Can I Slytherin your bed?

Don't tell me I am Harry Potter's son. Funnily enough, I am aware of this. Don't tell me Slytherin sucks. Your house sucks. - Albus. - Seventeen - Seeker

[albusseveruspotterus]

well you look so fine and I really wanna make you mine | Riley

To say that Albus Severus Potter had fallen hopelessly and irreversibly in love was asking for a punch to the face. Albus Severus Potter does not do falling in love. Al makes girls fall in love with him. He does not do the falling in love thing. Nu-uh. Not a chance. No way. He’d sooner jump off the astronomy tower wearing nothing but an old bed sheet than admit for even just one millisecond that he might have developed an infatuation with Riley.

Going for a date to the Three Broomsticks had probably not been a good idea. Especially since Madame Rosmerta had oh so graciously insisted that they have a three course meal (complete with candles) completely on the house. Was the whole world out to make Albus Potter fall head over heels (and quite ungraciously, mind you) in love?

Or maybe not love. Riley… intrigued him. She was loyal and funny and witty and probably had numerous tales that he could tease out of her regarding his sister. And she was a mystery. Oh, there was something about her that he hadn’t quite figured out yet. Something that she was keeping close to her chest.

And now that they were walking back through the forest, stomachs full and in rather a good mood, all he wanted to do was sing and dance and hold her hand. Which he was not going to do because Albus Potter did not sing and dance and did not hold girls hands. Instead, he shoved them deep in his pockets to avoid temptation.

“So, now what?”

[lngstoryshrt]

Riley was in deep shit. Being one of Lily’s best friends and having spent all of her time at Hogwarts around her had led to also being friends with Albus. Except that it hadn’t stopped there. At least not for her. She’d found him cute and charming, no doubt something that many girls had fallen for. His charm was something that he tended to pull out and use to get some unsuspecting female to fall head over heels. Riley knew that, but even still, she’d fallen for it to. She wasn’t completely invested, she couldn’t be, she had a boyfriend, but there were enough feelings there to let her know she shouldn’t be with Scott.

But that wasn’t an option. She couldn’t justleave.He’d probably kill her if she did. Not that Albus could know that. Or anyone, for that matter. She’d never felt so weak and helpless in her life. Some Gryffindor she was. Today had been one of the best days that she’d had in a long, long time. The meal Madam Rosmerta had provided for them had been delicious, and with the candles it had seemed like the perfect and ideal first date. If only that’s what it had been.

She often wondered why Albus was paying her so much attention. There were probably a hundred girls out there that wanted him to talk to them, but here he was, sneaking her out of school to go the the Three Broomsticks. She had almost hoped that he’d kiss her or something, anything, that would give her a hint as to how much he liked her, if he liked her at all.

“You tell me! You’re the one that invited me out here.” She said with a grin, resting her hands in her back pockets.

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Al pursed his lips, turning slowly on the spot. "It was my idea for the butterbeer. Your turn to choose."

Honestly, he'd be happy just sitting down and doing nothing. With her. Doing nothing with Riley. Except for Albus Potter didn't sit around and did nothing with females. Albus Potter flirted and charmed and schmoozed his way around the castle. He'd never really been one for serious relationships. There had been Bri, once upon a time. What was it with his sisters room mates? There was time for all of that later when he was supposed to be grown up and working for a living. Serious relationships could wait. Or so he thought.

Why did he have images of long summer walks around the lake, snowball fights in the grounds, finding a deserted classroom and sitting in front of a fireplace toasting marshmallows? Why was he turning into a hopeless sappy romantic? He'd be teased unmercifully if James could see him now.

Al shrugged. "But whatever, we can just... walk, if you want."

[albusseveruspotterus]

well you look so fine and I really wanna make you mine | Riley

To say that Albus Severus Potter had fallen hopelessly and irreversibly in love was asking for a punch to the face. Albus Severus Potter does not do falling in love. Al makes girls fall in love with him. He does not do the falling in love thing. Nu-uh. Not a chance. No way. He'd sooner jump off the astronomy tower wearing nothing but an old bed sheet than admit for even just one millisecond that he might have developed an infatuation with Riley.

