So I haven't updated since soccer and school started because I have 0 time. But I'm gunna squeeze this in here and hopefully update once a week? And thank you for all the reviews/favs etc. Much obligied :)

vi. this is what's called non-association

He can't stand pointing. Not at him, not as his father, not his brother.

And he supposes not at his mother either.

(But hey, she's the one asking for it)

He can't stand the comments.

(They start on the platform, they endure all year)

He can't stand being that "Scamander kid"

Because there's always pointing and comments because his Mum is a loony and his brother is going the same way and his father pretends not to notice.

And he would give anything not to be associated.

X

"Did you see Scamander? Wearing a flippin' necklace!" A guffaw from the Hufflepuff compartment.

"I heard it's made of butterbeer corks, and it was his mum's!" More laughter and Lysander scowled as he stormed by their compartment, into his own and plopped down on the seat.

Molly was already there and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He didn't notice though, not really. He was too busy watching his brother.

"And-" Dom paused, running her hand through her short hair trying to remember her statement.

(and looking very pretty doing so)

"Wha'smatter? Nargles?" Lorcan suggested. Dom gave a grin.

"Maybe."

(and then he couldn't take it anymore)

"What are you so fucking weird!" he roared at his twin, standing up and knocking Molly onto the floor. Dom giggled in the corner, but he didn't notice.

"What the hell Ly?" Lorcan demanded, standing up along with his brother. They faced each other, both looking so similar but both being so different.

"You're a loon Lor, do I have to spell it out? You're a loon and I'm associated with you! I don't want to spend my seventh year at Hogwarts listening to how odd my family is. You are wearing a fucking necklace for crying outloud! And you're asking me what my problem is!" He shouted, practically seething.

"Have you ever considered you're the odd one Ly? Hmm?" Lorcan was far too calm and it was only infuriating him more.

"No, no I'm not odd, I'm not the one talking about fucking nargles and shit all the time!" and he couldn't think of anything else to say, couldn't put his annoyance into words.

And so he simply left the compartment.

X

Being alone is a wonderful thing.

So is an empty compartment.

Then, as if fate deemed it necessary to mock him, the door slid open.

"You are a bloody arse, y'know that?" Anger was laced with the words and the voice so familiar that he didn't even look up.

"Go away Dom."

Wrong thing to say.

"I can't believe, I really can't fucking believe you. Trust me, I know how it is to be associated with someone you don't like. Don't dare play 'misunderstood' with me Lysander John Scamander!"

He looked up at her for the first time, her eyes were blazing at him.

She was really, really pretty.

"What? What the hell have you been smoking?"

He really didn't think he said that aloud.

"Dom I-"

"No. No. You are such a prick. You selfish, ignorant piece of shit. Do you ever think of someone else?" Her fists were balled up at her side, her knuckles turning very white. Without a further word she turned on heel and stomped out.

That happened a lot.

With his mum, his brother, Dom.

And as he sat there, Indian-style adn staring at the ceiling he thought, for the first time, that maybe Lorcan was right. Maybe he was the odd one out.

Either way he got his wish, he wasn't associated.