Bran, Rickon and Arya were the only Stark children left in school, as Sansa was in her second year of university and Robb had just recently graduated university and was in the process of looking for a job. Arya was due to graduate from school extremely soon. Bran had two and a half years left and Rickon was only thirteen, so had a long way to go.

They only lived about ten minutes walking distance away from the school so they usually walked there altogether. Today they were running a little late as Shaggydog had decided to run off with one of Arya's shoes, so there had been a mad search by all of the family members to find the missing shoe.

Rickon walked ahead of the others, but he was walking slowly so he never got too far ahead of the others. Arya walked behind Bran, sometimes pushing his wheelchair along to help them move faster, usually Bran insisted on moving himself along by himself but today he found himself rather distracted by his most recent dream that he didn't object once.

"I hate school," Arya commented with a sigh as their school building came into view. "Can't wait till I finish here."

"But then you'll have to go to university." Rickon said, turning around so he was now walking backwards.

"It's going to be miles better than this," Arya then swore as she realized she had forgotten to brush her hair this morning with all of the shoe drama. She was surprised her mum hadn't told her about it, as she usually reminded Arya to take care of her appearance.

Bran could hear the others talking but he was paying little attention to it. What had his dream meant? Bran had been mulling over it ever since he woke up in the early hours of morning. He had many theories about it, like he did with most of his dreams, and his best guess for this dream that he would at some point in the future meet this boy. Bran knew it didn't take a genius to work that part out, the boy had practically handed that answer out on a plate to him.

I'm your future….

The question was when and what would be the purpose of meeting him? He wasn't sure whether he was excited or nervous to meet him, but he knew it would probably be better sooner rather than later.

They entered the school grounds and Arya seemed eager to get into the school as she was taking full control now of pushing Bran along. Arya was never excited to get into school, so Bran assumed she had checked the time and realized they were already late for classes. Bran would get away with being late, a benefit that Bran was more annoyed than happy by, whereas Arya would get punished for sure.

"I've got class in D Building, so bye idiots." Rickon said with a smirk as he ran off in the opposite direction.

"Charming," Arya simply muttered.

Arya pushed Bran into C building where they both had classes, stopping to read a notice about extra-curricular activities for that term. Bran could have rolled off by himself, but he decided to just wait for Arya to finish reading as she usually insisted on dropping him off by his class.

And then he saw him – the boy from his dream. He was just like he had seen him, the same curious green eyes and the manner he held himself in was exactly like it was in the dream. The boy was paying him no attention though, as he paused by one of the notice boards across the other side of the hall. Bran had to pull his eyes away from him as he elbowed his sister.

"Who's that?" He asked quietly enough so just she would hear him and there was not any risk of somebody else overhearing. Arya glanced in the direction he gestured to with a tilt of his head and she only took a second to reply.

"No clue," She said simply, beginning to push his chair again in the opposite direction to the boy.

"I've never seen him before," Bran said, sounding just as confused as he felt.

"And there are probably a thousand people you haven't seen before at this school… So what's the big deal?"

Bran obviously hadn't considered the fact that Arya would want to know why he was taking such an interest in this boy, but there was no way he could say he had seen him in a dream. That would be beyond strange for Arya to hear as he had never once told her that he sometimes dreams things that eventually happen in real life.

"I was only asking," Bran quietly replied, acting as if it was unreasonable of Arya to ask such a question. Arya stopped pushing his chair near the door of his first classroom.

"I know you don't like me pushing you into the classroom," She said, clearly moving on from the subject matter of the boy.

"Because I can manage by myself," Bran supplied with a roll of his eyes.

"See you at lunch maybe," Arya said with a smile, before walking off.

His classes had been boring with the classes on his first day ultimately just going through the curriculum for the rest of the year. He went for lunch with some of his classmates; he wouldn't describe himself to be exactly close with them but it was good company, better than sitting by himself by any means.

He tried looking around for the boy, but Bran wasn't able to find him in the cafeteria.

There was an awkward moment when they had finished eating as they all wanted to go outside to play football. A few glanced at Bran and they eventually fell silent. Bran, with a sigh, took it upon himself to put them out of their misery.

"I've got some homework to finish anyway, so it's alright." He said, and even though it seemed illogical that Bran would have homework to finish on the first day of term, his friends bought this excuse pretty quickly.

One minute he was sitting alone and the next he was joined by his sister. She thumped down on the seat opposite his place and began eating a banana.