Going for a date to the Three Broomsticks had probably not been a good idea. Especially since Madame Rosmerta had oh so graciously insisted that they have a three course meal (complete with candles) completely on the house. Was the whole world out to make Albus Potter fall head over heels (and quite ungraciously, mind you) in love?

Or maybe not love. Riley... intrigued him. She was loyal and funny and witty and probably had numerous tales that he could tease out of her regarding his sister. And she was a mystery. Oh, there was something about her that he hadn't quite figured out yet. Something that she was keeping close to her chest.

And now that they were walking back through the forest, stomachs full and in rather a good mood, all he wanted to do was sing and dance and hold her hand. Which he was not going to do because Albus Potter did not sing and dance and did not hold girls hands. Instead, he shoved them deep in his pockets to avoid temptation.

"So, now what?"

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“Oh, a quiet life, right, I totally get that. There’s this really cool other Potter, his name’s Albus too! How funny is that? Well, he’s totally kick ass at Quidditch and he does the most amazing stunts! Oh, and he pulls these really funny pranks on people he’s like the coolest kid in school!” Riley managed, complete with a snobby accent, before bursting into laughter. “Your secret is safe with me.”

She snorted. “Okay, whatever you say. I’m sure McGonagall owes you her undying allegiance for making sure all passages in and out of the school are known. Right, rat myself? I don’t quite like detention, thanks.”

“You poor, poor thing! Do you want me to get you some professional help? Maybe a counselor? I know he did! I’m saying now he’s pretty chill! I can’t even imagine how he did that, like, that’s crazy. No seriously!” she said, lightly elbowing him in the ribs.

“Quiet lives are only fun for so long. You only live once, might as well make the most of it while you still can, right? Party too long, drink too much, the usual.” she said with a laugh.

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"Gee, Riley. Sounds like you have a bit of a crush. Tell me more about this marvelous Potter, he seems like a person I could get to know. You know, boost my popularity." Al grinned. "At least it's safe with someone. I'm not going to get it plastered all over Ace's gossip crap, am I?"

"She does! Honest!" He tried not to puff out his chest (and failed, mostly). "The whole school owes the school to my family, I might add. They should just crown me king already. Can't imagine why they haven't already."

He pushed open the door of the Three Broomsticks, raising a hand to Rosmerta as he did so. He turned to Riley "I do not need a counselor. But you go and find us a table and I'll get us drinks."

[albusseveruspotterus]

if anybody see's her, shine a light on her | OPEN

Al loved a party, he wasn't going to lie. To get so completely lost in the music that he could forget about the three essays that so desperately needed doing. To forget that there was Quidditch coming up and he so needed to practice but he hadn't had time and the fact that he hadn't spoken to Riley in a while (he'd find himself telling himself that he didn't like her. He just found her interesting. Interesting with her long brown hair, and her charming grin and all of those secrets that she's trying to keep close... interesting, see?) and he wanted to see how she was.

Which was why Al was not dancing and was making his way through the crowd of half naked students (many of which he did not want to see half naked) in search of her. He didn't even know if she was here. And he was having a hard time trying to find the other fifth years he knew to see if they knew where she was. Everybody was just one heaving mass of wet limbs and flying hair.

He sighed (possibly theatrically) and lent against a nearby wall, flipping his hair out of his eyes with a puff of air (he really should cut it sometime soon). Really, how hard could it be finding one person?

[albusseveruspotterus]

kiss me, I'm not a frog | open

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Scorpius Malfoy was getting increasingly more frustrated for each second that passed without his letter returning to his hands. “I am aware of the definition of ‘fun’, Potter, and it seems that your definition of the word coincides with Ace Pruitt’s - you both seem to think that breaching other people’s privacy is an amusing pastime. Perhaps you should consider dating her yourself.”

