Kenny McCormick and 7 years of train rides. (South Park in Hogwarts.)

Coming out.

It's been months, months, with no laughter from Kenny. He's constantly buried in a book about our investigation or some different spell. He's so far... broken up with like four girls, all of which have been one off's apparently, this not including Bebe because Bebe broke it off because 'I'm sure it's not good to have a girlfriend while grieving, I'm your friend through this though.'

It all feels so damn empty with Kenny joking about something.

"You're here again?" I ask.

He is sat in the room of requirements, reading a book, looking too tired to process.

"Oh hi," He says.

I sigh and sit next to him.

"Kenny," I start.

I put his book down.

"We're your friends and that's why we're saying that it's okay to grief but do understand that you're alive. They are not but you are. So please, stop this. Get some sleep before I'm forced to Imperio your ass to sleep," I say.

He sighs.

"You don't understand," he says.

"No, I do," I say.

"You're not in a place where your brother and you will most likely have to take care of your little sister, Wendy," he says.

I sigh.

"This is about Karen?" I ask.

"She's twelve, thirteen soon. While I'm 15, my brother is 17, 18 by summer. We have always been from very shit situation but never this shitty. She's nowhere near educated in nearly anything and I'm scared that's going to have to be me teaching her," Kenny says.

I nod along.

"And I.... I just don't know if I'm honestly enough," he says.

He starts crying. I take him into a hug.

"I'm so sorry this is happening to you, Ken, I really am. But please... the way you are dealing with this will leave you dead," I say.

He rolls his eyes.

"We are grateful that you care enough for us to try to figure out the prophecy and all that but honestly... I'm more concerned with your mental health than the stupid thing right now," I say.

He nods.

"How are you so damn smart?" He asks.

"I don't know, somehow," I say.

I take his hand.

"What I know is... you can't let go now. You're so strong and if you are going to spiral down, I would much rather see you spiral any other way," I say.

Kenny sighs.

"I just can't find myself think about this from your approach, at all. I need to figure it out. I need to, Wendy," he says.

"What do you mean need? You have some time and us," I say.

"Wendy. Put two and two together. If this really happened like we think... there are going to be more until it gets stopped," he says.

I roll my eyes.

"Sh. We can figure that out easily ones you're not like this," I say.

I look down. Can't believe I'm actually doing this.

"Just sleep," I say.

I put a pillow on my feet.

"You really need sleep," I say.

Kenny rolls his eyes and I literally smash his face on my leg with the pillow.

"Now," I say.

Surprisingly, as soon as his head hits the pillow, he seems to not object to the idea anymore. Is he actually this tired? Poor thing has been going through too much in his life.

"Sleep, please," I say.

He slowly closes his eyes, his breathing becomes softer within seconds. There is some kind of sleepiness listening to it brings. How can this boy, who suffers from panic attacks and is currently risking all parts of his own health, somehow be so calming?
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"Thought I would find you here," Kyle says.

I slowly rise my head. Kenny doesn't even make a single move.

"Oh shit. I didn't mean to-," I start.

Kyle laughs.

"Don't worry about it. You've been super worried for him for the last couple of days, you deserve to have a little sleep, Wends," he says.

He looks at the sleeping Kenny.

"Gotta say. He looks very calming when he is asleep," he says.

"Oh I noticed that too. I literally don't understand how that's possible. He fucking breathes in a calming way when he's sleeping," I say.

Kyle nods.

"He does," he says.

He closes his eyes for a short moment. Not a sleepy gesture. I've noticed he does it when he tries to desperately find the right words.

"What are you gonna say?" I ask, smiling.

He rolls his eyes.

"Nothing," he says.

I wink at him.

"You can tell me!" I say.

Kyle sighs and takes his head in his hands.

"I might be gay or bi or something," he says.

"What's got you thinking that way?" I ask.

"Before I went out with Liz, I thought the way I felt about guys was close friendship... but... I had the same feeling with Liz that I had with some guys and that just kinda made me put two and two together. I did like her, I knew that. So I must like these guys too," Kyle says.

I look between Kenny and him.

"Yeah," he mutters.

"Anyone else then?" I ask.

"I kinda missed my chance on Stan. Don't worry, I wouldn't ever, you and I are too good friends," Kyle says.

I nod along.

"That's fine, really is," I say.

He sighs.

"I just feel like... how did I manage to hide it from myself for so long?" He asks.

I laugh.

"It's possible. It has happened a lot," I say.

He nods.

"And summer is going to come around soon," he says.

I nod along.

"Doesn't that feel weird to you? Next year is O.W.L.S," he says.

I nod.

"It is. Kenny literally pointed out that he is fifteen now. Two years and he is an adult," I say.

"Me too. Mine was in May," he says.

"I know. It's just... so weird. We've known for four years now," I say.

Kyle nods.

"It's interesting," he says.

I nod as well.