albus potter does not listen to his own advice (asssp) wrote in advenarpg, @ 2010-01-02 02:52:00
WHO: Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy WHAT: In which the truth finally comes out RE: the Kiss, Scorpius' "sexual history", various Feelings, and OTHER THINGS. WHEN: Backdated to the morning of January 1st 1002; a.k.a. VERITASERUM DAY, BITCHES WHERE: The Palace Library. Because Albus Potter has precisely one hiding place. RATING/STATUS: TBD/In progress
Albus Potter had never been dosed with Veritaserum before, but after the guards had stopped him on his way to the morning's classes, it hadn't taken very long for him to suspect that he was under the potion's influence. And his suspicion was confirmed when the guards asked him who he thought would bring harm to the Kingdom, and Albus found himself entirely unwillingly placing Albus Dumbledore on par with the Lestranges when it came to threatening the King's rule. He believed it was true, obviously, but Dumbledore was one of the few people in the town that Albus thought might actually be able to get them all back to when they came from, and without the presence of the compelling potion in his blood, he'd never have said anything that could have gotten the man thrown in a dungeon. However, Albus' worries about what he'd said to the guards abruptly ceased when he came to the immensely obvious realization that he was now under the influence of truth serum for who knew how long, and was about to attend classes with Scorpius Malfoy. And Albus, who had enough trouble attempting (and failing) to behave normally around Scorpius without the aid of Veritaserum, had no doubt that, somehow, the stupid truth about the stupid kiss and his even more stupid feelings would come out if he went to today's lessons.
And so Albus Potter, who had never skipped a class in his life, turned straight back around and headed for the Library.
He was wracked by a minor fit of paranoia on the way there, but managed to convince himself that he could just say he hadn't been feeling well and thought he might have come down with something contagious. Besides that, Albus doubted that the King or his guards would be paying very much attention to classes today, what with all the interrogation going on. Once he entered the Library, Albus felt better immediately, quickly coming to the conclusion that his decision to skip classes just this once had, indeed, been the right one. In addition to the calm that just seemed to emnate from the looming shelves and the smell of ink and old parchment, the Library represented safety to Albus, odd as it was. There was a sort of unspoken agreement that no one spoke to him there (though said agreement mostly stemmed from the fact that not many could be bothered to search for him among the stacks), and solitude was something he desperately needed, today of all days. Veritaserum was more or less Albus' own personal hell, not because he was a compulsive liar - though he seemed to be doing more and more lying these days - but because he was an extremely private person, and being forced to tell the truth to essentially anyone and everyone who asked was the worst violation he could ever imagine.
Preparing for what he thought was going to be a long, non-stressful day of solitude, Albus selected a volume on British magical history and sunk down to the floor to read it, his back resting against the spines of texts recounting everything from Goblin Wars to the rise of the French Ministry of Magic.