Of course Albus would bring up Robins. The fact that he was planning on proposing to the girl wouldn’t have stayed secret for long anyway, but he didn’t want it to discovered by a sneering Albus Potter. Or Ace Pruitt for that matter, because Merlin knows what she would have done with that information. He had picked Robins because she was the only pureblood girl in the school that he could tolerate. Really, the idea of marrying Pruitt would make his mind explode if he let himself even consider it for even a second.

He and Albus were now on opposite sides of the couch, putting a large dent in Malfoy’s half-formed plan to leap forward and snatch the letter back. “Putting my family first is not ‘stupid’. Would you abandon your family and have them never speak to you again for the sake of a pretty girl?” he demanded defensively. He had seen his parent’s marriage. It wasn’t bad, necessarily. They did have at least some attraction to each other, though he knew his father had liked someone else before Astoria Greengrass. Scorpius hoped that he and Hazel would end up the same way.

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"Date Ace?" Al laughed. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm not stupid. Besides, I've got my eye on someone else. You gonna marry Robins? Got a ring and everything? Make it romantic, you know. Don't worry, though. Your secret is safe with me."

That was a lie. Any information he could get on Scorp that he could then use against him was a plus. Al wasn't a gossip at heart. Sure, he was interested in what was going on in and around the school. He didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or facepalm when he'd heard of Sierra McLaggen's various wrong-doings. Why that girl kept getting herself into these messes he will never know.

"And that's where your family and mine are completely different. My family would be happy that I've found true love. They wouldn't care if I went out with the Giant Squid. Sure, they'd laugh. But they'd still come to the wedding." he folded up the letter, dropped it back onto Scorp's lap. "Does Robins know about this plan, or are you just going to surprise her with it?"

[albusseveruspotterus]

kiss me, I'm not a frog | open

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“He told me so himse-” Scorpius’ face flushed unnaturally pink when Albus stole his letter. Normally he was not the type to blush; at least not so heavily. But he poured his heart out into his letters into his father and so reading one of those letters was like taking a peek into a very private place inside his head. “I used the correct ‘your’, thank you very much, and I demand you give that back right now.” And he was praying to Merlin that Albus had only read the first paragraph, because after that it had gotten rather personal.

He was considering hexing Albus outright, though it was the type of behaviour he usually refrained from, not because of who Albus was, but because he didn’t want any detentions on his record. By now he was on his feet, quill fluttering to the ground as he held his hand out anticipating Albus giving it back. If he would at all. Frantically, Scorpius tried to remember if he had written Lily’s name in it, or her nickname ‘Red’ which he had appropriated from Hugo.

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[albusseveruspotterus]

"Seriously? Grayson told you? And calm down, Scor. Or Soup. That's what Grayson calls you, right? I like the name Soup. S'funny. I'm only messing with you." Al shifted suddenly, ending up crouched on the seat, out of reach of the other boy. "Come on, Scorp. It's just a bit of fun. You know what fun is, right?"

He skim read the letter, keeping a careful eye on Scorpius. The common room was empty (ignoring the frogs, of course) and there was nothing stopping them from hexing each other. He didn't quite fancy explaining to Pomfrey why his toe nails are growing at an alarming rate, or where his hair has disappeared to, or why there's pus flowing out of his nose. "So, you and Hazel Robins, ey? Wouldn't have thought you'd be the type to go for a Gryffindor. Isn't Slytherin like the only option for you? You and Ace would get on well. Maybe I should set you up."

He hopped over the back of the couch (an escape route he learnt to use when it came to living with James), walking backwards away from Malfoy. "So you'd rather be in a boring old loveless marriage than actually be happy? Putting your family before your own happiness? That's a bit... stupid." He frowned at the letter, then looked up at Scorp. "I mean, just look at your parents marriage. Do you really want that?"

[albusseveruspotterus]

kiss me, I'm not a frog | open

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Malfoy’s gaze left his parchment, flicking upwards to direct a dark look at Albus. The boy annoyed him, but he wasn’t going to hex him or set his gang on him. He needed him in top form for Quidditch, and he did sometimes worry that the boy would hex him in his sleep. “As a matter of fact,” he said in a refined manner, “it was a fifth-year by the name of Grayson Wood.” The frogs had been around since yesterday, which had given him time to find this information out. However they hadn’t gotten into the Slytherin Common until the early hours of the morning so he reasoned that many members of his house did not know about them yet.

