A Pterodactyl Is NOT a Dinosaur!

Humberto grinned. “Perfect– there’s this nice buffet place that hasn’t kicked me out yet for eating a lot– uh we could… go there?”

To say Humberto was nervous would be an understatement honestly. He never really had the chance to date people honestly. His first kiss was Jeanne– but they never officially went on dates. He went to prom with Anya but they ended up just friends… and he never actually went on a date with a guy, yet.

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Humberto stood there awkwardly as Vic talked to Santo, fidgeting with his hands. “I mean– yeah– I uh– i think you’re cute, thought so since the game but I wasn’t really– well– out then.” He kicked a small pebble. “Do you wanna… get dinner or see a movie or go to a meusem or– something?” He gave Vic a nervous smile. “I want to get to know you better.”

Vic swallowed. It’s not that he’d never been asked out, or even dated someone. But it had been a while, and when he was last in the dating game a lot of it was just guys into him because he was a) a mutant or b) an X-man. This didn’t seem to be the case right now.

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Well that didn’t work… Maybe a blunter approach would work. “What– No– What I meant to do was well– I was trying to flirt with you.” Humberto didn’t think that he could even leave the academy… Even though it felt like it had practically fallen apart after his death.

Humberto nodded. “I mean- Mr. Allen, Dr. Snow and Cisco all smell slightly different- Mr. Allen smells like a metahumans, but there’s… I dunno he smells like electricity, I guess. Dr. Snow smells like cold air, and Cisco… I don’t know what Cisco smells like, but it’s different.”

Humberto paused, gasping a bit before nodding. “That’s why you can smell people like I can,” he said softly, before grinning at Julian. “That’s amazing Julian- you could use it all the time as a CSI… I mean Mr. Allen’s a cool CSI- but how can someone who runs fast be late all the time? Anyways- you could probably use it to determine time of death- you could find out who did the crime because their scent is there… that’s awesome,” Humberto said with a bright grin, remembering to keep his voice down.

Humberto began eating some chips, swinging his legs a little bit as he thought. “Julian what do you turn into?” He asked in a hushed whisper.

Julian takes a deep breath, his eyes moving to look out the window for a long moment as he, too, munches on a chip, considering how best to answer Humberto’s question.

“I admit, I have done that, but you always need proof that someone was there, and my sense of smell doesn’t count as such.” He turned a smile to the young boy, then leaned over the table again to speak very, very quietly.

“Un hombre lobo, Humberto. That’s what I turn into.” Bloody hell he hoped he wouldn’t terrify him too much with that information. “I’ll tell you more about it later if you like.” He added, leaning back once more.

Humberto went quiet when Julian told him he was a werewolf. “Neat!” He said in his child like innocence. “I’d love to learn more... I like the way you explain things to me.”

Humberto swung his little legs, stuffing his face with chips as he let his curiousity run rampant in his own mind. He paused for a long while.

Humberto nodded, setting his menu down as he decided. Thankfully they were not close to any humans. He then grabbed the tortilla chips on the table and poured himself some salsa.

Humberto frowned but nodded. “… Julian is this why you don’t smell like other humans?”’he asked quietly. “I mean- mr. Allen, Dr. Snow, and Cisco all smell different from normal humans, but you don’t even smell like them.”

He shut up when the waitress came over. She smiled. “What are y’all having tonight?” She asked sweetly, pulling out her notebook. “Can I have a steak fajita please?” Humberto asked and the waitress grinned. “Why of course honey- thank you for using your manners little guy,” she said, before turning to Julian. “What will you have hun?”

Julian smiled up at the waitress. “I’ll have the same, actually, please. That sounds delicious.” The meat sounded delicious more than anything, and he made certain to use his own manners to continue setting a good example for Humberto. He thanked her before she walked off, then turned his attention back to the boy he had taken in.

“That is why, yes. You smell differently from them, too.” He had to assume it was because of Humberto’s abilities. Where as Allen’s, Cisco’s and Cait’s powers were all more or less elemental based, Humberto’s were primarily animalistic. Just like Draco being a werewolf.

Humberto paused, gasping a bit before nodding. “That’s why you can smell people like I can,” he said softly, before grinning at Julian. “That’s amazing Julian- you could use it all the time as a CSI... I mean Mr. Allen’s a cool CSI- but how can someone who runs fast be late all the time? Anyways- you could probably use it to determine time of death- you could find out who did the crime because their scent is there... that’s awesome,” Humberto said with a bright grin, remembering to keep his voice down.

