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Albus Potter is freaking RIGHT OUT. (_alsevpotter) wrote in makebelievelog,
@ 2012-07-15 22:39:00

Entry tags:

!incomplete, albus potter, tracey davis

Who: Tracey and Al
What: ~~family bonding~~ ~~we bury the bodies in the rose bushes~~ Leaving the castle
When: Late night, Saturday
Where: Outside the castle/wherever Tracey lives
Rating/Warnings: None.
Status: In progress/Closed

He so wasn't arguing just for the sake of arguing. He was arguing so he didn't have to think about what exactly he had to argue over. It made sense in his head, luckily no one else was asking. The night was warm, which was brilliant, since Al seemed to be wearing nothing more than a worn pair of jeans and a loose tee-shirt, and of course didn't have much else besides. He sort of hated having to redo this time and time again.

He'd have to go apologize to the ladies in the kitchen. Hopefully they wouldn't be mad. They ought to understand this by now. People come and go so frequently and without warning, it had to be some kind of normal to them too.

But Al. Al was not used to this. He sort of hated that he was being made to be used to it.

And to make things even more awkward, he had to show up in the middle of another bout of crazy. Probably the worst sort of greeting he could get.

At least Tracey didn't seem too upset about this, but then again, she was a good deal older than when he last saw her, and the odds were not in his favor that she was going to stay in a good mood with him once she went back to her rightful age.

Abso-fucking-brilliant. Al sank down onto the front steps, wand tucked behind his ear and he pulled his book out of his back pocket and tried to read while he waited.

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t_davis
2012-07-16 04:54 am UTC (link)

Tracey apparated to the outside of the castle, not losing step as she walked straight toward the familiar doorway. She hadn't lived at the castle for many years; she had found there was a good deal to be said for having ones own space, or at least controlling who was in ones space. Still, she had made frequent enough trips back to the castle when it suited her socially. Now was such a time - she didn't mind the idea of Albus coming over and reorienting himself in a more friendly space.

"You look as young as ever, Albus." Tracey called out as she walked through the courtyard at a leisurely stroll. "And you managed to get to the front door without acquiring a body to bury?"

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_alsevpotter
2012-07-19 04:01 am UTC (link)

"There wasn't any dodgy looking gardeners outside my window to break my fall." Tracey looked. Good. She usually looked good, but by older woman standards she was gorgeous. And Al kept that all wisely to himself because with his mouth, who the hell knows what might come out instead of an honest compliment.

He stood, jamming his book back into his pocket and sliding his wand out from behind his ear.

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t_davis
2012-07-19 04:43 am UTC (link)

"I don't recall where there are wards up here, for the moment, so let's side-along outside of the courtyard?" Tracey suggested with a small nod before turning to walk back toward the outside. "I know they became a focus of importance at different times, but who put what wards up varied according to who was here at the time and what the threat was. Reavers were in 2012, I know."

"Lucky for the gardeners." Tracey smiled and looked over at the younger man. It seemed like an eternity ago that she had met him for the first time, let alone helped Regulus cope with Albus' unplanned departure. It had been right as Tracey had felt they were starting to make a friendship as well; it had been the start of a string of people she nearly made friends with leaving. The Land of Make Believe was simply like that at times and, as a whole, she had been far more concerned with Regulus' loss than her own. She had been thrilled when he and Severus had finally gotten together. "How has your re-arrival been thus far, Albus? Disorienting as always, I'm sure."

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	_alsevpotter 2012-07-20 12:20 am UTC (link)
	"Reavers?" The name alone sounded less than super happy. If they needed to put up more wards around the castle, then something had been massively wrong about them. Swimming, really. Al loved this place. Totally missed it. "You do it twice, the third time is sort of uninspiring. I don't suggest it. For the record." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

t_davis
2012-07-20 12:57 am UTC (link)

"Cannibalistic creatures. They slowly appeared, then started appearing in droves. It was a rather traumatising bout and I do think I likely took a few years off my life in regards to how much I smoked during that. I had a large stash, though, of fags. Other supplies were a concern, but I had something to smoke." She had a large stash due to the ease of not needing to go out to purchase more while Regulus was staying as her roommate, that first stretch after Albus' second departure. Regulus had also died during the Reaver attack. Not things to be discussed the first night back. "If you'd like all of the details, you can ask another day. I'd rather hear what you've been up to on your trip home."

