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Neal Cassidy
 Posted: Jun 15 2017, 11:32 PM
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Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?

Neal had once again gotten the alert that he was being sent away to another new home. He didn't have much hope with this one either, since his times at each home was getting shorter. All Neal wanted was to be able to stay somewhere for long enough to have it considered a home. More then just temporary accommodation.

These days, Neal didn't even get his hopes up, and, he just waited for the letter revealing the fact that he was leaving the home. Neal, more then anything, wanted to not get that letter for once. Or get adopted for once, but, being nearly 15 made him almost impossible to get the eyes of couples wanting to do that.

Neal was close to being dumped back on the streets before getting this letter anyway, so, it made things a bit easier to deal with. The social worker probably wouldn't have cared about where he had ended up, if the foster parents had kicked him out rather then sent away from it.

He felt weird when most of his foster homes were in Arizona, but, this one was strangely in Minnesota. Neal didn't know why he was bouncing through states, but, he had learnt not to question anything about it these days. Neal had hopped into the social workers van, with the few belongings he'd had, preparing himself for this new foster home. Neal had been alone since being abandoned, it had been about a year, since he had landed back in this world from Neverland.

And it never got any easier.

Neal had found himself falling asleep in the van, as they made the drive to the place in Minnesota he was supposed to be going to. Soon, he found himself being shaken awake by the social worker. He groaned as he woke up, and, blinked a couple of times as the sun shone into his eyes.

Grabbing his backpack, Neal placed it over his shoulder, and, stepped out of the van. Walking with the social worker, Neal kept the straps in his hands, taking a close look at the house. It seemed kind of nice from the outside, but, Neal wasn't going to let appearances be the thing that tells him that the home was a good or nice one.

Soon, the two of them reached the front door, and, he let out a soft sigh before looking up at the social worker, Neal returned the social workers smile, as he tried to hide his nerves.

Neal glanced back at the front door, as the social worker knocked on it. He didn't know what to expect when the door opened, but, there was only one way to find out. Neal let out a couple of deep breaths, as the door opened, and, he spotted a nice looking lady on the other side of it.

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 Posted: Jun 19 2017, 01:09 PM
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"Kevin! Kevin!" Ingrid's knuckles wrapped at the door. "Kevin! Are you dressed?" A mumble came from inside and she exhaled sharply, leaning her head against the door and closing her eyes. Oh God. Her eyelids were drooping dangerously as she leaned against the door. "Kevin," she said, her words dragging on each syllable, "Please, please, tell me you're dressed." Could you sleep in this position, like a horse? Her eyelids...so heavy..."Leave me alone!" The shout from the other side of the door jarred her from sleep and she started. She hit the door with the flat of her hand. "Come on, Kevin!"

"Ma'am!" Ingrid turned to see a girl looking for her attention. She smiled weakly. "Hey Sophie." The eleven year old was holding her lunchbox. "There's no more bread for the sandwiches." Ingrid blinked, the words sinking in. "Oh!" She thought quickly. "There's more in the drawer sweetie, go look under the cake tin." "But there's no - "

"Ma'am!"
The Snow Queen wheeled around. "What's up, Leo?" Leo crossed his arms and stood his ground. "I don't want the new kid with me! He's going to muck up my books and he'll smell and he'll - " "He has to be with you Leo," Ingrid said, forcing herself to remain patient. "There's no other room. We can't have him with the girls, can we?" Leo nodded enthusiastically at the idea, and Ingrid suddenly realised she'd actually given him the idea. And by god was he running with it. "Yes we can!" Ingrid exhaled sharply. "No, no we can't. I'm sure he'll love your books just as much as you do."

"But I don't want - " "There's no bread, I've checked!" "Ma'am!" "Ella won't give me my bear back!" Ingrid glanced up at the next floor, where she heard the ominous sound of more feet running down the stairs like the pounding of a war drum. Oh rock trolls, not more of them. "No more questions! I'm busy!" Before anyone else could ask her anything she darted downstairs to the kitchen, escaping from the incessant questions of the other children. Not that she was running away, of course. Surely not.

Normally, of course, this wouldn't happen. She'd get an alert long in advance telling her that she'd be receiving a new child to look after and there would be plenty of time to prepare the beds, to talk the kids around the idea of someone new coming, time for getting clothes and all the other necessities it took to make a group foster home. By the time the child arrived Ingrid would've set everything up so the arrival ran smoothly and the child could get settled to his or her surroundings. She had it down to a 'T' now - a smooth running machine of children coming in and children coming out.

Except for today.

She had just finished the final chapter of 'The Snow Queen' when the call came, late last night - that shrill tone that she'd never gotten used to. When the woman at the other end said it was the social worker at Twin Cities she'd dropped her copy. For a moment her hopes had soared. Was it her? This time, was it the girl she had come to this world to find? Was she finally going to meet her third sister - truly magical, truly meant to be her sibling and hers alone? Every time they called her heart would be in her mouth.

No. It was a boy, previously housed in Arizona. He needed a home, and of course she was the next one on the list. Normally Ingrid would be happy to take him in. Her job was to find Emma, but now she found herself in this job she liked to help the children. But there was one problem. After this she'd be at maximum capacity. Six was the maximum, and even five kids was pushing it. If Emma was in the system and needed a home Ingrid's wouldn't even be considered - she'd be completely swept over as a candidate. For a little while, she'd be unable to house her sister.

