Post by Rachael on Nov 19, 2011 6:20:45 GMT -8
Title: Why'd I Let You Talk Me Into This?! Part 8
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Warnings: None
Summary: Scorpius...and Albus....
Albus groaned in agony, feeling like he had been pummelled by rogue bludgers. He automatically reached for the side of his head, but a gentle hand caught his wrist in a firm hand. “You don’t want to do that, Al; you’ve got one hell of shiner under your hair.” He knew that voice. Uncle Ron? Albus’ hazy brain asked quizzically.
“Oh, Al!! You had me so worried!!” He knew that voice, too. He wanted to open his eyes, but it seemed to take forever for that to happen. But finally they were open, and he was gazing blearily up at a head of bushy brown hair. Aunt Hermione. She took up his hand in both of hers. “I’ve often said Quidditch shouldn’t be played in schools!”
“S’alright, ‘Mione,” Albus answered softly, “M’fine.”
“You’re not fine! You’re not fine!!!”
“Alright, ‘Mione, don’t scare the lad!”
Albus knew that voice too and it sent a warm feeling through him. “Dad?” His father was always too busy to come to matches, but that he’d come away from work after a mere incident with a bludger, made him feel very happy, even though the pain was terrible. A weight dipped the side of the bed, a dark-haired sliding in to his vision, a pair of green-eyes eyeing him rather worriedly for a simple Quidditch injury.
“You gave us a fright, Albus,” his father said softly, before leaning down to kiss Albus’ cheek.
Albus flushed red in mortification. Dads weren’t supposed to do what his father just did. Ignoring it, he asked, “Where’s Scorpius?”
Bewildered, his father pointed and said, “He’s over there with the girls.”
Albus followed his finger, to see Scorpius sitting on the opposite bed, with Lily and Rose dozing on his shoulders. Grey eyes, round as Snitches, were fixated on Albus.
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Warnings: None
Summary: Scorpius...and Albus....
Albus groaned in agony, feeling like he had been pummelled by rogue bludgers. He automatically reached for the side of his head, but a gentle hand caught his wrist in a firm hand. “You don’t want to do that, Al; you’ve got one hell of shiner under your hair.” He knew that voice. Uncle Ron? Albus’ hazy brain asked quizzically.
“Oh, Al!! You had me so worried!!” He knew that voice, too. He wanted to open his eyes, but it seemed to take forever for that to happen. But finally they were open, and he was gazing blearily up at a head of bushy brown hair. Aunt Hermione. She took up his hand in both of hers. “I’ve often said Quidditch shouldn’t be played in schools!”
“S’alright, ‘Mione,” Albus answered softly, “M’fine.”
“You’re not fine! You’re not fine!!!”
“Alright, ‘Mione, don’t scare the lad!”
Albus knew that voice too and it sent a warm feeling through him. “Dad?” His father was always too busy to come to matches, but that he’d come away from work after a mere incident with a bludger, made him feel very happy, even though the pain was terrible. A weight dipped the side of the bed, a dark-haired sliding in to his vision, a pair of green-eyes eyeing him rather worriedly for a simple Quidditch injury.
“You gave us a fright, Albus,” his father said softly, before leaning down to kiss Albus’ cheek.
Albus flushed red in mortification. Dads weren’t supposed to do what his father just did. Ignoring it, he asked, “Where’s Scorpius?”
Bewildered, his father pointed and said, “He’s over there with the girls.”
Albus followed his finger, to see Scorpius sitting on the opposite bed, with Lily and Rose dozing on his shoulders. Grey eyes, round as Snitches, were fixated on Albus.
I like that Scorpius is the person Albus wants to see 
