RP: Al, Severus Who: Al Potter, Severus Snape Where: Alford house, Al's closet bedroom, then Hogwarts When: Late evening, June 4, 2025 Rating/Warnings: Not work-safe Summary: Al falls asleep alone, then he wakes up
Severus had plans, so Al spent the day with the garden and with the books and with Scor, who had no plans other than mentioning his Dad's birthday again and asking Al about confusing concepts like eternal love and friendship and somesuch emotional and vague notions, that any other individual in this world seemed to inherently comprehend.
Al vowed to review the dictionary for the additional definitions, if future questions arose, which he strongly suspected they would.
He Apparated to Hogwarts gates once and asked an elf if Severus was back yet (no), and whether his spiders ventured out from beneath the bookshelves (twice), and then went back to his own bedroom, settled in with a book, and then - some time later - settled in with a pillow for the night.
He was rather surprised to be awoken, what seemed to be several hours into the night, by a sudden pop and a hand on his back. Severus was with him, and he said something, and Al mumbled something back, but the rocky swirling tunnel of Apparation didn't suck them into itself on Severus' command until Al was coherent enough to point out the location of both, his glasses and his wand, and was awake enough to slip his arm over Severus' shoulder.
Only back in Severus' bedroom, in the blue light of canopy lamps, did he blink at the odd shoulder pads and the turban on Severus' head. "Nice goatee," he smiled and leaned forward to smellnuzzletaste this new development for future comparison.
The curl of it was strangely soft against his lips and smelled of something exotic.