"His name's Jojen Reed and he just moved here." Bran was at first so confused by this opening statement that his immediate reaction was to laugh.

"What are we talking about?"

"That guy you were asking about earlier," She said, giving him a shove. "He's in my Physics class."

After the quick realization that this was the boy in his dream, Bran began to pay his full attention. His name was Jojen Reed.

"He's new? But he's in your year, there's only one term left! That's weird,"

"Extremely,"

"Did you ask why?"

"Jesus, Bran… He's in one of my classes; I haven't really had time to get his life story. Still don't see why you care so much."

"He just… looks familiar that's all."

Arya stared at her brother mid-chew of her banana. She didn't understand how this boy could make Bran so pensive, but there were a lot of things she didn't understand about her brother, so with a shrug she stood back up.

"Are you okay to get home by yourself tonight?" Bran sighed at this question, so Arya quickly continued. "You're okay, you're okay – I know. Just let everyone know I'm going to a fencing class."

"Don't you have to now ask for permission to join any combative classes after the last time?" Arya sweetly smiled and shook her head feigning innocence.

Bran went off on his own in an attempt to think about this mysterious Jojen and maybe to look out for him again, but this was only a smaller part of him that wanted to actually find him. His dreams were weird enough without having a strange, yet real, man talk to him in it. Jojen was probably completely unaware of the fact that he was even in Bran's dream. And the message given in the dream was maybe a sign that they would become friends, or maybe he and Arya would get together.

The thought of this made Bran smile to himself; Arya with someone? He guessed stranger things had happened.

Either way he wasn't planning on freaking Jojen out by approaching him and starting a conversation, because of course what reason would he have to talk to someone two years above him at school? He just had to wait for things to pan out themselves.

And he didn't have to wait long at all as fate wasn't exactly letting things happen naturally.

After school finished, Bran started to make his way back home. He liked to wait about ten minutes, so that the rush of the students dying to leave had began to quieted as it was difficult to navigate his way along already without trying to roll past gangs of students and he didn't particularly enjoy the attention it got him either.

Bran was making his way slowly up the graveled path to one of the gated exits when he once again saw the green eyed boy walking just as slowly across the field to seemingly meet him, but Bran knew this couldn't be true and so tried to keep his eyes on the path ahead even though he wanted to know for sure if Jojen was looking at Bran or if it was just his imagination.

It wasn't his imagination, as soon enough Jojen was almost reaching the gate just like Bran was.

"Hello, Bran," Jojen said as casually as if they had been friends for years. Bran could hear his breath quickening as he couldn't believe this… was there a chance that he saw him too?

Jojen joined Bran, walking at the same pace at him and seem so unfazed by everything that Bran felt he had to answer.

"How do you know my name? Did you speak to my sister?"

"No… I probably will eventually though." Jojen replied with a smile, looking completely amused with the fact that Bran was so confused by what was happening.

"Oh, come on, Bran, haven't we met already?" Bran stopped his physical wheels from turning then, as he felt the wheels that were currently whirring in his mind were enough for him to deal with.

"No… No, we haven't." Jojen slightly laughed then and held a hand to his chest in a form of apology.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sure that talk about 'I'm your future'," At this point Jojen put on a dramatic, ghostly voice and continued to laugh. "Well, I'm sure it must have been a bit overdramatic. I can't help myself."

Bran continued to stare in complete shock that this was even happening.

"Look you are scaring me a bit. What do you want?" Jojen sighed, clearly expecting this to go a different way.

"To help you."

"I don't know how you can do that, Jojen." Bran said in a much more snappy way than how he intended to sound. He began to roll away, hearing Jojen laugh out once more.

"Oh, so you know my name as well then!" Bran turned his head around ever so slightly to see his eyes gleaming at him and a smile spread widely across his face.

"Yes, a strange one at that." Bran said, not knowing why he felt like he could tease this boy, but knowing he was quite disappointed when he saw Jojen wasn't following him.

"Says you, Bran Flakes." Bran wanted to be annoyed, but he could already feel one side of his mouth tugging upwards and if he felt it then Jojen must have seen it.

Bran slowed down and turned to Jojen.

"Are you coming?" Jojen seemed to hesitate for a second, but ultimately shook his head. Bran knew he must have sounded needy and that was why he didn't want to come, but then Jojen spoke up again.

"Hopefully see you tonight," He smirked. "And then you might understand."

Jojen quickly turned and walked away then.

Bran had never been so eager to have one of his special dreams.