Post by Rachael on Nov 18, 2011 16:57:21 GMT -8
Title: Why'd I Let You Talk Me Into This?! Part 5
Rating: PG
Word Count: 295
Warnings: Some Language.
Summary: Scorpius....and Albus....
I can’t figure him out, Albus thought, frustrated with himself, as he stared at Scorpius, who, contrary to tradition, sat on the other side of the Great Hall, at the Gryffindor table, with Rose and Lily, laughing at something Rose had said. Three weeks had passed since Albus had spoken to Scorpius in the Slytherin-Stands at the Quidditch Pitch, and Albus was no closer to figuring the platinum blonde boy out now than he had been then. It was entirely frustrating. Albus had expected to find out the reason why Scorpius had been watching him...them, his brain supplied automatically, during Quidditch training.
But he hadn’t, and, more often than not, Albus found himself staring at the boy, brows dipped in a frown as he tried to puzzle him out. Every once in awhile, Scorpius’ grey eyes would flick in Albus’ direction, before he would look away again, a faint bit of colour dotting his cheeks. It was fascinating and vexing and everything in between. Albus had no problem admitting it, even if only to himself. He wanted to know why Scorpius came to watch training sessions, but then proceeded to avoid Albus whenever he tried to approach Scorpius.
Albus almost leapt out of his skin when a hand touched his shoulder. He looked up to see Cadmus Flint, one of his beaters. “It’s time to go down to the Pitch, Al.”
Bewildered, Albus asked, “why?”
Flint brows rose incredulously. “Slytherin versus Ravenclaw? In fifteen minutes?”
“Oh, shit! I forgot!” Emerald and silver robes billowing, Albus tore out of the Great Hall, a million questions whirring around his mind, such as, How in the name of Merlin could I have forgotten about Quidditch?!
He was unaware that a pair of grey eyes were watching him leave.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 295
Warnings: Some Language.
Summary: Scorpius....and Albus....
I can’t figure him out, Albus thought, frustrated with himself, as he stared at Scorpius, who, contrary to tradition, sat on the other side of the Great Hall, at the Gryffindor table, with Rose and Lily, laughing at something Rose had said. Three weeks had passed since Albus had spoken to Scorpius in the Slytherin-Stands at the Quidditch Pitch, and Albus was no closer to figuring the platinum blonde boy out now than he had been then. It was entirely frustrating. Albus had expected to find out the reason why Scorpius had been watching him...them, his brain supplied automatically, during Quidditch training.
But he hadn’t, and, more often than not, Albus found himself staring at the boy, brows dipped in a frown as he tried to puzzle him out. Every once in awhile, Scorpius’ grey eyes would flick in Albus’ direction, before he would look away again, a faint bit of colour dotting his cheeks. It was fascinating and vexing and everything in between. Albus had no problem admitting it, even if only to himself. He wanted to know why Scorpius came to watch training sessions, but then proceeded to avoid Albus whenever he tried to approach Scorpius.
Albus almost leapt out of his skin when a hand touched his shoulder. He looked up to see Cadmus Flint, one of his beaters. “It’s time to go down to the Pitch, Al.”
Bewildered, Albus asked, “why?”
Flint brows rose incredulously. “Slytherin versus Ravenclaw? In fifteen minutes?”
“Oh, shit! I forgot!” Emerald and silver robes billowing, Albus tore out of the Great Hall, a million questions whirring around his mind, such as, How in the name of Merlin could I have forgotten about Quidditch?!
He was unaware that a pair of grey eyes were watching him leave.