One and The Same

"I- um, I'm not sure what I should say to that. I'm still trying to understand that you're actually here." Adrian said, uncertainty in his voice as he spoke, staring at him. He was standing right in front of him, his hands in his pockets, as he stood tall, tilting his head at Adrian, pondering what was just said.

There were two people in the room they were currently in. If Adrian were be asked to describe the room they were currently he wouldn't know how to other than say it was shaped like an asylum room, everything was white, there were no furniture, just open space, with one man on one end and another on the other end, which would be him. The room was small. He felt trapped there, with no exit for him to leave through.

He was getting creeped out.

The other person sighed as they took their hands out from their pockets ad folded their arms across their chest.

"It's exactly as I said, Adrian. I am you just as you are me."

"I still…" Adrian trailed off, his confusion still evident as he stared at what seemed to be the original Orion, who was claiming that they were the same person, but how was that possible? It made no sense to him in no way.

Adrian remembered dying, then there was nothing- then he was Orion, so he couldn't be Orion, and Orion couldn't be him.

"Adrian… we really are the same. Mind and soul, you died by drowning, didn't you?" Orion spoke again, trying to have Adrain understand the situation.

"Yes?" Adrain responded hesitantly.

"At the family beach house in Italy. We had an argument with our brother, Markus and being so prideful, we refused to apologise, so we took a walk until we reached the lake. The weather was bad that day, which was why no one was outside. Everyone was keeping warm around the fireplace, telling stories and having fun, but we excused ourselves, telling them we were tired, but we never went to our room, Adrian. We went to the lake and decided to take a swim, not realising how bad the current would be since it seemed calm at first." Orion told him.

Adrian said nothing, nothing at all. He looked away from him, collecting his thoughts.

He wasn't sure how to respond to that, seeing as all he had said was true. His hands clenched into a fist as he remembered his death, he had tried suppressing it as nothing more than a dream, but here he was hearing it from someone else. Someone claiming he was him, just as Adrian was him.

He turned back to Orion, straightening his back as he narrowed his eyes at this person that had some preposterous claims.

"You're here", Adrian stated clearly, which had Orion raise a brow, "I'm in control of this body while you've been here… trapped? There are memories in here, memories which consist of your life. There is a possibility my memories also reside here for you to wander through and absorb. We are not the same- I wouldn't have pushed someone off a balcony and deny doing so, I wouldn't have tortured someone in order to keep them silent- I would never condone the sexual assault of another person-" In his fit of rage, listing off the things he had seen Orion do, he was cut off.

"I never condoned ANYTHING- never." Orion hissed. He looked angry. It slightly reminded him of the description his brother in his past life had told him he looked when he got angry, the clenching of his jaw, the furrowed brows- something he had always done when he got angry was clenched his right fist.

"You still did nothing to stop it," Adrain muttered.

"Don't act like you're better than me, Adrian, because you aren't- I will tell you once again, we are one and the same. Just as I did all those things, you did too! the only difference was that you had yet to remember your past life! You had been living without those memories, living a normal- living this new life, being raised as you were, surrounded by bad influences, surrounded by those who were raised the same- raised in a way that gave US a bad perspective of life, of others who aren't like… us." Orion responded to Adrian.

"Stop with the 'us' and 'we' just stop it, you're not even real- you're just… what are you? How are you here if I'm the one controlling this body? Are you some conscious being of the previous Orion? Are you what is left of him? Just what is this? How are we talking like this? I can ask a question, and you can answer. I just don't understand. Perhaps you are him and are staying within your mind- even if you are right, how is it possible? Why don't I remember being Orion? But you can? You can remember being both Adrian and Orion… what is it? Like a split personality disorder?" Adrian ranted on, taking a small breather as he spoke before he spoke again immediately, not giving Orion a chance to answer him.

"-It would make sense, a personality disorder, that is. You have a lot of trauma."

Orion gaped at him, "I. Do. Not, I repeat- I do not have Trauma." Orion snapped, his hand running through his hair.

"You most definitely do… I mean, a lot of shit has happened, right? I mean, you got bloody tortured by your father! Walburga drugged you just so she could fuck you- why are you acting like nothing happened… you made one little mistake which resulted in your father shunning you for a whole month, sending you to Germany. You were fucking five. That's definitely traumatising. I have seen some of the memories all very different from the last- I've read your journal. You definitely have trauma- you were abused!" Adrian ranted yet again.

