Albus Potter is freaking RIGHT OUT. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _alsevpotter) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog,@ 2012-08-09 21:42:00 |
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What: Talking Pt. 2: Electric Boogaloo
When: Eveningish. Thursday.
Where: The Roof.
Rating: ...Undetermined.
So. This. This was a thing Al would be doing. He tugged on his trainers and hoodie, fingering a hole he'd dug into it since he'd arrived. It felt lived in. That was about all he cared about. He hadn't made up his mind about returning to the kitchens yet, though he had visited. He wasn't that much of a prat, thanks ever so much, but all that visit had done was show him how much had changed.
And shit. Loads had changed.
Except apparently this thing that he was doing right now. Climbing out a window and onto the roof. This was a thing. It was their thing, more or less, and somehow that made this visit that much worse.
That and he hadn't figured out how to apologize for being an utter twat to Reg during that first conversation. Not his most brilliant moment, but then again, why the fuck would anyone expect him to have been brilliant in that moment? No one but Reg would be able to blame him. Sure he might get sour looks and disappointed head shakes, but no one would have the balls to blame him for lashing out a bit more than the situation called for.
He had been hurting.
Hell, he was still hurting, but he was man enough to stop trying to hurt other people while he did it.
It only sort of shocked him that he managed to get there before Reg. But just only.