The thought was weighing heavily on her mind as she came down the stairs. But just as she'd put her foot on the last step the door rang. Ingrid craned her neck back up the stairs. "It's him!" She could hear the children upstairs repeating what she said as she went to the door. "It's him!" They wouldn't come downstairs. House rules were that Ingrid dealt with new kids by herself. She ran her hand through her hair and opened the door. Sure enough, there was the social worker - and the child. "Oh, hello." She smiled. Any sort of hassle from before, from getting ready, instantly evaporated from her face - she was once again back to being perfectly calm and composed. Her voice was quiet and soft. "You must be Ned - " She shook her head to herself. "Neal, even. Please, come inside." She opened her door wider invitingly.

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Neal Cassidy
 Posted: Jun 24 2017, 07:30 PM
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Neal looked at the building as he walked up to it, feeling overwhelmed by the size of it. It seemed a bit bigger then his past group homes, but, it probably just meant that there were more kids inside it, then there had been in his past homes. If he could even call them that.

He didn't like that he had pretty much not even had a gap between getting sent back by his last family, and, being thrown into this one. Neal knew that the only family he had ever truly wanted or felt was back in London, but, that was centuries ago. The Darlings were long gone, he was sure of it, but, it didn't mean he hadn't wanted to stay with them.

Neal looked down, and, soon found himself gripping onto the stone that hung around his neck. He had kept it since Neverland, and, it would be one of the biggest reminders of the last place he'd ever truly had some kind of friends. Even if he had hated the place.

As he walked closer to the door, Neal heard the commotion from the people inside of the house. Well, he had definitely had his feeling confirmed, there were a lot of kids in this home. He wasn't even sure how she was going to have room for him. It probably just meant he was sharing his room with someone else that he didn't know. It was something he'd gotten used to, bunking with random boys he didn't know.

Looking at the door, Neal watched the woman on the other side of it. Neal gave a soft sigh as she couldn't even get his name right at first. “Yeah Neal. Thanks.” Neal said, as he made his way inside the house. Neal was sure that he wasn't going to feel any happier in this home then he had in the previous ones.

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 Posted: Jun 30 2017, 05:17 PM
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God, getting the boy's name wrong on the first try. It had to go down as one of the worst things to do when meeting a new charge. Still, he seemed to take it well - blankly, as if it didn't matter. As Neal headed on in she glanced to the other woman. "He'll be fine," she said, giving the social worker a wide smile. The woman only gazed dully at her back, already looking at her watch. She had a stack of papers under her arm and Ingrid could see from the slanted lettering the names of other children - other jobs she had to do today. Neal was just one of many, and this was just a job for her. "Got some forms," she said, with a voice that lacked both imagination and personality. Ingrid blinked. "Oh, right."

Despite the charmless social worker, everything was quickly finalised and the social worker's car went puffing down the road. Ingrid closed the door and turned around, seeing her newest charge wander further into the house. She looked up the stairs and saw several pairs of curious eyes looking down at her - Sophie, Leo and, believe it or not, Kevin, all peering for a first look at the new arrival. She shook her head silently. No! When a new child was coming into the house she wanted to have the chance to get to know them - and keep them from being swamped by inquisitive other kids like an animal being prodded at a zoo. Slowly and surely, she always said. It was a method that worked well for the kids, and one that she now swore by. One day she'd do it for Emma, too, and then her mission would finally come to an end. But that time was not now, and for the moment she had another child to look after. And despite the fact that Emma couldn't come with her now, she had to...had to manage her irritation. For now.

The former Ice Queen followed him into the kitchen. Neal looked rather sweet, really. He didn't look like the kind of kid that could be violent, she noticed as she watched him. She had had a few of them in the past, when she had first been starting out and she hadn't known any better. Now she tried to get only the kids with milder natures. Emma, she knew, wouldn't be violent. She knew it in her heart. "My name's Ingrid, Neal," she said, breaking the silence. "I manage the foster home. You'll be with five other children here. I know it's all a bit short notice but you'll be fine, trust me. There's plenty of time to settle in." She inclined her head. "Do you want any juice?" she offered gently, going to open a cupboard - helpfully labelled 'snack cupboard' and with a padlock firmly affixed - marks of the other children. Leo liked his midnight snacks. Speaking of which..."A snack? You must be hungry. Arizona's pretty far away."

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 Posted: Jul 2 2017, 12:46 AM
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The fact that this woman hadn't even bothered to get his name right, proved that maybe this was going to be another foster parent that didn't really care. And, what else could he expect these days? Neal just kept his hands in the pocket of his hoodie as he walked inside the house. Neal just took a look around for a moment, not so much for sizing, but, more to see if there was anything actually worth staying in this house for. Neal just continued to stand there, as he heard the woman Ingrid talking with his social worker. When he was on his way to this home, Neal thought about the same thing he always thought about, that maybe his father might actually show up before he's taken to a new home. Not so much about being adopted, because he knew that ship had sailed a long time ago. But, there was a small part of him, underneath the anger and pain, that thought that maybe he could actually be out there looking for him. That the man did want him. Even a little bit. But, that thought left his head as quickly as it had entered it, and, he went back to reality. With the thoughts of his father turning up gone, and, a new foster parent to focus on.

Neal knew that this house did seem somewhat more welcoming then the others he'd been a part of. His gaze went upstairs as he heard the sound of more feet up there. He was trying to guess how many other kids were actually living in here, but, he gave up trying to guess. Neal was waiting for them to come down, and, start just staring at, or judging him. He just kept his grip on his backpack, as he continued to just stand there, and, inspect the house. Neal didn't want any trouble he just wanted to have somewhere to sleep, while he was at an age where he wasn't allowed to be on his own. Neal knew that with the last minute stuff this woman, Ingrid, was probably annoyed by having to make room for him so suddenly as she had.