Orion's eyes closed, sighing as he did. He was silent and didn't speak until a few seconds later. "I don't have trauma, nor was I abused. My father tortures me for a good reason, to teach me valuable lessons, to keep me in my lane- to make sure I understand my mistakes. My father sent me to Germany, so I wouldn't feel so dependent on my mother and him- dependent on family. He wanted me to understand I won't always have them, to learn to adapt to the unexpected, something one should learn at a young age. Then the Walburga situation… I dealt with that. She has problems. It's not her fault. It is just… I don't know. I was young then and prideful. I told no one for a reason, because of that. I still got her back, so there was no point. Perhaps if she had succeded in carrying my child, then my reactions would have been more drastic. I was not abused, Adrian."

As Orion finished speaking, Adrian just stared at him, his brows furrowed, wondering if Orion had even heard himself speak. That yellow door wasn't just about his sister. It showed other memories. Perhaps he had been wrong in assuming- the door was linked to emotion, he was starting to think. Everything was normal to him, which was foreign to Adrain.

"Orion… then why did you want to take your life? I saw what you had written in your journal- the day I found myself in your body was the day you planned to kill yourself. Why? Just… why?!" Adrian asked, desperately wanting to know the reason why the owner of his body wished to be no more. If Orion was telling the truth, they were the same, which meant Adrian tried to take his own life.

He waited for a response and saw Orion shrug his shoulders, his lips thinned to a line, with an unreadable look in his eyes as he stared anywhere that wasn't Adrian's eyes.

"I don't know", Orion whispered. Orion closed his eyes as he huffed in frustration.

"I felt empty? I don't know. I just never saw my point in life. I come to hate it. It was a gradual thing. Even with our memories from the past, I just couldn't. I can't explain it. It just happened. I didn't like it. I preferred our previous life to this. I missed our family. This world having magic wasn't enough for me. Eventually, I just saw life as a foolish game we are forced to participate in. What exactly is it? A competition, perhaps? But of what, exactly? What do we mean when we say we've won the game? Is it to be the wealthiest, to satisfy our desires and buy happiness? Being the most well-known? To follow orders and live the lives our parents' desire? What exactly is life's game? Money? Happiness? Success?"

Adrain just stared at him. He opened his mouth to speak but didn't continue seeing that Orion was going to speak again, "You've thought about it too, haven't you? At some point, perhaps not to the extent I have, seeing as our previous life wasn't one to leave behind without a thought. Just as I thought all that, I know the answer, an answer you most likely know too- because-" Orion spoke. Just as he was talking, Adrian cut in, knowing what Orion was going to say.

"-We are one and the same?" Adrian finished.

The point is that it is a game- therefore, one shouldn't take it so seriously all the time. Each person is free to set their own parameters... not that it is inherently a competition. 'Winning' can mean anything: finding joy, helping others, obtaining a sense of harmonious existence, being the "best" version of oneself, having the broadest range of experience, etc.

It's a game in the sense that it has no end goal. It can feel so awful, so overpowering at times! But the majority of our pain stems from our failure to recognize that every aspect of society is governed by "laws" that are not necessary for survival.

There's 'waking up' from consumerist society, and then there's 'waking up' to life itself.

"I wouldn't take my life…" Adrian lowly stated. If there are the same, then that would mean not only did Orion try to take his life, but he himself did.

"You DON'T have the memories as Orion Bloody Black- your memories of our past life are still fresh in your mind! I don't have that luxury, Adrian! When I got my memories back, I was twelve, and a year later, those memories began to fade away, as if there were just nothing- but they were everything! It was what kept me going, having those happy memories, I might not have lived longer than I had in our previous life at the age of 12, but there were so many happy memories there, but here? I hate being Orion Black, and you will too, once it's done."

What did he mean by 'once it's done'? It was strange. Did he mean getting his memories of Orion Black?

"Th- then we were reincarnated into this world, with our memories from the past life suppressed? Which I will assume had us living normally, in the sense of learning everything over again, writing, talking, reading, everything. Solrey mentioned you were attacked by Riddle at some point… and your- Our? Our uncle mentioned you mastered Occlumency at the young age of twelve, and he wasn't able to pass your barriers without using all his force… is that when you retained those suppressed memories? And is Riddle the reason you began to build barriers?" Adrian asked carefully.