"I think I preferred biting you in the neck to Reavers." Tracey remarked with a smirk. "And I have no desire to try it, but noted."

Once out of the courtyard, it would be a quick pop back to Tracey's apartment. The spare bedroom didn't actually have a bed in it, at that moment, but she had a shrunken one stashed away somewhere for the sake of putting in it. It had been her decidedly "emergency" room, at the time, and was to be used for office, storage, and other things as they were otherwise needed if she didn't have need of a spare bedroom.

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_alsevpotter
2012-07-20 10:56 pm UTC (link)

"Did you become a monk while I was gone?" Al blurted out, swaying a little once he got his bearings and could finally look around the room. Weird. No furniture, just a bunch of stuff.

"I didn't exactly go on exciting adventures. I got myself a job, kept my head down, and didn't let Scorpius harass me into going on blind dates, because fuck knows I'm not good at those. He tried though. I don't know where that stubborn streak came from. Wasn't his dad."

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t_davis
2012-07-20 11:26 pm UTC (link)

"I was never on the kind end of his father's school aged huffing and puffing, so I really don't know what sort of a stubborn streak he had. I did my best to avoid such things." Tracey remarked with a small, almost scoff of a laugh. Hogwarts seemed so long ago. Even before the Land of Make Believe, it seemed ages past.

"Spare room, Albus. Spare - as in the furniture is shrunk and tucked away somewhere." Tracey said with a smile, looking at the various boxes and such sitting in a corner before finally pointing at one. "Yes, spare bed in that one, I think. If someone wants to stay over - it's an option. Otherwise, storage."

"I suppose you may need to find a job again. At least you have something to put on your resume." Tracey ignored it as loud mutterings started to come from the nearby closet. "This way, to the actual living area. Would you like something - tea? Oh, also, there's a cat around here - I don't know if you ever met her or not. She's an ankle biter."

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_alsevpotter
2012-07-20 11:29 pm UTC (link)

"You sure it isn't a small dog in disguise?" Al didn't even know how to think about getting a new job, even if, yes, obviously, he would need to get on that.

Tomorrow.

Definitely a tomorrow item. A today item was making sure he wouldn't kill himself trying to find the loo in the middle of the night and enjoying the company of someone who he liked being around. Even if they did have that. Yes. Well. Necking between friends isn't exactly something Al was familiar with, but he figured that made you close enough to a person, especially when at the time you were out of your mind.

"Tea sounds brilliant."

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t_davis
2012-07-20 11:57 pm UTC (link)

"You can check when Night sinks claws or teeth into you? Ensure that it's a cat." Tracey headed for the kitchen to make tea. The dining/kitchen area was open, as was the archway into the living area, so it was all more or less easy communication if there were guests. "I see a cat tail sticking out from behind a sofa pillow from here, anyhow."

"Do you have any more - trivial things I could answer, perhaps?" Tracey offered, "Or I can just go on about my job."

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_alsevpotter
2012-07-21 12:01 am UTC (link)

"You could go on about your job." Al hadn't even thought to suggest it, but suddenly he could not think of a topic he'd more like to hear about. It gave him room not to think about how massively messed up everything felt right now. "I. I'd like a bit of normalcy right now. Between you, Snape and Reg, I just...don't really want to think too much about what I missed."

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t_davis
2012-07-21 03:14 am UTC (link)

"I work at the radio station. I host a show on weeknights. In 2012 - I'm still daytime, occasional remote broadcasts on-site wherever the sadist of a boss decides to set it up, and - well, I'm sure I'm annoying someone by taking this stretch of time off." Tracey said with a shrug, moving to get a tray for the tea.

"Well, what would speak of normalcy to you? There's a balcony over there, if the 'sitting on the roof' is the vibe you're thinking of. I think I met both Regulus and Eames on the roof of the castle."

