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honourbyname) wrote2012-03-10 10:36 pm
honourbyname) wrote2012-03-10 10:36 pm
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[OOM] Breakfast in the Great Hall
Albus is in the Great Hall, helping himself to a plate scrambled eggs and toast (with jam).
Rose has just left to join her fellow Gryffindors.
(But before leaving Albus to his breakfast, told him, "I look forward to meeting Scorpius. Properly."
With one of those grins of hers that can only mean trouble.)
It's been two days since they first got back to Hogwarts, and Seventh Year has - thus far - been full of homework and reminders that they ought to study their very hardest if they wanted to pass all their NEWTs.
And that their career meetings with their Head of House would be coming up in a week.
There is a lot weighing on Albus' mind.
A lot of which has to do with Oxford, and Scorpius, and the future.
He takes a bite of his toast and ponders this, while more and more students start to trickle into the Great Hall for breakfast before classes.
Rose has just left to join her fellow Gryffindors.
(But before leaving Albus to his breakfast, told him, "I look forward to meeting Scorpius. Properly."
With one of those grins of hers that can only mean trouble.)
It's been two days since they first got back to Hogwarts, and Seventh Year has - thus far - been full of homework and reminders that they ought to study their very hardest if they wanted to pass all their NEWTs.
And that their career meetings with their Head of House would be coming up in a week.
There is a lot weighing on Albus' mind.
A lot of which has to do with Oxford, and Scorpius, and the future.
He takes a bite of his toast and ponders this, while more and more students start to trickle into the Great Hall for breakfast before classes.
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The phrase 'saved by the bell' has never been truer as far as gossip fodder is concerned when the clocktower suddenly chimes the end of breakfast and the transition to their first class of the morning.
Albus has a last gulp of his drink before gathering his book-bag and slinging it over his shoulder.
"Um. I'll come fine you later, then?"
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"Later, then."
- and beams happily as he gathers his things (and a few more slices of toast to munch on in transit, having been late to breakfast), he begins to believe this year might just be the best ever.
A good chat with Albus always puts him in a hopeful mood.
He's almost looking forward to classes.