"Yes. Riddle is a menace to society, and as Voldemort, he will be more than that in the future. Bloody psychopath he is. I really don't understand his mindset of killing non-purebloods off."

"Voldemort?" Adrian pronounced the name. It sounded familiar- right! the evil guy in Harry Potter. "Wait! Tom Riddle, is this Voldemort guy?" Adrian stated in a question that he found himself believing this but looked to Orion for confirmation.

"Yes." Was his simple reply.

"Woah- wait a minute, hold up! How do you know this? did you find out by sneaking around or something?"

"I found out by Adrain Coleman's memories. Look, I get it. We never really watched nor read the series, but we still saw clips and even had friends telling us all about it. We never paid attention, even getting my passed memories back. I didn't remember that little insignificant stuff. It's like trying to remember what you had for bloody breakfast the week prior. The memories of the life of Orion aren't the only memories. The life of Adrain Coleman is also here. I looked for any memory that was associated with harry potter in any way, even if you weren't listening, I was able to from watching it all happen. There wasn't much information but enough. You'll know what… you'll know soon enough." Orion told him offhandedly, which Adrain understood and nodded in response to what was said.

"Do you believe it then?" Orion questioned Adrian. He was silent at first, but he could hear that desperation in his voice. He nodded slowly.

"Orion Black is Adrian Coleman, just as Adrian Coleman is Orion Black. It's still hard to comprehend how- but I do believe it. It wouldn't make any sense for you to lie, and I suppose we're similar in some ways." Adrain responded.

"Yes… that will always be the case- unless we get reincarnated again, then we can be for three of the same… you should really go back now."

Silence reigned in the room, Adrian blinked as he watched the walls disappear, but they didn't just disappear. The white surroundings broke apart, turning into individual butterflies, all white. They fluttered away, relieving the garden. It was the garden he had been before sinking deep into his mind.

As he turned around, he found himself not seeing Orion. He was alone.

He was in that small maze before reaching the flowers. The archway in the hedge that would lead to the flowers wasn't leading to the flowers. Instead, he saw a bright light emitting from that archway, and Adrian just knew this was his way out. He stood slow steps towards it, each step feeling heavier than the last, his chest feeling heavier, his mind clouded as he tried to comprehend what was occurring.

The bright light filled his vision.

He was Orion Arcturus Black, heir to The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, the future Lord of his House. He was once Adrian Grant Coleman, but that was in the past. Now was for the present. There was no need to hold onto the past. It was gone, never to come back. The present was where he was to focus on, with those memories of his previous life fading away, though still there never to leave.

Those memories that were fading were of those he once knew, all those faces. The family he once had could no longer be imagined as clearly as before.

1947, 2 November- Sunday.

His eyes were heavy. He was awake now, that much he knew. He didn't dare open his eyes yet, he could hear the rustling beside him, and he just knew it would be his mother. She had her moments when she really cared, and she should show it.

He didn't feel like being a the end of her pestering and overbearingness. He didn't need it, especially with the headache he currently had from regaining his previous state.

It was ridiculous. It all happened. He had wasted precious time! He was supposed to be investigating Riddle as he and his friends had planned. He had been in a coma for three bloody months, all that time gone. He laid there silently. It was warm and comfortable. It was obvious to him that he was in his bedroom. His parents had probably called for a healer instead of having him taken to the hospital. It was rather unnecessary.

Again from the memories he had, all of which he had in his mind from his previous life, everything anything he could find on the man was close to nothing. What he did know was his identity would one day be Voldemort to the world, but at the moment, it was likely he already had the name waiting to use it.

He knew he tried his hardest to have Harry Potter killed, but that was about it. With some knowledge of the fact he was 'pro purity'? His friends and himself wanted to understand more. As they got older, their rage for the male reduced to something akin to curiosity and amusement. He was playing 'pureblood' acting as some Lord while having true purebloods at his beck and call.

He just knew his mother and father would be blaming his uncle Regulus for his current state, which was still unknown. Other than the raging headache he had, there was nothing else, even as he slightly shifted his limps, his arms, then his legs. Everything was fine.

Finally, he opened his eyes slowly, his eyes facing the ceiling as he was laid on his back.

He heard the flicking of a page his mother was reading. He was correct in the assumption that it was his mother at his side. He turned his head, and the sudden movement attracted her attention.