Soon he found himself going to the kitchen. That was one thing he always liked in the homes. At least there was food. Unlike other kids in his situation, Neal wasn't really the violent type that was for sure. He had witnessed enough violence in his past through his time in Neverland, and, with his father. To know that he never wanted to do that to someone. Hearing the woman speak, he jumped only slightly in response to his surprise at the sudden voice. “Nice to meet you Ingrid.” Neal said, trying to be polite in the process. “Yeah that's what the caretakers always say. But, I gotta give you credit. You do seem more genuine then the others in the past.” Neal said, sighing softly. “Uh, sure I guess.” Neal kept his backpack straps in his hands, as he looked at the woman. She seemed to be unlocking a cupboard, which meant that there was a reason for that. “Yeah that would be good actually. It honestly didn't feel that long, I slept for most of it. But, I wasn't having any luck in group homes back there, so, they thought why not ship me off to another state? See if I have any success in a home here.”

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 Posted: Jul 17 2017, 01:22 PM
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Ingrid noted how her newest charge jumped a little as she spoke, but she didn't say anything. To apologise for startling him was to draw attention to it, and she knew better than to undermine a kid who was probably trying to be very brave. Instead she smiled and nodded at his polite response. Yeah, this looked like a nice kid...though she knew to not get too attached to first appearances. Children could think they were clever, but as a foster mother she'd seen plenty of behaviour and nothing was really new to her. Some children liked to act polite just to earn their caretakers' trust, only to betray that trust later. Kids in the system were always that bit more canny, and it was a sad fact that they had to be.

The woman always found herself thinking about Arendelle, and what they did for orphaned children there. It was far more informal, and more simple. Relatives usually took on children who didn't have a home and kids didn't end up in places like this. But that was not the same here, where kids were shuffled around the country like they were boxes of goods, like commodities to be bought and sold. In contrast to Arendelle this world was so much bigger, so vast, so expansive, so...unkind. In many ways it was colder than her kingdom had ever been.

Her mind always went back to her homeland - more than she really wanted to. Time and time again she reminded herself it wasn't her land anymore, that this was the world she was in because she had a job to do. But Ingrid couldn't just shake off home. "...You credit." She suddenly clicked onto the conversation again, a brief glimmer of confusion crossing her features until she understood what he meant. She smiled, her blue eyes twinkling. "I try to be. But there's no point fostering children if you don't genuinely want to look after them." Too late she realised he'd probably object to being called a child, but that was what he was; that was why he was here, in the system. They did tend to protest at that age. Funny, because as a child she'd never wanted to grow up in a million years to claim her throne.

"Let me see if I can find some cookies, then." She rummaged around in the cupboard but as he spoke she glanced back at him. "That's alright. New state, new start." Ingrid was careful to keep her tone neutral, but her eyes couldn't help flickering across the cupboard to where she'd put his files. He probably meant that he just didn't like it there in his past homes, but she was careful to know as much as she could about her kids. Well, not her kids. The foster kids. She finally found the biscuits and turned around to the counter, getting out a plate to put them on. "Well, let's hope you do." She gave him a serious look. " I don't take kids for short term periods, Neal." And she hated herself for it. It was all right to be ethical about looking after children - until she herself got blocked up and couldn't take on Emma. Even though it had been a matter of minutes since her newest charge had entered the house, Ingrid found herself twitchy. What if Emma was being moved to a foster home right now?

It was ridiculous to think that, she knew, but it was hard for her to be in any way civil to this boy. She had to just take a deep breath and keep going, keep that calm, patient exterior. He might be gone soon - who knew?

Taking a cookie for herself, the Snow Queen sat herself down and moved the plate towards him. She could tell that her newest charge was still holding onto his backpack. "It's okay," she said, nodding to the bag. "You can let go of it, you know. We respect each other's belongings here." Mentally she reminded herself to be careful of Kevin, who had a habit of having sticky fingers. Perhaps a reminder about ownership was needed.

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 Posted: Aug 12 2017, 09:34 PM
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Ever since going to Neverland, Neal had been a bit jumpy when he heard random voices coming from behind him. But, he also knew that everyone who made him jump on that island was long behind him now. Besides this woman actually seemed kind of nice, compared to his foster parents back in Arizona. But, then again he wasn't going to judge solely based on appearances, since he had thought that about a few foster parents in the past. They act nice at first, and, then show their true colours, leading him to realise that he had to get out of here. A lot of them seemed to be nice until the social workers leave, and, then they decide to ignore him after showing him a room to stay. They needed to put up a front, but, only when people came to visit the homes.

Neal found himself thinking of one of the first families he'd ever had. They actually were genuinely a nice family, and, actually gave a crap about him. But, he had knew that it wouldn't last. Neal had left it behind when he had needed to make a choice, and, it came down to protecting them. He wasn't going to let anything happen to them, and, he was ok with that. Even if he was now stuck in this situation where he was nothing more then a bag of trash or goods that can be traded or thrown away when they take up too much room. This world wasn't a kind one, but, he had accepted that a while ago.

