. He taught him but the kid forgot everything as soon as it went to the castle.
All was back to the same old trot, William knew that he had changed some villagers, but it was just for a bit and really slow. When he heard that the kid he had taught back then got a son named Salazar he grew exited.
This kid would become one of the strongest of his generation. He put extra effort into the lessons with little Salazar exited at what he might become. This boy was a delight to teach he could now see why someone would do this for fun.
He often talked with Salazar even after classes he talked to him about wards dark magic anything that interested the small child. William got invited to the castle, and he returned the favor.
He told him about the wards he had changed around his house. The new ones he had put in place could now fend of any intruders and also let people who were in need of help through. He spent so much time with him that it did hurt, when Salazar had left for his great adventure.
He wanted to follow him as the boy had suggested, but he couldn't. This was his adventure. Going on an adventure means to struggle, to learn, to run and to fight he didn't want to rob this little boy of these experiences.
So he stayed and made a sacrifice. They would meet again he was sure of that. When Salazar decided to start a school he could watch him succeed and maybe help if he needed it. While he did not like teaching he helped those he considered relatively close to him. Like he had done before with Samar.