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[attr="class","reasonbodzero"]Zero was enjoying his life in England. More so than he thought he would be. It was strange, really – no one compared him to who he was at Ilvermorny, which was a relief. No one asked him what grades he’d gotten on his Wizarding Standards or what he’d done as an extracurricular. Sure, Tess sometimes probed about things before he’d arrived, but it was different when it was his pack. He didn’t mind telling them things about himself. It was the others that he was wary of.

Being alone for so long had jaded him, Zero figured. He was used to bottling up all his emotions and going through the motions just to fit in. After all, that had been all he’d done while he’d lived at the Orphanage.

But now that he was out on his own – now that he was living his own life and had his own pack that understood him better than anyone had in his life, he finally felt like he could be himself.

It was difficult to believe that he’d lived almost his entire eighteen years of life without doing so, but now, he was going to start. Because he could trust his pack. He could trust Tess and Lyra and everyone else. Life in England wasn’t going to be all that bad, after all. But, he’d been hesitant at first. With the Martins selling their farm and retiring further in Upstate New York, Zero wasn’t sure what his plan of action was going to be. But they’d quickly gotten him in contact with Tessa and Western Sky. She’d hired him on recommendation alone.

He’d at least proven himself to be a good investment, he thought as he picked up a feed pack and slung it over his shoulder. Werewolf or not, he could carry his own weight around the stables. And he was good with the horses. All in all, it made him a pretty sound employee. He was even pretty good at giving riding lessons, surprisingly enough. He’d taught a ten-year-old little girl how to get over her fears just a few weeks ago.

On reputation alone, they’d have customers and borders coming out of the woodwork in no time, Zero reasoned. Tess deserved that – she was a good boss and an even better horse trainer.

Zero tossed the bag of feed back into the storage area and went back for a second. But, just as he was about to pick it up, he noticed that there was someone waiting for him. Usually, Tess greeted those coming for lessons or those that were interested in boarding their horses, but she’d gone out for the morning. “Morning,” he said, picking up a saddle and slinging it over his shoulder as he looked at the person in the doorway of the stables. “Something I can help you with?”

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[attr="class","cbody"]Chris knew that there was still a month until Christmas, but he was also just as aware how quickly that time would go by. So, of course, he was already thinking about what he wanted to get Maya as a gift. Her major gift, anyway. Obviously, he was going to get her more than one present, but he liked to get at least one that was sort of the… focus.
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This year, he was thinking about buying her a horse.
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He wasn’t sure yet, but he thought that she might like a horse. She would be able to ride it whenever she wanted and take care of it. There wasn’t a place for a horse in their flat in London, so he’d had to start looking into boarding and stables nearby. He’d narrowed it down to a couple of options that he thought that would be best, but he wanted to see them in person. He couldn’t just make a choice like that without seeing the place for himself.
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This idea was definitely an endeavor. It was a pet, but one that required a lot of work and upkeep. He didn’t wait to buy Maya a horse if she wasn’t interested in one, which was why he wasn’t entirely sure about this idea yet. There was plenty of time for him to come up with something else, if he decided against it. But this was just the idea that he was currently pursuing. If he did indeed decide to buy her a horse for Christmas, he thought that he’d likely need this much time to get everything all settled. Boarding, supplies, but there was also the actual process of buying a horse.
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He’d have to find somewhere reputable to buy it from and that didn’t even keep in mind that he also had to research different breeds of horses to figure out what was the best fit for Maya. A lot of work would have to go into this decision, so he was not going to do anything on a whim. He was going to make sure that he did all the research necessary while he tried to decide if this was the Christmas present that he wanted to go with.
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He figured that he might just be able to ask the opinion of whomever he got ahold of at the stable as far as breeds went too. Since they worked at a place like this, they would probably know what was best more than he would--and likely more than what he could find in any book.
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But first he had to actually find somebody. He had only just gotten there, after all. What he noticed first was the location--he was sure that it looked beautiful in the summer and spring months but obviously, in November, it wasn’t going to be as visually appealing as it would with all of the leaves on the trees and flowers in full bloom. But that wasn’t what he was here to make any judgments on.
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Since he didn’t see anyone around, Chris wandered into one of the stables. He saw a man’s back as he headed into a storage unit, and decided to wait until he got back to say anything--he was clearly busy and carrying something that was more than likely not light. “Yes, actually. I was thinking about buying my daughter a horse for Christmas--and I know that you board here. I was wondering if you had any spots open.” Chris figured that was a good enough place to start, and then if the bloke had time, he could ask him about breeds and his recommendations.
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[attr="class","reasonsmallzero"]An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way

[attr="class","reasonbodzero"]Zero wasn’t sure what had drawn him to horses all those years ago. He had been a lonely kid – growing up in an orphanage in New York had done little for his self-esteem. Every time he got close to another kid, they were usually adopted and it left him feeling more alone than he’d been before. And so, the cycle continued. He’d find a friend and then in a few months, they’d be gone. But he always remained.

