RP: Albus & Albus Who: Albus Dumbledore & Albus Potter When: April 18, early evening Where: Fourth floor corridor What: Meetings and rogue experiments
Albus was sat in one of the deep windowsills on the transfiguration corrisor, his back against the wall and the evening light staining the side of his face. Outside, the day had given way to the softer evening, creating streaks of colour amongst the low hanging clouds.
Albus needed the light - the windows in his room and even his old classroom, where he had 'set up shop', so to speak, faced the wrong way, and the light there was mostly shadows. Not right at all. Creasing his brow, Albus shifted uncomfortably on the stone sill, tucking one long leg beneath him as he turned the shallow wooden bowl in his hand towards the light. There was something sat in the bottom of the dish. Something small and dull and dark, about the size and shape of a lump of coal from the bottom of the grate.
With a frown, Albus pulled his wand from where it rested behind his ear, giving the lump a tentative poke. It seemed to make a half hearted crackling noise, but nothing else changed. Biting back a very un-professor-like word, Albus let his auburn head fall back against the wall with a dull thud.
What had gone wrong this time?
Almost irritably, he gave his failed experiment one last jab with his wand, not even paying proper attention as his mind wandered back towards the chalkboard in his classroom. Which would turn out to be a mistake. With a (surprisingly angry) hiss, the piece of old lead bounced up and flew, furiously and at great speed, along the length of the corridor.
The swear finally escaped Albus' lips as he bounded to his feet and sprinted after it in a mess of long limbs and red hair. He was vaguely aware of footsteps coming the over way, and managed to shout out just in time to give the unsuspecting newcomer fair warning of the speeding missile.