Alex Weasley (notyourfred) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-06-20 09:58:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 06, character: fred alex weasley, character: remus lupin, character: severus snape |
RP: Alex and Remus and Snape. Oh my.
Who: Alex Weasley, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape
Where: Corner of the courtyard
When: 20 June, after breakfast
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Alex tries to process it all and come up with a Ravenclaw plan.
You didn't really need parents at Hogwarts. Not like you did at home, not with the magic and the elves. There was plenty of space to do what you needed to do and be alone if you needed to. Well, there was now, now that he'd learnt his lesson about seeking his own alone time and not going along with anyone else. The short time he'd spent plastered to the Headmaster's ceiling had shown him that. It hadn't even been his idea to go there, and he hadn't been doing anything! He hadn't even touched anything, save that stupid purring book that Albus had pushed into his hands...
Alex turned down most of breakfast, instead taking a cup of coffee and a handful of toast, and headed for the side door and the courtyard. Most people were doing breakfasty things, or morning things, and maybe it would be a good time to figure himself out. He found a spot of grass near the corner and sat, bag at his side, toast in one hand, coffee propped on his knee.
He'd slept fitfully, dreams bringing him images of his sister on the floor of the train, his father's warm chuckle and hug, a promise to work side by side when school was out.
Gone. It was all gone. His home, and his mother. His father's shop, and his job. His sister. And now Dad... Just when they'd started to actually get along. No, just when they'd started to actually like each other. Alex had hoped they could even be something like friends, now that they'd found things in common and realised what could be lost...
Now it was too late. And here he was, a single person among many, a strange boy among 'normal' children, being looked after by their mothers and fathers. A small group moved by where he sat led by a smiling woman, and Alex wished for a moment that he was young enough to go with them, to study and play with his friends...
Alex finished one piece of toast, then opened his bag, reaching inside and feeling around for his book. He set the coffee aside to search more properly, finally upending the contents onto the grass and going through them one by one. They certainly fit into his bag better once he'd sorted them, but his book wasn't there. There were other books, certainly, but this one was special. Experimental thoughts on experimental spells and his father had challenged him to relate them to Wheezes, and come up with a theory, and how could he do it without that book? Without the book his father had given him... The last gift he'd given him, save the tiny golden key that now hung around his neck like a talisman.
The book that lay in Snape's personal research haven. Alex's jaw tightened as he thought of the disaster of his attempted trip to the library. What the hell had Albus been thinking, taking him there? One hand moved to rub absently at the back of his head where a tender spot reminded him of how hard the Headmaster's ceiling was, and his thoughts turned to the dark, uncertain walk back to someplace safe. He was sure the elf had doubled back a time or two; his foot had tripped on the fringe of the same rug twice, he thought, but it wasn't like he'd ever remember where he'd been anyway. Or that he'd try to go back. He might be odd, but he wasn't stupid, no matter what Snape believed.
God, Dad. What am I supposed to do?