Post by Rachael on Nov 18, 2011 15:49:33 GMT -8
Title: Why'd I Let You Talk Me Into This?! Part 3
Rating: G
Word Count: 299
Warnings: None
Summary: Scorpius....and Albus...
Albus glowered down at his shorter cousin, Rose, with her vividly red hair. He didn’t understand why she had to be so damned stubborn – just like the rest of the gingers in the family – all he wanted was to talk to Scorpius. Was that too much to ask? They were dorm-mates for Merlin’s sake, it wouldn’t be a crime for Albus to talk to him....though...admittedly, they weren’t known for being friends. Scorpius was just a blonde spot in the background.
But that needed to change. For some reason, Scorpius felt it was perfectly alright to spy on the House team, during training sessions and that was just not on. Albus had to put a stop to it, immediately. Being so friendly with Rose, Scorpius might forget himself and blab Slytherin’s plans to Gryffindor. He knew Scorpius wouldn’t do it on purpose, but mistakes happened. So, he needed a word with Scorpius, and if Rose didn’t move right away, he wouldn’t hesitate to give her a hard wallop with the end of his broom.
His expression must have warned Rose, because she hastily gave the password to the portrait, stepping aside. “He’s all yours, Al.....just....be gentle,” Rose said, “He’s nothing like his bludger of a father.”
Muscles releasing and contracting, Albus strode past her, inclining his head in thanks, disappearing in to the Gryffindor common room, where Scorpius proceeded to turn a shade paler than he normally was. Ignoring Scorpius’ undignified squeak, Albus latched on to his collar, dragging him towards the portrait-hole. “You, me, pitch, talk now,” Albus said curtly.
“I...but...”
“No buts,” Albus said, levelling his green eyes on him.
“I...okay,” Scorpius squeaked, giving in. Albus pulled him to the window, opening it. Oh, Merlin! Rose, I’ll kill you!
“Get on,” Albus ordered, now straddling his broom. Eeep!
Rating: G
Word Count: 299
Warnings: None
Summary: Scorpius....and Albus...
Albus glowered down at his shorter cousin, Rose, with her vividly red hair. He didn’t understand why she had to be so damned stubborn – just like the rest of the gingers in the family – all he wanted was to talk to Scorpius. Was that too much to ask? They were dorm-mates for Merlin’s sake, it wouldn’t be a crime for Albus to talk to him....though...admittedly, they weren’t known for being friends. Scorpius was just a blonde spot in the background.
But that needed to change. For some reason, Scorpius felt it was perfectly alright to spy on the House team, during training sessions and that was just not on. Albus had to put a stop to it, immediately. Being so friendly with Rose, Scorpius might forget himself and blab Slytherin’s plans to Gryffindor. He knew Scorpius wouldn’t do it on purpose, but mistakes happened. So, he needed a word with Scorpius, and if Rose didn’t move right away, he wouldn’t hesitate to give her a hard wallop with the end of his broom.
His expression must have warned Rose, because she hastily gave the password to the portrait, stepping aside. “He’s all yours, Al.....just....be gentle,” Rose said, “He’s nothing like his bludger of a father.”
Muscles releasing and contracting, Albus strode past her, inclining his head in thanks, disappearing in to the Gryffindor common room, where Scorpius proceeded to turn a shade paler than he normally was. Ignoring Scorpius’ undignified squeak, Albus latched on to his collar, dragging him towards the portrait-hole. “You, me, pitch, talk now,” Albus said curtly.
“I...but...”
“No buts,” Albus said, levelling his green eyes on him.
“I...okay,” Scorpius squeaked, giving in. Albus pulled him to the window, opening it. Oh, Merlin! Rose, I’ll kill you!
“Get on,” Albus ordered, now straddling his broom. Eeep!
