Zacharias Smith (bloodyfantastic) wrote in lockewood, @ 2011-05-13 13:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | albus dumbledore, zacharias smith |
Who: Zach and Albus
Where: Albus's cottage
When: Friday, May 13th
What: Zach is a mysterious mystery
Status/Rating: Completed! / low
He was comfortable, lying back on a soft surface, a pillow under his head. He was at the point where, upon waking, he was only just becoming aware of the fact he had limbs. For a few more seconds, Zach could bask in the absence of pain. This was by far his favourite part of the day. After that, in invariably went to shit.
And there it was. He was feeling queazy. Hurrying to the loo was probably going to be the best course of action, even if turned out to be a false alarm.
With a sigh, Zach opened his eyes.
Albus Dumbledore was staring at him. That was unexpected. Immobile on the sofa, Zach stared back. That was what that was, the warmth along his left side; the back of the sofa. He was in the living room. He hadn't fallen asleep in the living room, he had gone to sleep in his bed. And then... how had he gotten here?
Oh. Right. Flooding. So he had fallen asleep on the sofa, then.
His eyebrows started working before his voice did, rising questioningly. "How can I help you?"