Who: Albus Potter, Isabella Barbary Where/When: The Kitchen/Right before curfew Rating: PG Summary: Albus and Bella meet in the kitchens to talk.
He hoped Bella wasn't too terribly upset. For some reason, her want to "figure things out" worried him terribly. He sighed, trying to exhale everything negative he felt in one breath, but Albus couldn't help but be somewhat nervous. This time, it wasn't the jumpy, hollowed, delicious, nervous that he felt around the girl, it was the nervous unrest he felt sometimes when she wasn't around. It was all very troubling, and he couldn't seem to make it desist.
His hand reached and tickled the pear on the threshold to the kitchens, and he slipped in silently, walking over to a clean countertop and sitting on a stool. He sat there, awaiting Bella and thinking about what he could say to her. He was so impossibly angry at everything going on, her being sick, her father upsetting her, now, being verbally attacked.
It wasn't fair, and he hated it. Albus wished he take everything less then perfect in her life and get rid of it. Though, he didn't think it was that easy.