She lowered the book in her grasp as she stared into the grey eyes he had inherited from his father, her husband and smiled as she sighed in relief.

"Orion." She said gently.

He merely stared at her. She was smiling but behind that smile was one of pain, longing, and uncertainty. The day his mind had shattered, that day he had gone into that coma, was still fresh in his mind. He frowned in annoyance, remembering the pain of the crucio curse.

Yet he hated yelling nor screamed. It wasn't often his father would take such measures, but it was enough for him to withstand it and endure the pain.

"Mother", he simply said, his voice low as he said it, his expression softening. He sat up, his arms shooting into the air as he, a yawn escaping. He looked to his right, where his nightstand was- where was his wand? He always put it there, but obviously, it wouldn't have been the case the last time he had it.

"Are you feeling well?" his mother asked, her voice sounding again. He turned to her, refraining from scanning the room for his wand.

"I'm perfectly fine, mother, truly. I'm sure I have worried you, but you needn't worry any longer. Everything is all well. Have you seen my wand… actually forget that- that day is it? I know what happened, but it seems there were consequences for trying to rebuild my barriers after the sudden issue of memory loss. I hope you weren't too hard on uncle Regulus. I just know father is furious… he wouldn't want a damaged heir, would he now? as if he hadn't already damaged me, I fault him for the loss of my memory that and Walburga." Orion simply told her. His voice was levelled, void of anger, as he turned his legs off the edge of his bed.

She stared and stared, her thinned lips parting, "You've regained your memories, I am assuming?" his mother inquired with a raise of her eyebrow. She seemed amused by what was said.

"You mother are certainly correct in that assumption, but seriously have you seen my wand?" he asked as he stood on his feet. Agin, as he stood, he stretched his arms into the air, as he stood o the tips of his toes.

"Are you sure you're alright, Orion? The healer had said you would wake within a week and might feel terrible…" she spoke as she stood. She walked to him, pressing her hand to his cheek. He leaned into the touch. It wasn't often his mother cared for him or at least showed she cared.

"Are you truly alright, Orion?" she asked again.

Looking down at her, he knew she didn't mean physically but emotionally. He sighed. She was a Hufflepuff at heart, no matter how much the house of Black had influenced her during the entirety of her marriage to his father

"I wish not to see father right now… if that is what you are asking. I would love to hear what Walburga is up to now. I wish to laugh in her face knowing she has been cast out of this family, the family that seemed to have built her awful personality- to see her suffer will bring me great joy," he told her as he moved from her.

He held his hand out, not caring they already knew of his use of wandless magic, something he had wished to keep close to his chest, not wanting his family to know. There was no need for them to know, but due to certain circumstances, that plan was shattered.

His wand shot to his hand, and he raised a brow, unsure where it came from. Perhaps from his wardrobe, as the door was open, he wasn't paying attention.

He pointed his wand to his bed, and the bed began to tidy itself.

"Mother, what day is it? How long have you been unconscious for?" Orion questioned, turning his gaze to her as he lowered his arm. He looked down as he did, wondering what he would wear, wanting to be out of his nightwear.

"The 2nd of November, dear." She simply replied to him. She sighed as she watched him rummage about at his desk in search of something. She didn't bother to ask what it was he was looking for. She was just glad he was well and back.

"Will you not forgive your father?" she asked as she headed towards his door to leave. She glanced in his direction catching his eyes as he heard the question.

He gave her a blank stare, "Do I ever?" he drawled before looking for the letter Enrique had sent him. He left him be.

He sat down with an oomph on his chair, leaning back against the back as he skimmed through the letter and hummed. Of course, Rick hadn't put a specific time, all that formality for nothing. For some reason, Enrique wished to stay in his parent's good light. Then again, everyone did.

He would too. Enrique was afraid that one day his parents would open his letter and form terrible opinions about him, so he kept it formal, while his best mate Theo was another case of 'I don't care' and would just write down rubbish, admitting the things he shouldn't…. that could have him sent to Azkaban.

He placed the letter down.

"Tempus," he muttered lowly. It was only the morning, so he still had time to meet with him. It has been a while.

"Solrey."

'crack'

"Master!? Master is better again!" the elf sobbed out.

"What have I said about getting emotional? It gets annoying. Just go to Enrique and tell him I'll be at his manor at noon, alright?" Orion requested.

The elf saluted to him, "Yes, Master!" and just like that, he was gone

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Manchester, The Peak- Magical Apartment Complex.

