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honourbyname) wrote2011-07-24 08:03 pm
honourbyname) wrote2011-07-24 08:03 pm
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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.]
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.]
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He has enough good sense not to say it aloud, though. He wouldn't want to embarrass Cora, after all.
He likes Cora. A lot. And if he had his way, he'd absolutely want her and James to get together. (But matchmaking is absolutely not his purpose here! Honestly.)
He shifts a little too. The springs of his mattress give a quiet screech of protest. "You - um. Never told him though, yeah?"
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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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Or the -
Well, anyway.
He leans forward a little.
"Why don't you think so?"
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Not to mention the fact that it's the sort of awkwardness that's really easily avoided. Just - keep your mouth shut. Easy as pie.
"First off?" her grin is back now, firmly in place. "I don't really find him impressive at all anymore. Bit of a fun-ruiner, that. I don't smell like flowers and I don't know the first thing about face-paint or how people make their hair look all pretty?"
She gestures vaguely, incidentally ruffling herself in the progress.
"Seriously. They use all these hot things and I'd prolly burn down the house before I made myself look any sorta nice. And - and I'm not new. I ain't hardly impressive anymore either."
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It's easier to talk down here.
"And - um. When you say you don't really find him impressive 'at all' anymore? What does that mean, exactly? So you ... don't really fancy him?"
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"Didn't say that, just -"
She closes her eyes, forehead wrinkled and looking very much lost somewhere in the sentence structure.
"When you start. Start that kinda thing -" she briefly loses track of herself again here, huffing a breath out through her nose. "Y'kinda - You peacock. Show off. Y'make yourself all interestin'. It ain't that th- that James ain't interesting. He is. He just - We aren't new. We know already."
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He frowns a little too, thoughtful.
"Um. I mean, from my experience ... things like that, you want to get comfortable with the other person. That's what makes it all work. You know it works or doesn't when you're at that level.
"And - um. Well, it just means you and James have already gotten there without the awkward bits before it. Right?"
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It might.
And she really doesn't want things to be weird. James is pretty much the focal point for her. Everything else is weird. She doesn't know if she could handle him being weird on her.
"And I think he likes the excitin' parts," she adds. "The beginnin' parts. Most of the girls? They tend t'get gone after those wear off."
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"Maybe that's - um. Because he can never get to that level of comfort he's looking for?"
Honestly, this is a little beyond Albus' expertise. But he will make a good and honest effort to be helpful.
"And you'll never really know unless you talked to him about it. It might get weird, yes, but ... honestly, it's James. He's never really weird about things."
Beat.
"Or maybe it's actually that he's weird about everything because he's just ... weird himself."
Albus grins a little.
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This is going way above either of their pay grade. She can answer Albus, but the idea of talking to anybody else about it makes her feel jangly and vaguely swimmy in the head. It's not really all that nice.
"Or he could just be really nice about it an' do that thing where he wrecks my hair like m'still six."
She laughs, "But it's okay. Honest. And Gwen's pretty. And nice. And your mum likes her. It's good when your mum likes her!"
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He does like Gwen, he does.
But ...
He shrugs.
"I don't know," he says with a little bit of a sigh. "She just doesn't seem like ... the permanent sort, I suppose.
"You know?
"Like, I can't quite imagine calling her sister."
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A little while longer than usual, at least.
"An' anyway, you don't have to," she chirps, shifting again to bump their shoulders together. "Y'can just call her Gwen. S'nice. All one syllable and everything."
Easy-peasy.
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Stalling. The fancy way.
"Maybe she'll feel all sistery if she sticks around that long?"
She kinda hopes not. In that stupid, selfish sort of way that she isn't all that fond of. Which, yeah - she'll have to work on that.
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He isn't entirely sure himself, and at this very moment in time, he's not sure he wants to figure that bit out.
It's the tragedy of not getting to see his two favourite people (though the 'favourite' part is vaguely arguable) get together.
"So, um. So you're not going to say anything?"
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Seems awkward. And stupid.
And she's awkward and stupid enough with this sort of stuff already. No need to add to it unnecessarily.
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It's a little difficult to properly take in all of the circumstances, especially when his brother is one of the people in question in this particular situation.
"I ... suppose it depends."
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"M'asking you stupid questions now." A snort. "Like some sorta - Like a baby. Or one'a those stupid girls in those ridiculous movies people go to when they wanna neck in private. Y'know, when they're still livin' with their parents."
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Albus actually has no idea what she's talking about, having never seen one of those 'ridiculous movies people go to when they wanna neck in private'. Sadly, this is the life of a wizard in the Wizarding World who prefers the company of a Dickens or Thackeray novel.
"Stupid questions are all right," he assures her. "And anyway, I don't really think they're stupid at all. How else will you discover things if you don't ask questions?"
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Only viable way of doing things, really. All scientific and stuff. Not that she has any plans of trialing or (particularly) erroring anytime in the future. Especially when it comes to the matter currently being discussed.
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"Um. Well, if that's your preferred plan of action," he says, shaking his head. "But usually - well, usually people go for the asking of questions."
He gives her a smile.
"If it helps at all, um. I really don't think my brother would react horribly. And you'll still have me."
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Her lips curl themselves upward during his speech, fingers twitching in her lap for a moment in some (increasingly futile) attempt at restraint. She always tries with Albus. Sometimes it doesn't work. This is one of those times.
As far as warning signs go, there's this gleeful little noise followed by near-immediate pouncing - arms twisted around his neck, nose up under his chin, and a stream of delighted babbling affections.
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Not that Albus minds so much, in the end. He's not as outwardly affectionate as his older brother might be (particularly with Cora), but he really does adore Cora.
His arms wrap around her too, to give her a quick hug - and to steady himself from falling over from sudden impact.
He laughs again.
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A wide grin.
"All fawning and admiration. Girls throwin' favours and swoonin' and stuff."
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It's all really rather impressive.
"Well - um. No." He shakes his head, smiling bashfully. "No, they don't. I don't know that I'd - um. Particularly deal well with the attention either."
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