┬─┬ ノ( ゜-゜ノ) (breviate) wrote in thedept, @ 2013-04-16 22:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! confessional, albus potter, evelyn li |
Camera blinks on and Evelyn is sitting there, looking uncomfortable. Once he sees the red light, he brightens up a bit and puts his game face on, which really just looks like an overeager puppy. E: Oh! Hi... everyone. It's so good to see you. Not that--um. Awkward silence for about a minute. Evelyn is just sitting there, looking like he's lost in thought. He abruptly looks up and continues. I wanted to clear a few things up about, um. My status. Another bout of awkward silence. E: See, um, the--uh--thing is that I am not actually, um. Dating! Anyone. At all. I'm really--um. More awkward silence. I'm single. I haven't really dated since, um. I was seventeen? And uh--yes. My point was, it would be really nice if um, you could please stop sending--er--female persons I interact with, um, howlers. Because, um, it's really mean-- Outside, out of sight of this camera there was a Potter - the middle Potter, to be exact who was heading down to the confessional to do something quick and meaningless. Something that wouldn’t put him in the spotlight (not that he could ever compare with Jim when it came to getting attention). That was fine. Or so Albus said, he would have never handled a lot of attention well, but he also disliked feeling overlooked and passed over for his brother. At least he never had to compete with his sister like that, she won by default of being youngest and the only girl: no competition could be made there. The door was closed, but Albus assumed that it wasn’t occupied until he had at least tried it and checked if it was locked from the inside. Deep breaths. He could do it, damn it, he was a Potter and he had dealt with this stupid thing before. It would be conquered and then he could go on his day as normal as possible. Perhaps he’d owl Scorpius and suggest they have a drink after work. Yes, that sounded like a plan. Albus gave a nod and mentally patted himself on the back for the thought. There was something, however, that could not be denied when it came to Albus. (Well, many somethings, but especially this one thing) He was not a graceful individual when his feet were on the ground. In fact, he was rather like a newborn foal (unicorn) in the most inopportune moments. Like this one. Albus had gotten within a few feet of the confessionary, his hand outstretched to grab the door handle and see if it was busy; however at the last minute his feet seemed to get tangled on air and the next step never came- instead Albus went face first through the confessionary door (hitting it with his forehead before it swung open) as he continued his descent into (madness) the floor. Well. Not only the floor but also a nice pair of black leather shoes. Yes, it would seem that the confessionary was not empty. Evelyn looks visibly startled and possibly even jumped backwards in his seat, banging the back of his head on the wall. Wincing, he looks down at the person on the floor and recognises him. E: Oh, hi Albus. I'm so sorry--people seem to lock these when they're using them but, um, locking seems a little unfriendly. He moves to help Albus up. I'm so sorry, um. I mean, I said that already but--uh. I am. Were you thinking of using the confessional? Albus looked completely baffled for a moment and he was too stunned to even say a word as Evelyn helped him up. He is feeling shifty and trying to look at anything but the camera but finally he gives it an awkward glance. A: Uh. Hi. No. Not anymore at least, Albus thought that this entrance made up for better confessional material than anything he could up with to say. That wasn’t intended of course. A: Nice shoes. Evelyn looks down at his toes for a moment, confused, then the compliment dawns on him. E: Thank you. I got them on sale. Further awkward silence. Having a busy day? I was just--um, clarifying something for the viewers at home. This is clearly so very awkward for Albus, though he is trying to play it cool. He clears his throat. A: I should go. Weird, awkward turtle pause. Bye. Albus ducks out of the confessionary - there are the sound of footsteps, then an awkward sound followed by ‘Fuck!’ It seems in his haste to get away, Albus ran into a wall. Just another day, in the life of Albus Potter. Evelyn nods as Albus leaves and continues to be awkwardly silent. This confessional is just full of awkward silences, idek. His head snaps back when he hears Albus run into a wall. E: Er--I think I have to--yes, um. Please stop sending howlers. Thank you. Bye. Thank you! |