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Albus Severus Potter ([personal profile] honourbyname) wrote2011-07-24 08:03 pm

Some AU-y type thing scene ... yes.

Albus' brother, James, has a girlfriend.

Like - an actual girlfriend: not the bird-girl he doesn't like, and not Cora.

This, to him, is the strangest concept of all - that Cora isn't James' girlfriend.

They practically spend all of their time joined at the hip; at least that's how Albus sees it. Which is probably why it seems a little strange to him to find Cora in his bedroom when he steps in.


"... erm. Hi, Cora."




[note: James is 18, Albus and Cora are 17 - both in their last years of school. James works in his uncle's shop for now, which is how he came to meet Gwen Copplestone.]

[identity profile] ran-with.livejournal.com 2011-07-25 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Generally speaking, Cora likes James' girls.

They're usually pretty and nice and stuff. Perfectly fine girl-shaped things. Most of 'em are totally cool.

But, then, most of them don't come home with him. Not home with him instead of her. Eating Mrs. Potter's food and complimenting Lily's hair and sticking around, being all pretty and nice and stuff while she was stuck writing stupid essays about World War II and glaring holes into her wall.

Which, by the way, totally sucks.

So when she shoves herself through the Boy's Door and slams it shut in his face, abandoning him to talk to somebody (anybody!) else about how pretty and nice Gwen smells, it isn't his room that she tosses herself into.

She kinda isn't that stupid. And James wouldn't just barge into Albus' room. Not like she would, anyway.

Her head tips back at the sound of the door opening, managing to look not even remotely guilty about having stolen one of his pillows for where she's sacked out on his floor, "Hi, Albus. How's it goin'?"

What? Nothing to see here. Nothing at all.

[identity profile] ran-with.livejournal.com 2011-07-25 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, now she feels a bit guilty. For, y'know, the barging. There's probably some sort of general rule of etiquette for this sort of thing, but she really can't manage to summon it up offhand.

So she blinks instead, chews on her lower lip.

"You don't gotta -" she waves a hand, encompassing the whole room with the gesture. "'less you want help, or something?"

A hand scrubs through her hair, tugging out a snag, "M'okay. Nothin' too exciting, really. Just - waitin' for graduation."

[identity profile] ran-with.livejournal.com 2011-07-25 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Well, no. Cora has come to his room to mope. And to hide from her best friend. But mostly to mope and steal his pillows.

It seemed like a solid plan at the time.

She laughs when his room proceeds to start cleaning itself (wizards) and hums a quiet bar of 'Spoonful of Sugar' to herself, waggling her fingers at his dresser in an approximation of imaginary magic. The whole thing never ceases to be incredibly neat. No matter how many times she sees it.

"Yup! Almost," she grins, rueful and amused. "Then I get t'deal with the whole fallout from not wantin' to go to Uni. S'gonna be totally awesome."

[identity profile] ran-with.livejournal.com 2011-07-25 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
But Mary Poppins is a classic! Not to mention the fact that it's completely fantastic. And who else but wizards could just jump into chalk drawings? After seeing portraits, she's totally developed a solid theory on how Mary Poppins is related to Headmistress McGonagall.

Anyway! Back to her inability to be anything other than a crippling disappointment to people who expect better from her.

"Not really," she shrugs, shifting herself to sit Indian-style and pulling the pillow onto her lap. "I mean, I ain't really all that good at book-smart stuff. Figure I might as well get myself a job or somethin'. Be useful?"

[identity profile] ran-with.livejournal.com 2011-07-25 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Ain't really talked to 'em about it yet."

She toys with her hair again, twisting a section around her fingers (nervous habits) and tugging almost absentmindedly, smile twisted into something sheepish now. She normally isn't this much of a chicken about things. But she's totally the opposite of big on actions that might, in any way, let her da' down.

A snort, "Ain't really talked to anybody about it yet."

[identity profile] ran-with.livejournal.com 2011-07-25 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"S'okay," she laughs, waving a hand dismissively. "You don't have to zip your lips or nothin'. Boy's busy. And I'll talk to my da' eventually."

She will.

Or her body language will give her away before she manages to work up the nerve.

[identity profile] ran-with.livejournal.com 2011-07-25 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Cause I like my intestines on the inside."

She grins.

"I mean, only so much a girl can take before she's forced to start vomitin' up rainbows."

[identity profile] ran-with.livejournal.com 2011-07-25 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't think I could think about her if I wanted to. Pretty sure the Boy uses it all up 'fore we even hit noon and nobody else even gets a chance."

Her eyes crinkle at the corners, smile crooked.

"Nah, she's nice. She really is. And pretty."

It's pretty much the most resigned list of compliments that have ever been given.

[identity profile] ran-with.livejournal.com 2011-07-25 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Honours.

Her shoulders bristle briefly, up about her ears for a moment before relaxing in a stiff slide, and she lets out a (strange, inhuman) noise that could probably be categorized as something between a whine and a huff.

"And she's smart now, too?"

[identity profile] ran-with.livejournal.com 2011-07-25 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, she knows. Definitely, totally knows. Honest. She's pretty much giving off tells like nobody's business, which is disappointing for someone who knows how to speak in them. Fluently.

It's like the abnormal person equivalent of failing English.

"There's only one kinda smart with honours, Albus," she quips, flopping onto her back with a noisy thump. "An' that don't mean nothin' when you got a mate."

[identity profile] ran-with.livejournal.com 2011-07-25 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
She tilts her head just enough to be able to peer up at him without attempting to look through her own shoulder.

X-ray vision. Not one of her standard features.

"Yeah, 'course you can."

[identity profile] ran-with.livejournal.com 2011-07-25 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
She wriggles a bit, shoulders shifting against the carpeting and nose twitching briefly up on one side.

And then she thinks.

It's not a very long think. But she's of the opinion that it deserves some actual thinking to go into it. This whole response thing. Especially when it's so - It's all right there, as far as questions go.

"I ain't never really - I mean, before -" a breath, all short and laughter-colored. "Yeah. Guess so, a bit."

Direct deserves direct. You give back what you're given.

[identity profile] ran-with.livejournal.com 2011-07-25 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
The look she gives him is pure, undiluted disbelief at the fact that such a question was even posed. You don't just - just tell people things like that. Especially not your best friend.

It'd be kind of astronomically stupid.

An eyebrow quirks upward, "I ain't the kinda girl he takes out on dates."

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