No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings
None of his nightmares had gone like this. Was that a good thing?
He'd tensed with surprise and terror the moment his father had hoisted him from the floor. Logically he knew his father wasn't picking him up to unleash some violence upon him but in his distress his mind had temporarily lost the ability to be logical. There was something deeply disturbing about his father kneeling before him, to be looking down at his father was so abnormal it was unnerving. It also meant he couldn't help but to make eye contact even as fresh tears rolled down his cheeks. He couldn't tell if his father was trying to comfort him or chastise him or both.
What Nico could tell was that his father had yet to even comprehend the depths of his firstborn son's failings, he couldn't possibly speak to him this way if he suspected for even a moment. Here was an opportunity to pass off his fuss as a childish overreaction but now that he was here in his waking nightmare it seemed almost dishonest to do so. Besides his father might still ask him to attempt a transfiguration and then it would all be too obvious. But, Papa, he paused and he somehow managed to look even more upset than before, it does matter. It was not like him to contradict his father but he felt undeserving of whatever leniency or sage advice his father was trying to impart upon him. He was a fraud, he was like a cuckoo chick and his father was moments from recognizing the interloper in his nest for what it was. I can't hide it and I can't fix it. You'll be ashamed of me, he thought bitterly.
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