His mind always went back to his time with the Darlings, sadly that wasn't his home now, and, he was here. The Enchanted Forest wasn't his land anymore, and, luckily now neither was Neverland, he was just a kid living in this world without magic. Neal knew that thinking back on that was only going to just end up with more heartbreak and sad thoughts again. Neal just came out of those memories as he began to speak to this woman Ingrid again. “Well some of the parents don't think that way. They just want the money that comes with fostering kids like us.” Neal knew that he wasn't a kid much anymore, but, he had to be called that until he turned 18. According to the system, he wasn't allowed to call himself anything else. But, people never really used the word child when describing him. But, being on Neverland for like 2 centuries, he sadly still looked like a child.

“Alright sounds good to me.” Neal said, as he looked at the woman. He just leant against the table as he took a seat in what he'd found. “Yeah, that's what my social worker said when he brought me here.” Neal kept his tone neutral, trying not to let his feelings show about the whole being rejected so long that he needed to move to another part of the country to do just that. Most of the places he didn't like, but, the rest of them just kicked him out when it suited them, or his usefulness became lacking. Neal didn't know much about the foster parents, but, that's only because they didn't take the time to let him get to know them. And, the kids he was in the homes with never wanted to try and get to know him. “Yeah let's hope.” Neal said, as he noticed her bringing the cookies over. “Well that would be a change I'm sure.” Neal knew that a couple of parents had told him that before, but, he had somehow ended up on the streets anyway, when they had found that another kid needed a house, and, with them being younger they would get the money from them for longer then they would with him, and, he would be the one dumped out. Neal could sense that there was something off about this woman, who didn't seem to want him here, despite the stuff she was saying. He'd been on his own long enough to pick up on the facial expressions from the foster parents.

Neal would give Ingrid a couple of days, before he made up his mind about whether he would runaway from this one or not. He didn't want to have to again, but, if she didn't want him here, he would make both of their lives easier.

Despite sitting at the counter, he had kept his backpack over his shoulders. Neal didn't trust people, especially when he'd only just walked into the house. He took a cookie anyway, but, he gave a soft smile in her direction anyway. “I know. I just... I guess I'm just nervous.” Neal said, looking at her, before he let the straps go, but, kept it on his shoulders for now, not quite sure he was ready to trust just yet.

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 Posted: Aug 28 2017, 06:57 AM
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Ingrid took a bite out of her cookie. This Neal was chatty enough, but what he had to say wasn't exactly positive. It gave her food for thought.

Some people did see fostering as just a business - and so did she, in a way. She couldn't deny that she needed the money and as an ex-Royal she had essentially no practical skills. Jobs at shops was all she was able to do without qualifications or one of these legendary 'diplomas', whatever they were, and it had been hard enough just getting a post as a foster mother. She had no other way of earning a decent living, and that was one of the first shocks she'd had upon coming here. That and asking a confused taxi driver where all the horses were on his seemingly horse-less carriage.

But that was ages ago. Fostering was a business to her, but it was more than that. It was a way of finding her sister. Elsa was lost, and there was nothing she could do about that until she got back to Arendelle and tracked down Rumplestiltskin. And she was going to do that, was ready to give up the hat to do such a thing, until she found that the Apprentice had a one time offer to find Emma. If she could Ingrid would've torn herself in half to find both of them at the same time; it didn't feel right to go after one when one of them was still around. But the magician had made it clear; she would never get a chance again to find Emma. She tried to rationalise it in her head. Emma was the one who was conscious, was out there without parents. Elsa was hopefully blissfully unaware of her own condition - and one thing about Rumplestiltskin was that he wasn't going to let go of his magical possessions without a fight, so in a way Elsa was safe from him. She was doing the right thing by being here.

But that was her old life, and she couldn't reply back to Neal with any of that. That was all for Emma to hear - the Great Rescue and then the happy ending that would follow. And a child from this world couldn't hope to understand all of that, she knew. She would be wasting her breath. So she nodded, and she was silent.

"I'm glad you know. Stealing is against the house rules." "I guess I'm just nervous." "You will be," she said. "That's normal." Unfortunately she'd had enough experience to be able to say that. The kids who came into her care often were nervous - and who wouldn't be? Going to a new place, being told that they were going to live there until they turned eighteen - or until something else happened? It was an uncertain future. Yet had Ingrid been any better off, with her definitely certain future? As a child she had no doubt where and how she was going to end up. She was going to end up queen, and that was the long and short of it - and everything up until that point was in preparation for her reign. Yet that certainty hadn't helped her at all. In fact she'd been even more worried because she knew exactly how her life was going to plan out...or so she'd thought, and so everyone else had thought.

Childhood wasn't easy, even if you didn't have ice powers.

She could relieve some of it for the new arrival, though, and it came to her that she hadn't given him any information. At least, no information that told him anything about the home and what his life was going to be like here. She swallowed. "I should probably tell you about the home, give you a bit of background." She cleared her throat. "I'm Ingrid, like I told you. 'Ma'am' or 'Ingrid' works fine," she reassured him. "I don't have a partner, so it's just me."

She tried to seem neutral about that, without intimating anything. For all her saying childhood wasn't easy kids were cruel, as well, and some had commented on her lack of a partner in the past, tried to make out that she was somehow worse off because of it. In truth Ingrid hadn't had time. When looking after the numbers of kids she was looking after there just wasn't time for anything, much. And beside that - why would she want a husband, a wife or anything inbetween when she had her mind on much bigger things? She was waiting for her sister. Everything else was taken to the side. How could she ever want to go dating when her sister was still -

Ingrid was going off the point. She shifted in her chair. "You're now one of six kids I have here. There's Ella, Leo, Kevin, Sophie and Lucy. Lucy's the eldest, Sophie's been here the longest and you'll be sharing a room with Leo." Much to Leo's chagrin, she thought to herself. God, she hoped that ended up being alright. Kevin would pitch a fit if he had to share a room with anyone and, besides, she wasn't too keen on having Neal stay with Kevin anyway. He had a nasty streak. "Umm..." She nibbled on her cookie, thinking about what else he needed to know. "Lights out is at ten at the very latest. Wake up at seven, school bus comes at eight. Richfield schools starts around eight thirty and end at three." She was going to go on, but then she hesitated. "I'm - I'm afraid I don't remember what grade you were in."

