InsaneJournal

Albus was a chronic worrier. He was coming to terms with that even as he chewed on his lip and stared at his open journal, half-waiting for someone’s handwriting to scrawl out a ‘HELP!’ to justify his fears.

Journal stalking and paranoia aside, Al thought everyone else should be doing the same thing. Voldemort being back was something to be concerned over. He was school-age and in Slytherin House and Al really had no idea what to do.

Normally he trusted in professors and vaguely trusted in the Ministry to make the right decision, but this time it seemed terribly wrong and like something even an infant could have made a better decision about.

Al’s frown deepened as he twitched to the next page, scanning down it for an entry that he might want to access.

Nothing. Nowhere did it say anything about any mayhem or carnage magically appearing with Tom Riddle.

Al would give his left arm for the Marauders Map right now. It was killing him to not have a better way to know where he was. Even if it was likely that he was back in his room.

Greengrass. Greengrass would be able to check.

Greengrass made it a point to not talk to him.

Al sighed and rubbed at his temples. This was endlessly ridiculous and bad for his nerves.

Wait. Did Greengrass even share a dorm with Riddle? Probably not. He didn’t share one with Black.

“Aaaaaaaaaaargh.”