He’d asked the owner of the orphanage about it once and she’d said it had something to do with his “prickly disposition.” Not exactly what every ten-year-old kid wanted to hear, but then again, she was the one who suggested he pick up a hobby. Something to work out his aggressors and something to occupy his time. She thought that if he was “cultured,” he’d be more likely to be adopted. But that also sort of backfired, in a way.

Of course, Zero hadn’t been adopted. But he had started working at a stable and he’d learned how to ride and care for horses. While it didn’t necessarily improve his chances of adoption – he was still very much the recluse that he had been in his childhood – it did improve his quality of life.

At the stable, he could be who he was…even if that was quiet, unassuming Zero. But he learned the values of hard work and trial and error. He learned how to care for someone that was not himself. And he learned how to be a proper stable hand. All in all, it was an experience that he wouldn’t give up in his wildest dreams…even if it was the reason that he’d become a werewolf.

The attack had happened on the Martin’s farm, one night when he was twelve. Thankfully, they’d been able to treat his wounds, given that they were Squibs. Otherwise, it was quite possible that Zero would’ve died that night.

So, he was thankful for the life that he had. Thankful for every twist and turn that had led him here: to Western Sky Stables.

But he felt sometimes as if something was missing. Maybe it was because he didn’t know who he was before he was Zero. Heathwood Bailey…it was a name that he’d dropped as soon as he could. Zero was more fitting because he’d started from nothing. Quite literally started from Ground Zero.

The man looked well-dressed – probably the sort of bloke that didn’t belong in a stable. Zero briefly wondered where Tessa had gotten off to this afternoon, but decided that she would probably prefer him to answer his questions rather than telling him to wait. “A few open stalls, yeah. We’re always accepting new horses,” he said, moving the saddle to Honey’s stall and wiping his hands off on his jeans as he approached the man. “Name's Zero. Welcome to Western Sky,” he introduced himself, briefly considering shaking the man’s hand before deciding he probably didn’t want dirt all over him. “Does your daughter like to ride?”

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[attr="class","cbody"]Christmas was always a big deal in their household—as was Maya’s birthday. It wasn’t that he completely spoiled his daughter. He also knew it was important for her to understand the value of hard work and not have absolutely everything handed to her. But he was certainly in the habit of spoiling her when holidays came along, and this year would be no exception. He knew that a horse was certainly one of the larger presents that he would have ever gotten her.
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But he truly thought that she would enjoy it. Maybe that sounded silly. He was sure there were plenty of people that thought there were steps to take before buying a horse. Like signing her up for riding lessons to see if she was any good or even liked it. And he knew that was a logical step. It was still something that he was considering.
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He just thought that he knew enough of his daughter to know that she’d like it without having to take that step. He was around his daughter more than anybody else in the world. He made a habit of being an involved parent—because he wanted to be. Not just because of who her mother was and the type of person she was. With her liking ballet, and animals, he was just quite certain that she would enjoy horseback riding too.
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He supposed he needed some opinions before then too. Chris thought that the stable hand would likely have plenty to say if he thought it was absolutely absurd to buy a horse before he knew for sure that his daughter even liked horseback riding. He could take an opinion that didn’t line up with what he wanted to do. That was part of the reason why he was here, after all. He knew that he needed more information before making an informed decision. It was more than finding a stable that had space. This was a major purchase and he wasn’t going to go through with it without all of the information that he needed.
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The stables seemed nice enough. Admittedly, he didn’t know exactly what to look for and how to know that a place had everything necessary, but the grounds were beautiful even in the cold. “Oh, good,” he said, with a nod. He had other options to check out, but he was glad to hear that this place had openings. He hadn’t known how hard it was going to be to find something. “Nice to meet you, Zero. Christopher Poole.” Shaking his hand didn’t seem like the best move at the current time, so he welcomed the man’s next question. “She… doesn’t, actually. Well, she doesn’t dislike it, she just has never ridden before.” He figured there was no use in lying about that. He did want to see if the man thought it was completely absurd to buy a horse for a girl that had never ridden before. Of course, Zero didn’t know Maya, so he couldn’t understand why Chris was quite certain she would enjoy it. But a nonbiased opinion was still a good one to have.
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[attr="class","reasonbodzero"]Not everyone was right for horses. There was a certain amount of trust that you needed to establish in order to be a good rider. Not just trust in the horse, but trust

Christopher Poole sounded like the sort of name of someone important. Not like Zero.