“I know I didn’t have to- but this is the gift I said was going to be late on our anniversary,” Humberto said, giving Xavin a grin. He slipped it out of his bag, handing it to Xavin. It was an invisiblity cloak, one manufactured by a wizard, so it wasn’t as good as the one made by Death. “Like it?”

Humberto nodded, frowning as he looked down on the table. “I just- you’re really nice Julian- and I didn’t want her to upset you… and- I got really angry, I don’t like people like her,” he said with a sigh.

Humberto shook his head and began looking over the menu. Something that Julian said was bugging him… but what was it? He frowned lightly, thinking to himself. Technically he would normally order off the kids menu, but he ate a lot for a kid his age. “Can I have a steak Fajita?” He asked Julian, looking up at the man.

Then, it hit Humberto. Julian heard the lady… that must mean- “Julian- are you a metahuman?” Humberto asked in a hushed whisper, not wanting to reveal Julian if he was one. “You said you heard the lady- but she was too far away for a human to hear.”

“You can have whatever you want, little love,” Draco said, smiling over the menu before going back to perusing his own. He’d almost decided what he wanted when Humberto spoke up again and Julian felt as if his heart had almost stopped. Oh Merlin.

He put the menu down and looked at Humberto with wide eyes for a moment. “I—” he shook his head. He knew he needed to tell Humberto eventually. He couldn’t keep having the boy stay with Caitlin or Barry or Iris or Joe or whomever every full moon.

Humberto frowned but nodded. “... Julian is this why you don’t smell like other humans?”’he asked quietly. “I mean- mr. Allen, Dr. Snow, and Cisco all smell different from normal humans, but you don’t even smell like them.”

Humberto, from spending time with Julian, was slowly developing a french accent of his own, but that didn’t bother him too much, nor did he notice. “I like it being called a flat, it sounds nicer,” Humberto said. “A maisonette sounds fancy too.”

Humberto climbed into the passenger seat. He grinned at Julian and buckled up. He looked at his hair from the side mirror. He wanted to make it blue… maybe he would later.

When they got to the restaurant, the hostess had been a little rude… Julian wouldn’t have been able to hear it, but Humberto had heightened senses, so he heard the girl say “if people are gonna come to our country, they should speak our English.” Humberto squeezed Julian’s hand tightly, his teeth grit in anger. Then, the glass near the hostess shattered, for no reason. The hostess jumped, and quickly got Julian and Humberto to their table, which was a booth in the corner. Humberto sat across from Julian.

“… I’m sorry about the glass- she was saying bad things about you- I couldn’t- I cloudn’t help it.”

“I know, I heard,” Julian said, settling into the booth. He shrugged. “I’ve learned to ignore it, Humberto. Sometimes it’s best to ignore these things, or you might have more breaking around you.” He smiled softly.

He hadn’t been at all surprised by the shattering glass. One more reason he wanted to write to Headmistress McGonagall. Humberto was twelve, he would be a year behind in his studies, but either Draco could tutor him over the summer before he started classes, or he could just start a little late. Whichever McGonagall thought best, he supposed.

Humberto shook his head and began looking over the menu. Something that Julian said was bugging him... but what was it? He frowned lightly, thinking to himself. Technically he would normally order off the kids menu, but he ate a lot for a kid his age. “Can I have a steak Fajita?” He asked Julian, looking up at the man.

Humberto was surprised at hearing what happened to Julian… his mind went wild with the possibilities, but he was glad Julian was trusting him with even the vague idea. He gave Julian a small smile back and sniffled, wiping his eyes. “Okay, Julian,” he said quietly, squeezing Julian’s hand as he nodded.

“Julian? Why does Mr. Allen call the flat an apartment and you call it a flat?” He asked as he walked by Julian’s side, still holding his hand.

Julian chuckled as they headed down to the parking lot and to his car. “Because I’m British, and Allen is American. Americans call it an apartment. Brits call it a flat. If our front door opened directly outside, instead of a corridor like it does, it would be called a maisonette,” he explained.

Humberto climbed into the passenger seat. He grinned at Julian and buckled up. He looked at his hair from the side mirror. He wanted to make it blue... maybe he would later.

When they got to the restaurant, the hostess had been a little rude... Julian wouldn’t have been able to hear it, but Humberto had heightened senses, so he heard the girl say “if people are gonna come to our country, they should speak our English.” Humberto squeezed Julian’s hand tightly, his teeth grit in anger. Then, the glass near the hostess shattered, for no reason. The hostess jumped, and quickly got Julian and Humberto to their table, which was a booth in the corner. Humberto sat across from Julian.