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 Posted: Sep 24 2017, 12:12 AM
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Neal took a bite of the cookie that he had been offered. He didn't really talk all that much to people, since bad experiences meant there was no real point in opening up.

Every foster home he'd been in, he and the other kids had all been seen simply as meal tickets. In the house simply for the money, and, not because they actually cared about any of them. And, yes he understood that people needed money to live, but, there were other ways to do it, as opposed to giving kids false hope of a family, or a permanent place to stay. Heck, he'd found a way to make money the first time he'd run from the system, and, it hadn't involved anything to do with giving kids false hope.

Although that was a long time ago. That freedom was bringing him what he had wanted. But, it was too good to be true. Neal had lost his family a long time ago, his mother had taken off when he was 5, his father had let him go through that portal alone, in order to stay the Dark One, and, keep that power. Neal had been more then happy to give up everything for a chance to be with his father, which is why he had made that deal with him, and, gotten that magic bean. But, that time had long since past, his father hadn't wanted him, and, he'd missed his chance at a family. No-one wanted a teenager around, they all wanted kids that were younger, and, the older kids were always just bounced around until they aged out. Although at the same time, Neal was sure that without him around, his father would continue to manipulate people, or make deals that seem more dangerous, then anything else. And, no-one would have the power to stop him if he needed that.

But, that was the past. His old life. That was just for him, and, his father to know about. He wasn't sure that a woman from this world would even understand that. So it was best to just keep the whole truth about his situation to himself. It would be a waste of time anyway, she probably wouldn't care anyway.

“Noted. That's usually how it works.” Neal said, letting out a soft sigh, before giving a gentle nod. “Guess it is nice to be normal for a while.” Neal knew that he had never really been normal, no matter how much he wanted. Back in the Forest, he had stopped being normal the moment he'd become the son of the Dark One. But, now he was normally just a nervous kid. He was uncertain about what was going to happen anymore. The only thing in his life that was certain was that he stopped being a foster kid, or their problem once he turned 18. Neal had once been so sure of his future, he and his father were going to be a family, and, he would never stopped being loved by him no matter what happened. But, now who even knew anymore? His plan hadn't gone the way he had expected it to, and, now he was in this situation. So he wasn't certain of anything anymore.

Childhood was hard. And, that's without being known simply as the son of the Dark One.

Neal could tell part of it to this woman, but, he would be careful with the story he told. Neal had worked out a story that would make him not seem crazy when it came to how he had ended up alone, leading him to the foster system. But, he had no real information when it came to anything. “Uh sure. Sounds good.” Neal said, before he just listened to the woman tell him about the home, and, how things worked.

That comment about no partner didn't really matter to Neal. He had been raised by a single parent since he was 5, although he also had seen how things had changed there when he had gotten scared. Neal didn't care if they were on their own, with a partner, married, or just having a group of them working together. He had a lot more important things to focus on then whether there was two of them or not. So he didn't really think asking was relevant right now.

Neal came out of his thoughts as he heard the woman speak again. Yet, another place where he didn't have his own room. He supposed he should be used to that. Neal had never really seen any of them as anything besides another boy who he was forced to share his room with. So Leo was his roommates name, he could remember that. And, he was sure that things would be ok, or at least tolerable, since he was sure this place may not last long enough to truly have a connection, just like everywhere else. Neal just kept his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, as he just leant against the counter, and, continued to look at the woman, who continued to explain. So, another new school was on the cards then. That was great. Neal went to take his backpack off, before he heard the woman's next comment, which he had to actually answer, and, in surprise he knocked it over, causing what was inside of it to fall to the floor. “Oh um 9th.” Neal said, before bending down and pushed the contents back in, before picking up his sketch book that had fallen on the floor.


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Maybe the answer to that question was that she just saw fostering to a means to an end too. She was hardly in it for the children themselves. Only for one, very special, child. Ingrid shifted her weight on the chair. Favouritism - something she never thought she’d have. But she brushed the thought away.

Normal. The ex Snow Queen looked to Neal. She wondered what that meant - in a family she supposed. Not hopping from home to home, not bouncing around a care system. Ingrid was careful not to ask what had happened to him before, how he’d got into this. Presumably he hadn’t been born into it. She remembered the first time she had had a foster kid and had mistakenly asked him about his life - she winced now, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment in a little cringe where she sat. She’d learnt since then. People didn’t ask questions - shouldn’t, really. Including her. Instead she just let that comment pass.

But the irony, on the other hand…something crossed over her face. Normal meant something very, very different to her. Little did he know that this was the least normal place he could be right now. But she passed as normal well enough, she thought. Enough to pretend to be one of these people. The ordinaries. The ones without magic. People like Gerda, she thought. How ironic, that she had to live like the sister who disowned her - like her sister’s daughter Anna, even. They’re all the same. Always. They’d hunt her down if they knew. They always did. They didn’t understand. They were jealous. Callous. Suspicious. That wasn’t favouritism - this was different. It was certainly more important, too. The difference between magical and non magical people almost separated them off into different species. They were the wrong ones, the weird ones - even here, in this new, electrical, digitalised world.

