Albus Severus Potter (bp_albusseverus) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-09-12 15:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 09, character: albus potter, character: severus snape |
RP: Severus, Al
Who: Severus, Al
Where: Hogwarts Bell Tower A, 1st Floor, the rooms with the Suit of Armor in front of them
When: 12 September, 2025
Summary: A quiet Sunday
As Al polished Dad's broom on Sunday, he assessed that the jar of Fleetwood's High-Finish Handle Polish was more than halfway empty.
He hmphed. At the time it seemed like a prudent idea to waste supplies to ensure safety, but at the moment he just peered at the jar and rationed a small portion of clear goop, less than the amount of toothpaste Al usually placed on the toothbrush in the morning, and set to scrubbing the handle until he could see his own reflection in it, sternly regarding him back.
Inexcusable, yes. Al resolved to be even more cautious about his supply waste in the future. Perhaps he could take notes with lines pressed closer together at work so it wasted less paper.
As he went to put the Polish back on the shelf, Al tread carefully around the Compendium, lightbathing next to the window. The grouchy book was never the same to him since it was torn apart and put back together. It turned its pages up at Al and snapped its bookmark. Only occasionally, it allowed the spiders to join it in the daylight.