RP: Al, Peter Who: Al, Peter Where: Hogwarts, second floor When: evening, February 20, 2025 Rating/Warnings: Summary: Al finds himself talking to a suit of armour
"Hello," he said to it as he passed by. Severus wasn't in the lab so he must be in the office, but the office was all the way up the stairs and Al already ran through enough corridors. It was logical to take a brief break here, at the suit of armour's pointy metallic boots.
He peered up and adjusted his own glasses, looking at a familiar, speccy face from a different angle. It was a good listening face. So Al found himself talking of nonsense things, to clear his mind of the stench of smoke or ash in grandmother's hair or his own aimless day at Shell Cottage.
He talked for quite awhile.
"... and then the Fighter struck out against the lich - he was brilliant at it, by the way, all sword and bravery and speed. Um, I should say that only three experience points kept him from levelling up, and as we all learned that night, nothing stood between Peter and level nine!"