RP: Al, Snape Who: Al, Snape Where: Hogwarts When: February 11, 2025 Rating/Warnings: Summary:Per mum's advice, Al attempts to find a location more appropriate for touching
Dad was better, so Al could leave the Infirmary because watching over someone only made sense when they weren't watching you back.
He began a trek down the stairs to Severus' personal library. The Compendium hadn't seen Al for awhile. Al just hoped that there wouldn't be papercuts involved. At least Al's spiders were not nearly as demanding when left to their own devices, even Septimus was content with a pair of old boots to groom and bootlaces to braid.
Al also wanted to see Severus, though certain prior events made Al wary of trying to do so in public, and made him paranoid after wondering what others might infer from even a couple of crossed stares.
Al didn't want to be scrutinized, and he didn't want to be noticed. Not with this. For once, he wanted to turn his back to the world and shield the pages of this particular book from over-the-shoulder glares surely attracted only by the centerfold moving pictures and completely ignoring the text that came before.
Al looked twice both ways for the presence of onlookers before knocking.