Albus Severus Potter is not your typical Slytherin (justcallmeal) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-10-14 07:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | al potter, ginny potter, harry potter |
WHO: Al Potter and OPEN TO ANY/ALL
WHAT: Al returns to the Weir following his status of being (temporarily) dead.
WHEN: Right after he announced his return.
WHERE: The Weir
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
Standing in front of the building he was coming to think of as home (insofar as a home could be when in a foreign city in a strange land), Al tried to swallow the lump of nervousness that had settled in his throat. He wasn't sure why he was nervous right now. There really was no logical reason for it. It wasn't as though he'd done anything wrong, with dying. He'd simply been in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and had ended up no longer alive as a result.
Still, he was nervous.
He was also, however, a Gryffindor. Which meant when he was nervous or scared about something, he tended to stare it right in the eye until he'd bested that emotion. It wasn't always the smartest thing to do, but it was certainly true to his House. And it helped, having a 'default' response to situations that baffled him.
Except for now. Right now, he felt as though he'd been frozen to the spot. Unable to move forward, unable to go back. Just stuck, in this one place, in this one moment, in...
Movement from behind him made the young man quickly glance over his shoulder, relief at the sight of a couple hurrying past filling him. Watching them go, he thought briefly of Bellatrix. She'd been so close to the Weir, right outside the doors really. It had only taken a second and then, he was gone.
That thought was all it took to make Al begin up the path leading to the inside of the building. Because while people were happy he was back, and while dying really hadn't been his fault at all, he wasn't sure he could face death a second time and get off as guilt free. Especially if he'd just stood on his doorstep while death came calling.
Pushing open the doors, he stepped across the threshold and glanced around.
"...hullo?" he called out, flinching a bit at the sound of the doors swinging closed behind him. His brilliant green eyes scanned the area, brow furrowed a bit as he added rather lamely, "I'm, er, here." Barely audible, just under his breath, he tacked on a wary, "If anyone else is, that is..."