Orion had his hands in his pockets as he took steps into the lounge, his eyes scanning in interset. He hadn't been here before, seeing as it was new, the apartment that is. He thought he would meet his friend at his family manor, the Rowle Manor, but instead, he was at his new apartment. He was slightly shocked to have been told by his elf that Enrique had sent a message, giving him a new address.

"Magnificent isn't it?" he heard an amused voice from his side. He turned to Enrique was leaned up against the archway leading out of the lounge. Orion scoffed.

"Oh? Is that how one should greet their friend when they are on the brink of death? Standing their all high a might with your new apartment." Orion drawled, relaxing his shoulders, his face expressionless, just like Enrique's expression.

A moment of silence passed before Enrique couldn't take it anymore and broke character and laughed, "Merlin's beard", he muttered as he neared his friend, pulling him into a short hug before they parted.

"Good to see you breathing. I really doubt the House of Black would fair well with your cousin announced as heir." Enrique told him before laughing again.

"Come, make yourself welcome! You need to tell me everything, and by everything, I mean everything. Bloody hell, Orion- I just know there's so much, isn't there?" Enrique told him. Just as he finished, Orion cut in as he followed him through the apartment.

"Of course, and you have to tell me how on earth you convinced your parents to allow you to move out. I thought they didn't trust you. You must have put up on hell of an argument to do that… but I suppose it helps that your not the heir."

Thus they spoke for what seemed like hours, merely because they truly were. Of course, Orion didn't tell him everything because that would have to include that he once lived another life, that was something he swore he would never tell anyone, and that shall be the same until death. He told him of the situation at home and how his father had wanted him to marry Walburga… then how he was tortured for talking back and trying to defy his father. Then, of course, he had to mention how Walburga dosed him with a botched love potion, a strong one that didn't end well. He was glad she had been disowned. After everything, he found his thinking and thought process to have changed.

"Where do you think she is now?" Enrwie inquired. They were now both seated in his living room. The apartment was definitely something to be jealous of. Then again, what was their money couldn't buy? He was a Rowle who was the second son of the Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Rowle. If his son was going to insist on living on his own, he certainly made sure he didn't choose to live where many muggle-borns and half-bloods could be.

Orion shrugged as he stood, his hand smoothening the velvet of the armchair he was sitting on. "I don't trust her, nor will I ever. She's still a Black, and Blacks are wealthy. She would have inherited her trust fund upon turning the age of majority, which means it legally belongs to her. Her parents cannot legally take it back, so she could have rented someplace to stay. I wouldn't be surprised if she bought a small cottage or something, hiding from the world. She'll be ashamed, angry, she'll feel betrayed…." Orion trailed off as he snorted, staring at the racks built into the wall, holding all types of drinks.

Enrique hummed, sipping his cup of tea. "Like you said, she's a Black…, but she's also a Slytherin. She won't stay quiet for long. I'm sure she's thinking of ways to come into the light again, in a positive way. It'll be hard, seeing as the wizarding world has now been made aware of her activities- pft, what am I saying, it'll be near impossible. If the house of Black has shunned her, then the rest of the houses will, at least all of the sacred 28." Enrique mentioned.

"Yes, though I don't think she'll announce herself to the world. She'll be discrete, gathering allies in the dark. I wouldn't be surprised if she tried contacting me. She'll do all she can to have it all reversed, and her best bet is going through me. She has no one, knowing Pollux, he could care less, but he's most definitely angry that she has disgraced him with her behaviour. He wouldn't have cared if she hadn't gotten caught. She was never really favoured by her father as he has two sons. All the favour he had for her is all gone. She failed to become the future lady Black, failing terribly."

"She deserves it, but I think she deserves more than that. She'll always be a problem." Enrique said. Orion turned to him, his lips thinning, as he stared at his friend, "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Orion asked.

"I guess? You can't tell me you haven't thought about it…."

"I have", Orion confirmed. He didn't feel guilty about it either, "We'll see what happens. Eventually, I will be forced into another marriage, and I just know Walburga will do something." He murmured, his eyes settling on the racks of alcoholic drinks again.

He grabbed one, "Really? Coriander spite? This is real stuff here- tell me, honestly, how many parties have you had?" Orion asked, turning to his friend after placing the full bottle back. Enrique threw his head back and laughed, "You know me well but don't' worry! I only had three, alright?"

