Who: Older!Po and Al What: Arriving! Where: The Manor When: The weeeeee hours of the morning on June 11th. Rating: PG13 at most, and that's only for language but it might just be PG Status: Started in GDocs and continued here...
WHO: Albus Severus & Polaris WHAT: Surprise! WHERE: Malfoy Manor WHEN: Day of Po’s Aging. RATING: PG
It wasn’t uncommon for Al to spend the night at the Manor even during the school week. He liked living with his brother, but Jamie had his own life and sometimes Al got lonely. He was accustomed to living in a dorm. During holidays, he lived with his parents and siblings, but spent plenty of time sleeping over Scorpius’ place too. He didn’t always need people around. In fact, he often needed time to escape. However, when things went wonky? He liked being around the people he loved. Sometimes he visited his parents, but things had been awkward lately, and his father aging to eleven didn’t help matters. Al was just trying to keep his head above water and be there for whoever needed him.
He had writer’s block. He couldn’t draw anything either. He meant it when he said he felt numb. He needed his feelings for his creativity as bonkers as they also made him sometimes. However, he knew trying to force the matter wouldn’t help. He just needed to give it time. The ideas always returned. Thinking he just needed a mental break, he visited his family at the Manor and ended up, as he usually did when he visited, crashing in one of their guest rooms. He woke up in time for school and headed for the loo.
Polaris has just been at a Bachelorette party for one of her school friends, Miranda. The girl had been two years older than her, but they had managed to keep in touch Po’s last two years of school and beyond. She had been about 3 games into beer pong, while simultaneously being bought shots left and right by the many men of the club who seemed to want to get in on the girl’s action. However they weren’t super interested, and really the only reason they kept them around was for the free drinks. Perhaps it was cruel, but it helped out Po’s pocketbook a lot. She had been sitting at a table, waiting for her next go around when she dozed off for a moment. Or she must have, anyway, because when she woke up she was in a completely unfamiliar setting, complete with random dog at the foot of her bed.
Still quite tipsy from the evenings activities, she wondered if she really had too much and one of her friends at the party brought her to their house. There were a couple girls there that she had never met before that Miranda had made fast friends with at her job out of Hogwarts, and it could explain the strange bed. Though the animal? Who knew. Working her way out from under the covers she half fell half landed on the floor, giggling a bit to herself. Hopefully no one was awake to hear her struggle. Getting on her feet she moved over to a window, looking out at the surrounding area. What she could see in the dark didn’t look at all like anywhere she had been before, and she frowned internally at the thought. “Well shit,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head and stumbling her way to the door. Maybe Miranda was here and could explain.
Walking down a long hallway and into a giant dining room, she looked slightly flabbergasted. This kind of… looked like the Manor. What the hell. Her drunken mind was even more confused as she wondered how she ended up at the Malfoy family home.But she could make out a figure not far from her about to traverse down another hallway, though strangely enough said figure looked very familiar from behind.
“Oi, hello you. Can you please tell me where I am? I think I got brought here after the party and like… I’m not exactly sure where here is, you know?”
Al had his hand on the doorknob when he felt something -no someone- stumble out behind him. He followed, but kept a few paces. He recognized Po, but she seemed taller, even from a distance. When he finally reached her and she turned around, it was all he could to do to keep from groaning. Great, here they went again. “Po, it is me,” he said. He sounded tired, but not because he was sleepy. “Al. Or Uncle Al, I guess, since I assume you forgot all about this place and are a little shocked to see your eighteen year old uncle standing here?” He wasn’t being cruel, just frank. “Are you alright? You look...do you need something to drink? Eat?” He imagined she knew her way around the Manor even in her new form, but still. He obviously had the upper hand on knowing what the heck was going on. He could at least offer breakfast.
“Eighteen?” she repeated, cocking her head to the side a bit and taking in Al’s appearance. He was right on the mark that she had forgotten… this place? Where in the hell was here? And holy shit her uncle was like… the same age as her! “This is the Manor, right? But wha..” trailing off, a bout of dizziness took over and she shook her head to rid herself of the feeling. Her feet might have stumbled the slightest bit, and she gave her uncle a sheepish look. “Please don’t judge me right now,” she muttered, “I was just at a bachelorette party before coming to… here… things are still a little fuzzy.”
Nodding thought a bit too enthusiastically at his mention of breakfast, she looked around towards the windows and the still dark, barely turning sky outside. “You sure you want to offer me something like that? It’s not even light outside and drunk me requires a hefty amount of bacon grease in the system as a hangover remedy,” she said in a slightly dramatic fashion, patting her stomach to demonstrate she wasn’t kidding.
Al got drunk once and got horribly sick. After that, he pretty much avoided alcohol. It didn’t taste that great anyway. He wondered about the appeal. “Bacon grease?” He tilted his head like a confused puppy. “How could that possibly work?” It sounded like it would just make things worse. “Well, maybe we have ginger ale,” he suggested. “I am not sure how to just...get bacon grease.” He could barely cook as it was.