“The teachers have already seen to punishing Wood. As for the frogs, a simple vanishing spell works. The difficulty is in actually hitting them before they leap away.” Which was why he had given up. It was like trying to hit a fly with a rolled up newspaper - except with the added danger of vanishing books, candles and other debris around the common room in the process.

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"Aah, Grayson. I'm not surprised. How did you work that one out? Do you bully all the fifth years, or is it just my sister?"

He pointed his wand at Scorp's parchment, watching as it floated out of the boy's hands and into his own. "So what are you doing this fine morning, Scorp? Writing to Daddy? You used the wrong your. Shouldn't be an apostrophe. And there should be an e there. Thought you were supposed to be smart? Thought you of all people would know the basic rules of grammar, jeez. Man, your spelling is atrocious."

He shouldn't taunt the guy. Really, he shouldn't. The chances of Scor actually doing anything to him were slim, but Al couldn't really say the same about Lily. And he already hated Scorp for bullying his sister as it was. "I don't know. I kinda like the frogs. Kinda adds to the green, don't you think?"

[albusseveruspotterus]

kiss me, I'm not a frog | open

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Scorpius Malfoy had woken early to write a letter to his father in the quiet of the Slytherin Common room, before the majority of the house got up for breakfast. He was just waiting for the ink to dry when his dorm-mate emerged.

“No,” he replied to Albus, “but I should warn you that the school is infested with them.” Sure enough, there was over a dozen of them hopping merrily about the common room. There hadn’t been half as many when he woke, so they had to be multiplying, and fast. One had landed on his letter earlier, leaving a web-toed footprint as its legacy in the black ink.

“A multiplying charm gone wrong, I suspect.” Malfoy looked back down at his letter, re-reading it to make sure that he had said all that he had wanted. His relationship with Albus was one of tolerance. Perhaps in an alternate universe he would have been friends with the boy, but he clung too tightly to his pureblood ways to allow that. Besides, he was pretty sure that he had ruined things between them by frequently bullying Albus’ little sister.

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Now that he looked around carefully he could see that the common room was crawling (or hopping) with the amphibians. "And which idiot are we blaming this on?"

He dropped the frog on the floor, watching it lollop away to join the rest of its kin. It was soon lost among the many other green, scaly beasts. Strange, he kind of missed the little dude already. "I expect it's a first year. Should go and find out, see if I can help them sort it out." Al flopped onto the chair opposite Malfoy, lifting his feet up to rest on the boy's armrest. "Or are you going to just bully it out of them?"

He didn't want to get on with Scorpius. The only reason he did was because of Quidditch. And the fact that they slept in the same room. And had the same classes. But the guy was a douche. An idiot. If he wasn't such a nice guy then he'd jinx the hair off of his head.

[albusseveruspotterus]

kiss me, I'm not a frog | open

He'd woken up with a frog on his face. A frog. On his face. An actual frog. He'd woken up, and opened his eyes and found himself staring at the big yellow eyes of a frog. Frog. A frog. Of all the things that had happened in the castle, all the crazy potions and the body swapping and the t-shirts, and this was the thing that confused him the most. He lifted the frog from his face, wrinkling his nose as he did so. Still, at least frogs didn't really smell. Much. Could have been worse.

But what to do with a frog? He could kiss it, see if it turns into a prince. But he has less of an idea of what to do with a prince than he does with the actual frog. Ask someone else it is. Maybe he should ask Professor Longbottom if he's lost a frog. He threw back the covers with his spare hand and made his way into the common room.

"Hey, has anyone lost a frog?"

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“Oh, a quiet life, right, I totally get that. There’s this really cool other Potter, his name’s Albus too! How funny is that? Well, he’s totally kick ass at Quidditch and he does the most amazing stunts! Oh, and he pulls these really funny pranks on people he’s like the coolest kid in school!” Riley managed, complete with a snobby accent, before bursting into laughter. “Your secret is safe with me.”