Zero was the name Heathwood Bailey had picked up at the Orphanage. It meant very little…just a singular syllable word that the kids used to shout at him when he came back from working at the Martins’ stables. At first, he’d resented it. What kid in their right mind wants to be called Zero? But, after a while, he’d grown used to it. Zero was where everything started. And, in truth, he knew he could only go up from there. So, he’d embraced it. Ditched Heathwood — which, he’d always sort of hated — and started going by his nickname only. Now, it wasn’t even a question as to how he introduced himself. It was just habit.

But he was here and asking him questions about the stables, so he was going to oblige and answer him. After all, if Tess came back and Zero let her know that he’d found another boarder, it would probably make up for the fact that he’d been slacking on inventory since he was hired. A silver lining, as it were.

Grabbing one of the towels from the stall door nearby, Zero wiped off his hands, listening to what he was saying. His daughter had never ridden before? Seemed like a pretty big leap to buy her a horse right out of the gate, didn’t it? Then again, who was Zero to judge? He’d already mentally established that Mr. Poole was probably rich, so maybe a thoroughbred was just a penny for him. But, he wasn’t here to judge. That wasn’t really Zero’s job. Either way, he needed to make sure the man knew what he was getting into.

“New rider, huh,” it wasn’t really a question, more of a thought that he was mulling over in his head. Maybe his daughter would love it. Then again, it was possible that she would hate it. Caring for a horse wasn’t for everyone — there was a lot of time and effort put into it. And, if his daughter wanted to form the sort of worthwhile bond that most riders sought, she’d have to put in the effort. “You could always bring her by before, if you wanted,” Zero wasn’t trying to sound judgmental, he was just trying to save the many a couple thousand dollars on something his daughter might not even want.

“But here, I’ll give you a tour, if you’re interested,” he gestured for Christopher Poole to follow him down the row of stalls. It couldn’t hurt. He’d show him a few piles of shit and then if he still wanted to buy his daughter a horse so she could muck the stables on her weekends, they’d talk. You’re being an ass. “We board all sorts of horses here…some are Western Sky’s own, though, like Jump…” He gestured to his favorite horse. “You know we…offer lessons, too, if she’s not ready for her own horse.” It was a good compromise. He would still get to give his daughter the gift of a horse without all the responsibility.

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[attr="class","cbody"]It was a big responsibility to get a horse. Even if it wasn’t being kept at home—which was an obvious one, since their penthouse in London did not have room for a horse, clearly, the stable wasn’t going to do everything for her. It was still her horse, and that meant that she would have to take care of it. He knew that was expecting a lot when he didn’t even know if she would actually like a horse. Chris thought that he knew enough about his daughter to know that she would take to horseback riding instantly. And he did think that. Just based on her other interests, there was really no reason in his mind for him to think that she wouldn’t enjoy taking up a new hobby like that.
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But he also knew that there was a big difference between taking up a new hobby and buying an expensive animal for that new hobby and expecting her to like it enough to be up to taking care of a horse and giving it the attention that it desired. Especially when she was at school most of the year. It was definitely not something that he was going to do lightly. He wanted his research done, he wanted opinions from professionals, and then he would make a decision.
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And Zero was the first person that he’d met since his research had been done. So, really, he was the first professional that he had met. Even if he didn’t know the extent of his knowledge, Christopher certainly was aware that the boy knew more about horses than he did. He couldn’t yet even be twenty years of age, but to work somewhere like here, he had to know what he was doing. That meant that his opinion was a valid one, in Chris’s mind.
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He knew that he might have to end up talking to Mac about this too. It was something that he’d at least thought about. Though he had full custody, if he bought Maya a horse, it was likely to come up one of the few times that his ex-wife was actually around their daughter. He would likely never hear the end of it if he didn’t at least let her know that he’d made that decision. He didn’t need her permission, but he supposed giving her a heads up wouldn’t hurt.
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If he decided that this was a good present to move forward with, at least. He didn’t make any decision without carefully considering it, after all. “I’ll consider that, thank you. She’s at school right now, though.” It was a good idea, though, even if it might ruin the surprise a little bit. He’d at least be able to tell if having a horse was something that she would even be interested in. He was capable of being wrong. There was chance that she hated horses, for all he knew.
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He doubted it, but it was possible. Nodding in response to the man’s words, he started to follow him down a row of stalls, making sure to take a good look around. Not that he necessarily knew what to look for in a good stable, but still. The more that he saw, the better. “Do you?” He asked, his gaze moving to the horse that Zero had pointed out. “So all in all, you’d likely suggest not jumping right to buying a horse, I’d guess?” He didn’t mind honesty, even if it was blunt. It was something he was already hinting at, and he’d rather get the honest opinion of someone who knew about horses.
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