She swallowed down her hatred. It was a delicate balance. Magic didn’t work here, so that was one thing - any telltale snowflakes were off the table immediately. Ingrid had missed her magic - and still did - but at least no one saw anything. Not the kids, not the foster care system, not anyone while she was doing the grocery shopping. Without her magic she could feel normal, too; she could blend in with the rest of them. Sometimes even she forgot she had powers, until she remembered the Apprentice’s scroll tucked in a drawer in her room, kept hidden and far from the curious eyes of the kids. Yeah. As long as he didn’t see that, Neal would think this home normal enough. Here’s hoping.

Neal didn’t seem to…react to anything she was saying. He was thoughtful, maybe a million miles away from what she was saying. Ingrid studied him a little before going to nibble on her cookie once more. Maybe he was shy - or tired. Even thinking about tiredness reminded Ingrid of her early start this morning and she went to suppress a yawn. Maybe her newest charge was trying to make a good impression but so was she, after all. Far from the theorising inside her head, that thick line between the ordinaries and the magical people, was the real life she was living - and had to live, right now. "Ninth." She nodded to herself. "That’s alright…"

She was going to go on, but suddenly his backpack dropped to the floor. The noise cut through the hubbub of their discussion. She looked up - only to hear the distinct paddings of feet on floorboards, the other children instead startling at the noise. Still interested in Neal, then. Of course they were. She looked back to Neal only to see that some things had come out of his backpack. "Oh, can I help?" She leant forward - but he’d already got hold of a big book of some kind. She frowned. "What’s that?"

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Neal knew that normal may be a bad choice of words, his life hadn't been normal in a long time, and, it probably never would be again. At least not while he was in the system. He didn't want to think about his past, how he had gotten into this situation. If he focused on it too much, he would just end up making his heart break all over again, and, it'll bring down the walls he had been building up for years. He knew that there were some kids who were born into this situation, but, he wasn't one of them. A part of him just wasn't sure which situation was worse. Never having known your parents, or having memories of them abandoning you. A part of him just hoped that she wouldn't ask him about any of it. Neal just hoped that he wouldn't harp on that too much.

There were certain things Neal would classify as normal, but, Neal could sense when things weren't normal. He had spent the last few months of his time in the Forest with his father surrounded by magic, and, for some strange reason he could sense that partly in here, but, maybe that was just because of what he had grown up with. But, that thought passed just as quickly as it had come. There was nothing like that in this world, they were all just normal. It was exactly what he'd wanted when he had taken that bean to go to this world. Even if something was missing. Or someone. Neal had come to realise that his father hadn't wanted to be normal again. He had just wanted to keep the magic, only because he was afraid of being normal, not feared, which meant that he was forced to live in this situation now. Yes, he had never been with magic himself, but, he didn't want to see it ever again. It had ruined his father, and, had torn him away from one of the last real families he would ever have. And, it had kept him physically looking like a teenager for centuries, trapped in a place cursed with magic everywhere.

But, he quickly swallowed down that hatred, and, shook those images out of his head. Neal seemed to even forget that he was from a place like that, and, he didn't miss it at all. No-one suspected anything luckily, which made his life a lot easier. Not the foster parents, not his social worker, no-one. The thing that usually brought back those memories was the sketch-book which contained all the pictures from that place, and, of the parents that hadn't wanted him. As long as he didn't have to look at that forever, then he would be happy. He could feel normal.

He knew he should react to what this woman was saying, but, his thoughts were drifting in and out, and, also with his walls up, he wasn't really someone to openly communicate with foster parents straight away. Besides the trip from Arizona to Minnesota had taken a lot out of him too, despite the sleep he took in the van up here. He held back a yawn that wanted to come, because he didn't want to seem rude. “Yeah, 9th.” Neal said, giving a soft smile, before hearing the stuff from his bag empty out.

He didn't want anyone to see certain things that were in there, it would show the things that were hinting from where he was really from. Hearing the noise from up above, Neal looked up, and, shook his head, before he just began picking everything up. “Oh, uh sure I guess.” Neal looked at Ingrid, before holding his sketch book in his hands. At the woman's question Neal just looked at her for a moment, before realising it may not hurt to tell her. “Just some sketches that I've done.” Neal decided to try and open up to her a bit more. “You can look if you want”
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Ingrid stooped to pick up some of the things in Neal's backpack, setting them down in the table. But there was one thing he'd already gotten a hold of - a big book. Her hand ghosted by it, skimming it only to find it drawn out of reach. "Oh." She looked at the cover, trying to glean what it was - more out of curiosity than anything else. It was heavy, and if there was one thing that separated out foster children from adopted children it was that foster kids never carried anything heavy. Not without good reason. She looked to the boy, her blue eyes inquiring. "Is that a photo album, Neal?" Some of the other children had those too - if the families they had, or memories of other children in different foster homes. They were important to the kids, she knew that; the rest of their lives were so uncertain. She wouldn't be surprised if it was one.

But it was something else - something else entirely, going off the boy's hesitation. Ingrid inwardly winced. Had she said something again? Something insensitive? She went to say something but the look on Neal's face made her pause. Like he was...deciding something. Making up his mind. And apparently he was. She suddenly looked at the book with more understanding as he revealed what it was and what it held. For once she didn't mind being too off the mark. "Oh - sketches," she echoed, only to look at him with interest as he proposed looking at them. "If you're sure," she said, reaching out for it tentatively - as if he was going to pull it away at any time, as if he was going to change his mind.