She snorted. “Okay, whatever you say. I’m sure McGonagall owes you her undying allegiance for making sure all passages in and out of the school are known. Right, rat myself? I don’t quite like detention, thanks.”

“You poor, poor thing! Do you want me to get you some professional help? Maybe a counselor? I know he did! I’m saying now he’s pretty chill! I can’t even imagine how he did that, like, that’s crazy. No seriously!” she said, lightly elbowing him in the ribs.

“Quiet lives are only fun for so long. You only live once, might as well make the most of it while you still can, right? Party too long, drink too much, the usual.” she said with a laugh.

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"Yeah, I think I've heard of him. Bit of a cocky idiot, if you ask me. Don't understand why he's so popular. He's not even that good looking. And he's not the best Seeker I've seen. But you seem quite smitten by him. Charmed by his self-confidence? Hypnotised by his baby blues? Or is it his wit that warms your bed at night? Do tell, Riley. I'm dying to know." His laugh echoed against the rock, the passage growing lighter as they neared the end.

"I should say she does. My whole family saved Hogwarts. We're practically royalty. Everyone should bow down to us." He waved a hand around. "Of course, being the quiet and less well known Potter I don't believe in that kind of thing. I like to take more of a modest approach."

"Would you be my counsellor, Riley? I like talking to you. It's fun. And you're okay with sneaking out of school for consummation of butter beer. That's always a plus. We can discuss my mental health over it."

He pushed past another lot of ivy, moving back out into the sun. "Always hated that cave. However, it's needed to get here. We'll be at the Three Broomsticks in a minute. No, that's true. You do only live once.Which is why I want to go out with a bang."

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“Oh, I’m sorry, it seems I’ve misread you. You must be that humble, selfless, Potter I’ve been hearing about. I always assumed that was James. He seemed like such a sweetheart.” Riley, of course, was joking, she was just waiting to see what kind of reaction she could get out of him. They stopped in front of the cliff and Riley cocked an eyebrow, confusion on her face. “If you always behave then why are we sneaking out of the castle?” She finally understood why they were standing there when he pulled the ivy out of the way, and there was a crack. “The perfect gentleman.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m sure you were just heartbroken at those offers. Professor Longbottom? Yeah, he’s pretty chill, thank Merlin because Herbology is NOT my strong suit. At all. It’s rather horrible actually.” Riley pulled her sleeves over her hands, stuffing them in her pockets.

She imitated Al, taking special care to not trip, because that would be embarassing. “This is true…but adventure is always fun. It makes life worth living! As long as it’s not insanely dangerous, it’s fine.”

[albusseveruspotterus]

"You mean you haven't heard of me? I'm not surprised. I like to keep myself to myself, you know? Don't cause any trouble. No pranks. No jokes. No ridiculous tricks playing Quidditch. I don't even play Quidditch. Two feet both firmly planted on the ground. That's me. The unknown Potter. But shush, it's a secret."

Oh, crap. She had him on that one. "Secret mission from McGonagall. Try to find all the unknown secret passages in and out of Hogwarts. You know, for safety reasons. No harm in making a little fun out of it, right? You won't tell."

"Heartbroken at women offering to show me their bottoms? Completetly heart broken. Do not know how I am going to get over it. Pretty chill? He chopped off the head of a snake! And went all kick arse on Voldemort! That's more than pretty chill."

"Yeah, we've done dangerous adventure. I think my Dad would kill me if I went on a dangerous adventure. Think I was crazy. And then give me a lecture about how it's best to live a quiet life. Psh. Quiet's no fun."

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“Oh, well as long as you remember your birthday and Christmas then everything’s good. Because what could be important than your birthday and Christmas? That’s when you get presents and that’s what matters.” Riley rolled her eyes. “Maybe later, if you behave. Can you do that?”

“I’m sure you have a fanclub somewhere in this school. You’re a Potter, and everyone loves Potter, especially if they’re attractive.” She froze, wondering if that had really come out of her mouth. Too late now. “Sure, I’ve always wanted to have something like that tattooed on me.”