Orion gave him a look.

"…Alright, four- five… seven in total, that's it, promise. Planning on calling me an alcoholic again?" Enrique spoke, an amused look on his face as Orion walked back to the seat, throwing the cushion from it at Enrique, who dodged it.

"You are a bloody alcoholic! I was the one who took care of you every time you decided to drink during our time at Hogwarts. It was ridiculous, seeing you drink in the morning before classes."

Enrique laughed again, this time harder, remembering the stupid decision he had made, "Right. It's not like I got drunk. It was just to wake me up! But admit it, during our final year, I got better. Besides, Hendrix is just as bad."

"If we ever wanted to do anything, your first question was, 'what drinks we bringing?' it's ridiculous. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had my first drink at 13," Orion drawled. He remembered how he threw up and couldn't even bring himself to go home after that, as it was during the summer. They had gone to a field to 'party'.

"I'm having a party this Tuesday evening, coming? I mean, if you're up for it, do you still have to rest and stuff?" Enrique spoke.

"No, it's fine. I'll think about it, enough about all that. What's the situation with Riddle?" Orion asked, leaning forward in the seat.

Enrique ran his hand through his hair. "Well, I'm not too sure. He's really good at keeping composure and doesn't let anything slip. We're not at Hogwarts anymore, where it was easier to get information. I'm sure he has his little meetings with his 'knights.' I spoke to him last week at the Malfoy Manor, Lord Malfoy invited my father, and I followed along with him. Had an interesting conversation with Abraxas…, and Riddle happened to be there."

"Really? Interesting, I'm sure Malfoy is the same as usual," Orion commented. He hadn't been close to Abraxas, but they were mutuals, acquaintances... even allies, one could say. They never really formed much of a friendship, likely because he had been two years ahead of him at Hogwarts. They both said mostly in their groups.

"Yeah, you've got it right. He was going on and on about his job at the ministry. What about you? You mentioned before your father got you a job at the ministry he expected you to take."

Orion shrugged his shoulders, "At first, I was like okay, but now? I'm not too sure about taking it, I've got the NEWTS to do anything I want, but I don't know what… I want something interesting, not some boring desk job." Orion told him honestly.

"You should become unspeakable with me!" Enrique exclaimed, in wonder, his eyes wide at the possibility.

"An unspeakable, you want to be an unspeakable? Maybe… I don't even know what they do because they don't disclose it." Orion mused, thinking it through, perhaps being an unspeakable would be interesting. "Is the applicant opening to open?" Orion questioned him. The thought interested him, but not enough to actually go full force into the career. He would think about it, but thinking about it would result in him not going for it, which he didn't mind.

The idea of being bound by secrecy to such extent with the duty of an unspeakable seemed… horrible. All the oaths… contracts- legally, he could be locked up in Azkaban for uttering one piece of information or having his magic gone from breaking an oath.

"Yes! I've been fully accepted. The next stage of testing will start soon. Not sure when I have to wait for an owl. The written exam was easy, and the interview was easy, but then again, it probably would be hard for someone who didn't do as well in their NEWTS." Enrique told him. He continued talking about how the written exam was and how it was one of the hardest professions to get into.

Orion hummed, leaning back into the couch in thought. "You know what?" Orion asked his friend, who raised a brow, "What?"

"I don't think being an unspeakable would fit me." Orion simply told him. Perhaps if he hadn't gone through all that unnecessary show of a circus of forgetting how he was once Adrain but was now Orion, that he was both, he would have really considered going into the profession, with how vague and distant his memory of the previous life was. Even trying to retain the information from his mind, they were hard to find, with some of them just gone, no longer existing.

Even now, it was weird… it was slightly clearer than before, having regained his proper sense with a few things still fresh in his mind. The thought of travelling the world came to mind. It was something he had been interested in before, and now that seme dot is resurfacing.

He was more curious on what Riddle was getting up to. Again there wasn't much information to go off on, but enough to know he was going to be evil, if not evil already, to certain standards. One day he would cause a war, and Orion rather not be in the middle of it. Perhaps he could stop it, he could try, but he wasn't planning on living his whole life trying.

His father had gotten him a position in the British Ministry, perhaps a transfer to the US Ministry of Magic. There were many things he wished to explore with his magic, and a trip to the muggle world was a must… investments wouldn't be bad. He could use the money he earns from them to fund possible projects.