She went to open it up, handling it carefully. "You know," she commented, "I used to draw." She looked up to Neal and smiled. "It's something we have in common. It was a hobby of mine too." A very long time ago, granted, but it was one of the few things she'd been able to do in the castle - locked up and out of view of the public. Of her own volition, of course. Her parents had always wanted her out and about, seeing the kingdom and interacting with their subjects. But Ingrid? I couldn't trust myself. Not with her powers. Not with what they could do. So she'd taken to drawing, and reading, and living in the palace library. It was one of the few things she'd done which she could trust herself with - where she wasn't going to hurt anyone. Now it was time to see if she remembered anything about technique.

She turned over the page and looked at what was drawn there. "This looks interesting." She traced a finger over the drawing, as if trying to emulate the pencil strokes, trying to copy the fine lines and the shading. It wasn't a lie, though - it did look good. he wondered if he'd had any lessons at all, or if he'd taught himself. She looked over to the next sketch...and froze.

Staring back up at her was Rumplestiltskin.

The wizard. The wizard from Misthaven - the one her sisters had gone to long ago, desperately in need of help…the memories flashed in front of her and her knuckles went white around the book, suddenly tensing. But when she looked down at the picture she couldn’t lie to herself - and certainly couldn’t pretend that this wasn’t him. She knew that face all too well.

She'd gone quiet - too quiet. “Who’s that, Neal?” Her voice was meant to sound gently inquiring - relaxed, as if the question didn’t matter - but it came out strained instead. Her throat constricted and she felt cold all of a sudden - unbearably cold. She tore her eyes away from the face on the page to meet Neal's, trying to keep her composure. Above all, she had to keep her composure.

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Neal kept his book close to his chest, as he just stood there for a few more moments. “Oh um nothing like that. Well, not in the traditional sense anyway.” Neal said, shrugging with a soft smirk. It held memories the same way as a photo album, but, it was a collection of pictures that he'd drawn. Sketches of anyone who had ever meant anything to him. Memories in their own right.

He was always kind of unsure about whether he wanted to show people this stuff, since he had no idea whether people would appreciate it. But, he paused for a moment, and, actually thought about it this time. Something that he normally didn't do. The sketch-book was one of the most personal things he owned. Neal decided to actually tell her what it was, awaiting her reaction to it. “Yeah, they're personal, but, they're a part of who I am.” Neal slowly moved the sketch-book into Ingrid's hand, being careful with it, telling himself not to change his mind.

Neal put his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, as he stood there, and, just watched her observing it. “Yeah, I guess it is. I don't normally have stuff in common with foster parents.” Art had not only been a connection to his mother for his whole life, but, it also gave him something to do while his father had been strict about not letting him out of the house. There wasn't much to do inside of their small cottage, so he had just pulled out the charcoal and the parchment, and, just started drawing. He had wanted more then anything to leave the cottage, and, attempt to make friends, but, his father had seemed to lock him in there. Scared that he was never going to come back if he left. But, in the end, his father was the one that had left. Kind of ironic really.

Running his hand through his hair, Neal just looked around the house as he let Ingrid look through his book for a moment. “Thanks I guess.” Neal said. Normally he didn't let anybody look at his drawings, but, he was trying to make an effort to open up to the foster parents who actually attempted to be nice to him.

Neal knew that a part of him had been hesitant to even show his own father his drawings by the end. But, a part of him had anyway, because he still loved the man underneath it all. There was proof about that, which he had thought was mutal, until that moment over that portal. That moment had haunted him for more years then he could count.

Hearing Ingrid talk to him again, Neal came out of his thoughts, and, then glanced at the image of that same man. “Oh that's my father.” Neal said, before running his hands up and down his arms nervously. “Honestly I, I forgot that was in there.” Neal did notice the woman's reaction when she asked, but, he didn't really focus on.

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Ingrid was rigid. Absolutely rigid. She had never understood, with her ice powers, what it meant to be cold, to feel a chill or a shiver down her spine. But now she knew. Oh, she knew very well how that felt. That was Rumplestiltskin. Rumplestiltskin, here in the World Without Magic.

And then it all got a lot worse.

"Your father?" she echoed. Father, father, father. It rang around her head like bells, dull before leaping into razor sharp focus. His father! She swallowed, her mouth parting in surprise. No no no, that couldn't be right. She looked to Neal, trying to see some part of the man on the paper's features on his face - her blue eyes searching, looking for some part of him that she could recognise. And then she looked down at the paper again, picking up the book and holding it to the light. She didn't hear the rest, how he wasn't sure how it got there, his awkward glances, the way he seemed to treat the picture like an embarrassing memento. She was seeing one thing and one thing only. "Your father..." But no matter how long she looked at it, no matter how much she tried to morph the features in her head into someone other than the man staring at her off the page...all she saw was the wizard. It was a brilliant likeness. Too brilliant, by someone who clearly knew him very well.

Her mind was racing. Never mind art - people could find her here? People could follow her, from her world into this one? She hadn't even thought about that - not even in the long years here. It had never crossed her mind. She'd had other things going on; her work with the children, keeping an eye out for Emma. And as the years had gone by she'd been engrossed in house maintenance, groceries, the staples of a modern life in this world. Everything from her old life had faded into the background, any thought of anything but the life she was in and why she was here. Portals were rare, weren't they? The ex princess concentrated, trying to remember what the sorcerer's apprentice said so many years ago. He had never said anything about who used portals - only that the one she took would take her to her missing sister. Had he conjured others?