“Oh, of course, take the easy way out. Where’s your adventure sense, Potter? Brothers will be brothers. My little brother is actually tolerable, makes me feel lucky compared to other people I know.” coughcoughSierracough. “She’ll get you one day! Just you wait!” She followed his instructions, turning along a path and slowing down till she was beside him so she would know where she was going.

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"Riley, I am shocked. I clearly love my birthday and Christmas because it means I get to spend time with my darling family. Not for something as menial as presents. What kind of person do you take me for?" He stopped in front of a small cliff, ivy trailing down the sides. It was dark and damp and a perfect disguise. "And I always behave. I'm offended that you think otherwise." He pulled the ivy aside, revealing a medium sized crack in the rock face. "See. Being a gentleman."

"You think I'm attractive? You'll have my name tattooed on your backside before the day is out. It's every fan girl's dream. The number of people who have come up to me and actually offered to show me their bum. I've lost count. It's just... why? Of all people? Neville Longbottom is clearly cooler than me. That was me being genuine, by the way. He's awesome."

He lit the end of his wand with a little flick, illuminating the path head of him. "My family's had enough adventure to last years, don't you think?"

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everybody knows that bedcovers protect you from all evils ever. and slytherins. (hopefully.) | open to slytherins

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Lo jumped a mile when he stuck his head in and imagined herself like one of those cartoon characters whose hair stood on end when they were shocked. In fact, she wouldn’t put it past her tangled mane to try and imitate such a look. Peering out through the gap in the sheet he had opened she was met with a handful of glares mixed in with sniggers and quiet laughted from those fond of her. As long as there was no killer, that was good. All the other things she could deal with. Albus just needed to squeeze into the pillow fortress with her or else she was sure that somebody would shoot a spell through the makeshift entrance.

“Dumbledore!” she hissed, her normally huge eyes widening even more as she tugged him into her den, tugging the sheet over the gap to keep them safe (because everybody knew sheets could stop psycho killers who were out for her blood). Albus was mumbling on about monkey zebra zombies things while her eyes doible checked the fort to make sure no damage had been done to it.

She was fond of Al, although if she knew that he didn’t believe her to be a true Slytherin then he would be kicked out of her fort. However his babbling and ridiculous raving was a nice distraction and she could most definitely use a nice distraction. Trying to keep her cool, she turned to him and tucked her knees to her chest.

“Firstly, there is some crazy person who’s been owling Ace and I saying all this shit. I’m terrified for my life. Secondly… how do zebra monkeys even work?!”

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Al flopped down next to Lo, puffing a curl of hair out of his eyes. "What is it with you and calling me Dumbledore? I mean sure, I'm just as cool as him, but other than that... failing to see the resemblance. Not that I mind, of course. You feel free to call me anything you like. Apart from James. I've had that enough."

He lay flat on his back, hands under his head, staring up at the blanket ceiling. "This place needs food. We could always do a run to the kitchens. I'll protect you from whatever you need protecting from. Crazy owls. Ace. Merlin knows she's caused enough trouble recently. Not that I care. Sierra deserves everything. My head still hurts falling down those stairs."

He laughed. "I don't know how they'd work. Isn't that the magic of it? Use your imagination."

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everybody knows that bedcovers protect you from all evils ever. and slytherins. (hopefully.) | open to slytherins

Scared was not the word to properly describe Lourdes Elba at that moment. Panicked? Desperate? Goddamn fucking terrified? She feared for her life. Knees hugged to her chest, sitting on her bed in her polkadot sleep playsuit (because although it was only nine pm her uniform had been annoying her), she was playing through the events that had happened earlier in the day. Potions class… she didn’t think she had seen anybody near her? Not close enough to slip something into her bag or her ink or her hair. Unless they had managed to cast some sort of spell and part of it was that she was completely oblivious to the fact that it had been cast. Perhaps everything she ever knew was just a strange dream induced by this mysterious incantation?

In her paranoid state, the only clear thought she could thing was question everything. In fact, was the room she was currently hiding away in even safe? No, she needed to be near people.

