Albus S. Potter (blueseaweed) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-04-27 21:44:00 |
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Current mood: | sad |
Albus & Arianna
WHO: Albus Severus & Arianna Dumbledore
WHERE: One of the town roads.
WHAT: Al is on a bike ride.
WHEN: Early Saturday evening.
RATING: PG
Albus knew his thirteen-year-old self had been in the village longer than his current one, but he could not remember any of that time. His friends and family filled him in, but their memories read like tales about another person. Oh, he knew they were right. Everything sounded exactly like him right down to latching on to people he would never know at home. He never admitted hearing the stories saddened him. They told him he wanted to be older when he was here before, but now he wished he were younger. It was strange being the same age as Jamie, but it was downright horrible being the same age as his dad. Harry's frantic entry made Albus long to run and hug him, but he held back in a way he knew his younger self would not. Now? He regretted it. He did not contact Harry in the next days. He saw him writing to others, but he did not comment, not even on Nana Lily's writing. It was too hard. He did not want to scare Harry off. Not having an uncle or aunt was different. He could not handle it if Harry did not want him around. Albus loved his mother, of course, but Harry had always been the one he needed most.
James said he was going to visit Autumn so Albus set off on his own. He considered going to Scorpius and Lily, but neither of them had contacted him either. Maybe they were busy. He did not want to bother them. He considered going to Evan and Bellatrix, but what if Kirley was there? Al understood he could not be with Bellatrix because she had stuff to deal with, but part of him still thought Kirley was just more interesting. It was that way with most girls anyway. He was too naive, too flighty, and too...Albus Severus Potter. Maybe, if he was honest, part of the appeal of Dark Magic involved feeling cool.
He did not feel cool then. He felt stupid.
His stomach grumbled. Maybe he would head to the teashop for a snack. He had his notepad with him so he could jot down thoughts. The only good thing with feeling so off? It got the creative juices flowing.