It was like a bad dream, like a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from - just getting worse and worse.

Ingrid remembered the sorcerer, remembered his grand castle and the long hall where he received guests. She remembered walking through with her sisters at her side, looking at the tapestries, the treasures, the intrinsic foreignness of somewhere so far away from home and everything and everyone they knew. But that wasn't the only thing. She remembered him in the frozen castle, too, taking Elsa away from her...the power he held. The Snow Queen wasn't even sure where it came from, what it really did. The Darkness was too vague a word and she couldn't grasp the concept. She just knew even then that this man was powerful, and she had to be wary of what he could do, what lengths he would go to. She'd turned down his proposal to teach her for that reason. Something about it was....off. Of course it was. She learnt that the moment he had taken Elsa away from her.

Of course! That was why his son was here. Did he still want the hat? Oh, Arendelle wasn't a problem - and she knew that Rumplestiltskin didn't care enough about it to come after her if she froze a kingdom. That wasn't the point, that didn't align with his goals. It was their deal, their arrangement for her to bring the hat for the urn. Ingrid's mouth went dry. She'd chosen the apprentice's offer, the offer that she would have both Emma, her new sister, and Elsa reunited to her. It had seemed like the best choice of the time - a chance to have everything she wanted, despite everything. But in the midst of all of that she had forgotten utterly about the Dark One. An angry Dark One, surely after her.

This couldn't be a coincidence. Was this an attempt to bring her to justice somehow? Bring her back to Arendelle?

No! She couldn't! Not now! Not when Emma was so close. Ingrid felt the counter under her nails, the floor under her feet - the house, her home in the middle of a foreign land. Foreign it most certainly was, more foreign than Rumplestiltskin's castle had ever been in comparison, but this was where she had to be now. She was rooted here for the time being. This was where the apprentice said Emma would be! If she got taken back now, if something happened....she wouldn't be around to find Emma. Emma, wherever she was, would go through the foster system and out again without even meeting Ingrid. She'd slip through her hands and be lost to her again, a thousand miles away from the only person she truly belonged with. She couldn't let that happen. She couldn't.

All of this came quickly to her - one thought after the other after the other like dominoes, collapsing every illusion she had ever held about her life here. Her past wouldn't rest. It never would. But there was still the boy in front of her, and she had to deal with him.

And there was one thing they could never, never do.

"Don't say his name," Ingrid said quickly, remembering what had been said about Rumplestiltskin. It had been a long time ago, but it stuck so clearly in her head - him arriving at the frozen castle, taking away her beloved Elsa. And his eyes, that unnatural amber-yellow like a wolf's....almost hypnotising. "Say my name three times and I shall come to you." She didn't know if it worked in the Land Without Magic, but she wasn't going to take the chance. She couldn't meet him, not after she had made her choice. Not when she had to stay here no matter the cost.

If this was his son...that man held her future sister, her niece, in his hands. He still had Elsa. She looked to Neal with new eyes. "Why are you here?" She took him in - a gangly boy, free of mottled, glittery gold skin. But still his son. Still the Dark One's son. Her foster mother act slid away, replaced by...by something far more icy. Eternal. Everlasting. Yet fearful, too, of heat and summer and all things warm. It was just a piece of paper but it meant so, so much more. And all the time the other children were upstairs...realising that, she lowered her voice, keeping her voice down. No one could know. "Tell me," she urged. "Just tell me. Why are you here?"

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Neal kept his hands in the pockets of his hoodie as he just stood there with Ingrid. That picture of his father had brought back the memories he had pushed down for years. Which in a way could be a good thing. It meant he wasn't noticing the woman's reactions to seeing his father's picture.

That man was the one who had left him over that portal, and, dropped him through it alone. Neal, admittedly had hoped it would be a dream, and, that when he woke up he had still been in the cabin with his father, finding a way for them to be together. But, it always had just been him, on the streets or in some alley, desperately hunting for his next meal.

All his time on Neverland had just made that same stuff worse. He had dreamed of his father storming onto that island, rescuing him and taking him home. Those had actually been when his heart had finally felt whole, until the morning had come and he had woken up. On that cave floor, alone. The true reminder of being alone.

Neal suddenly felt his hands that were in his pockets turning into fists. He hadn't felt the anger in years, but, now it was all coming back at once, and, it was something that had been eating him up inside. Neal shook those memories out of his head, not wanting to think about that part of his life, or the memories that came with him. That man was out of his life for good, and, nothing was going to change that.

“What?” Neal asked, even though he knew the truth about that part. Hearing Ingrid's reaction to that comment about his name caused him to raise his eyebrows. He was definitely not sure why she was acting scared. She was acting like the rest of them when they learnt the truth about who his father was. Which was odd, considering no-one knew who his father was in this land. Or wasn't meant to.

Neal raised his eyebrows as he seemed to notice the woman's reaction. The woman's next question left him confused, Neal thought it would've been obvious, but, apparently even this land couldn't help him escape his father. Maybe he was just destined to be known either as the Dark One's son or orphaned lost boy. There was no in between anymore was there? When she asked her question again, Neal figured he should answer it, meaning he would have to talk about the story one more time. “I'm here because my father left me. He wanted something that wasn't his son, and, so I'm in this world alone, while he's... back where we started doing his thing there.” Neal then stood there looking down as he found the sadness escaping him. “He broke our deal.” Neal said, as he sat down on the ground with his arms wrapped around himself.

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