Not bothering to even get dressed she started tugging the duvet off her bed and piling cushions on top of it. The pillows and cushions from her bed, the spares that the house elves provided, a few extra from other girls’ beds, all piled up. Knowing, as all excellent for builders do, that her fort would need a roof, she stripped her bed of its sheet and balled it up, setting it with the cushions. The next step was lugging it to the common room and not causing some sort of bedding avalanche. Luckily, after much dragging and pulling at the corners of the quilt, she tugged her load into the center of the common room.

Propped up chairs, set out cushions, duvet squished into the middle and a sheet draped over all of it. Lo was quite proud of the amounts of looks she managed to get, although a lot of Slytherins had become quite accustomed to her ridiculous antics. More than a few disgruntled complaints could be heard however, mostly coming from those trying to study and people she had seen hanging around near Scorpius.

Once the fortress was complete it only needed its queen. Or ruler. Or whatever fortresses had. Supreme conqueror sounded like a rather nice title; something that would instill a little braveness in her, should she actually need to prevent somebody from killing her. Squishing herself between the covers and pillows she announced, “I’m going to be guarding the common room from here tonight. It’s a matter of life and death.”

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"A matter of life and death?" Al stuck his head through a hole in between two sheets. "Must be pretty serious." He looked over at Lo, all blonde crazy hair and crazy eyes. Something's got her riled up good and proper. "I could always come in and help you protect the common room from... whatever it is that it needs protecting from."

He liked Lo. She was mad and crazy and mad and the furthest from a Slytherin that a person could possibly be. Maybe that was why he liked her. She was in Slytherin, and yet she should probably be in Hufflepuff. But everyone treated her like a little sister, and she made life fun.

"So, zombies? Monkey robots? Can you imagine a monkey that looks like a zebra? Or a zebra that looks like a monkey?"

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So I’m sick for a couple of days and when I decide to brave the into the Great Hall, people won’t stop going off about Sierra, Brianna, and Deac. What the hell happened.

[lngstoryshrt]

You picked the worst days to be sick, dude.

[cockingly-blog]

Well excuseeeee youuuuu, Read, it’s not like I chose to be sick, someone coughed on me and boom! Sick. Wanna fill me in or what.

[lngstoryshrt]

Calm your tits, McLaggen! Sierra went to Ace with a letter that Riss was going to send to Jason revealing her feelings for him and Ace broadcasted it like she does with every rumor she gets her hands on. Ace signed Sierra’s name at the bottom so Jason’s upset with Sierra along with 3/4 of the school which upset Bri so she went off on everyone and then you know how Deac is, he’s blaming himself. So people were mad at Bri for upsetting Deacon and it’s just a huge mess. That’s what you missed.

[albusseveruspotterus]

at Glee Hogwarts.

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aL IS NOT TENTLYIRELY SOBER RIGHT NOW

[albusseveruspotterus]

“I’ll hold you to that. You owe me one leg showing. That’s in my brain. I will never forget it. Ever.” He laughed. “Even when we’re ninety four I will find you and I will make you show me your legs. Complete with the colours. And I want a picture. So I can keep it forever.” Al raised his eyebrows. “Riiiight, and I am a completely innocent seventh year. Tell me, Riles, what innocent fifth year is sneaking out of the castle with an equally innocent seventh year to go and get butterbeer? Wouldn’t be you, right?”

Al looked offended, putting a hand over his heart. “I always behave. And if you’re going to pinch that cheek then can you do the same with the other one? I find pinching them brings out this lovely rosy glow, you know? Can’t have one cheek being rosy and the other not.”

“In all the spy films and books the special agents are chosen for missions based on their abilities. Therefore, it’s a rule. And one I’m sticking to. And yes, I will tickle you. And I will have no mercy. And hey, I never said I played fair. But I am a good guy. I just know how to get what I want. And what I want right now, is Butterbeer.”

He stopped on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, looking at Riley. “Not going to be scared, are you?”