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	_alsevpotter 2012-07-23 03:32 am UTC (link)
	"Didn't we meet on the roof too? Or maybe Reg just told me about it. I met him on a roof in Vegas. Which sounds like an awesome story that should involve drunken black outs and penises spelled onto foreheads, when it really wasn't." Al wrinkled his nose. "So that is new, I didn't just imagine you not doing something like that when I was last here. Good to know." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

t_davis
2012-07-23 03:50 am UTC (link)

"I think - you and I met when I bit your neck. No, really, Regulus encouraged me to get to know you, but I never really did. Or there was that - bizarre shared dream with the fluffy clouds and the bears." Tracey paused, trying to put the two things in proper chronological order and failing utterly. "Regulus gave me things with those damn bears on them for holidays, after that. Even a lighter. Though - I gave a few as well."

"I had been a WWN host, before arriving here. I did office work at a radio station, then worked my way to the job I wanted."

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	_alsevpotter 2012-07-23 04:01 am UTC (link)
	"See, a story to tell the grandkids. Yes, I met Mr. Potter the day I bit his neck. Now we're excellent friends." At this point, Al was grateful for anything she handed him. Chronology be damned. "How do you track listeners?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

t_davis
2012-07-23 04:09 am UTC (link)

"Grandkids? Are you going to have a lot for me to spoil and tell horrid stories to, Albus? And don't ask me for details on that - I'm not telling." Tracey mocked, taking a sip of her tea before sitting the cup down and running a hand back through her hair, pushing it away from her face. She had a shorter cut when she was younger, though she had also been prone to putting it up more often at that age. Now it was mostly a matter of upkeep in styling.

"The muggle method. Which - do you want me explaining muggle technology for it?"

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_alsevpotter
2012-07-25 09:04 pm UTC (link)

"I'll go and adopt a bunch of them. Indulge my inner Weasley there. Seven kids ought to be enough. Maybe eight. A whole swarm of small children. And they'll all want to spend time with you."

So yeah, no. That was never going to happen, Al had enough mental memories of family gatherings to know even three kids is pushing it, he never understood, or really dared ask, how Grandma Molly and Grandpa Arthur managed it without jumping off the roof.

Insanity had to be hereditary.

"I can always pretend to understand."

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t_davis
2012-07-26 07:40 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, yes, because things will change so radically as to make me the sort to put small children around." Tracey gave Albus an openly dubious look, despite the fact she knew he was teasing. Or, rather, she hoped he was teasing. "Yes, that seems like a brilliant idea. Me around small children."

"I wonder where my cigarettes are -" Tracey turned her attention to finding the package that was, inevitably, sat around the apartment somewhere. "Oh, yes, I fail to completely quit smoking. I doubt that's ruining much of the future."

"And you can pretend to understand or we can discuss some of your interests. I don't recall you telling me too much about yourself, though perhaps I've forgotten over the years."

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_alsevpotter
2012-07-27 02:45 am UTC (link)

"Absolutely. Best plan." Al never did anything but tease people. It made life a lot easier when he didn't bother censoring himself. That way people just assumed he was being honest, even if what he was saying made no sense at all.

"Ruining your lungs maybe. But the future seems pretty stable." He paused. "Unless there's something you're not telling me."

Al shrugged. "I bake. I don't even think it counts as a hobby anymore. Hell, I'm not sure I have a hobby anymore. My life was not all that interesting back home."

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t_davis
2012-07-27 04:15 am UTC (link)

"You're going to name two or three after me, right?" Tracey said expectantly as she stood and went to grab the aforementioned cigarettes from the dining room table before returning to sit in the living room. She didn't smoke inside, often, and didn't intend to now. She would go out to the balcony porch, eventually, to light up.

"I lessen how often I smoke, at least? And - stable is rather relative in the Land of Make Believe, I dare say." Tracey pointed out with a small smirk, sitting the cigarettes on the coffee table and reaching for the cat hiding under the nearest couch pillow.

"You could always make a point of trying out some new hobbies, now that you're back. It would hardly hurt you to try some new things. You could try training a cat." Tracey indicated toward the cat, smirking, fully teasing. "That ought to keep you occupied."

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