RP: James Sirius, Albus Severus, Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter
Who: Jamie, Al, and Open When: after dinner, March 15 Where: Out by Hagrids hut and What: The Potter Boys Arrive
Albus hated his birthday. For one thing it was never actually about him. It was about the family, and a reason for all twelve billion of them to gather and laugh and be loud and everywhere and somehow always turn it back around to how much of a disappointment he actually was. Maybe not in those exact words, but it was always there. In his grandmother's thin lipped smiles, in his mothers quiet dismissal. In the bottle after bottle that his father couldn't stand to be without. And inevitably they'd all pair off with each other, maybe in groups, maybe not. Probably a Quidditch match in the burrow garden. And Albus would sit alone on the porch and wonder why he'd even bothered to come. It wasn't like anyone would even notice that he wasn't there.
But Jamie had arrived on his doorstep, and Al still loved his brother. So with grudging reluctance he'd put on his jacket and followed his brother to the door.
"Can't I just tell them I'm sick," he grumbled. "They can have just as fun a party without me."