[lngstoryshrt]

“You’re really bent on this whole leg showing thing, aren’t you? Are you sure that your memory is really that good? ‘Cause I think you’ll forget eventually.” she said with a grin. “I’ll make sure that I always have a good pair of silver and green striped tights, just for you.” Riley’s mouth dropped open. “Okay, okay, I guess you have a point, maybe. But sneaking out of the castle’s so much more entertaining than most things in the castle anyway. Plus, butterbeer’s good. Okay, so yeah I’m not all that innocent.”

Riley laughed at his expression. “Is that what get’s the ladies? Rosy cheeks?” She asked as she pinched his other cheek. “There, your rosy glow is even. Happy now?” She asked with a smile on her face.

“Fine, fine. I’ll only tell you part of my abilities and then the rest can be a surprise.” She said with a nod. “Well, I can prank, curtesy of Fred Weasley and my little brother. I know the Bat Bogey Hex, courtesy of your lovely sister who has told me to use that on you, by the way. Ummm, I know how to fight. Like, fight fight. My dad taught me. That’s all your getting!” She said as she crossed her arms. “I’ll have to remember that you don’t like to play fair. Then let’s go!”

Riley eyed the Forbidden Forest, knowing full well there were spiders but she wasn’t going to puss out. “Not at all. Let’s go.”

[albusseveruspotterus]

Al put a hand to his chest, his mouth open in surprise. “Good memory? My memory is fine. I am not going to forget when a woman offers to flash some leg for me. That’s like, imprinted on my brain.” Al wiggled his eyebrows. “Not so innocent? Care to share your not so innocent ways with an innocent seventh year? Or is it going to make me blush?”

“Well, it’s not the only thing. I like to thing my baby blues, brown curls and good looks help. Not to mention my sparkling personality.”

“You can’t fight fair when you live with Lily and James. And have too many cousins to count. Either you play dirty or you die. That’s basically it. We are ruthless ninja assassins. You do not mess with us. And if you do, you’ll have a horde of Weasley-Potter’s coming down on your ass like a ton of bricks. Reassuring, I suppose, as long as you’re part of the family. And liked. That usually helps.” He grinned. “Feel free to jump into my muscular arms if you do get scared though. Big strong man will protect you.”

[lngstoryshrt]

Riley rolled her eyes, scoffing. “Men. Always remember when there’s a leg flashing involved. Never remember important holidays. Tch. Typical.” She said, trying but failing to keep a straight face. “I personally think it would be too much for your innocent ears to handle. Maybe when you’re older I’ll consider telling you.”

“Not to mention your decent sized ego and your charming capability of being humble. I’m surprised you don’t have a fanclub. Would you like me to start you one? Maybe write something along the lines of ‘Property of Al Potter’ on my ass?” She said, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms, mentally applauding herself for being able to keep up banter.

“That sounds like my household on crack. Oh, ninja assassins? Do you like to dress up in all black and run around with metal throwing devices and swords? Your family scares me at points. That Weasley temper is frightening. Especially when it’s coming from your sister. She gets fiesty. That coupled with Bri’s temper equates to nasty hexes and me stuck in the middle trying to get them to calm themselves.” She snorted, before smirking and walking into the forest, looking over her shoulder at Al. “Well come on, big boy, I thought we were sneaking out?” She cocked an eyebrow before turning back around, following the path deeper into the forest.

[albusseveruspotterus]

"I remember holudays perfectly thank you. I know when my birthday is, and Christmas. And those are the imoprtant ones. Everyone knows that." Al paused a second. "i'm i;der now. Will you tell me?"

"Me? Fanclub. POssh. Now you're just being silly. Fanclubs are for James. He had a fanlcub. Still sdoes, I think. I would't know. I'm not a memeber." Al grinned widely. "I am all for you tattoing your arse. Can I do it for you/ I am quite handy with a wquill."

"And no. I just steal my fdads invisibilty cloak. So much eaier than actually trying to be a ninka. And yeah, LIlyi is frightneing. But me and James like to wind her up. It's fun. Espeically when we can do magic at home and she can't. That's eeven better." Al followed Riley, hands deep in his pockets. "I appreciae the big boy. I really do. And turn right here."