Gate Crushed - Albus & Danny
alchemicalpotter:
Albus gave a little huff of laughter and rolled his eyes. Loch Ness and it’s legend were something he’d never quite understood. Pretty environs to be sure, but little else. He hummed, giving a look towards the lake.
“We do, yes. And a giant squid, though they don’t care for people much. Either of them. Some of the mer would tap on the window in the dungeons though,” he replied with a wistful little smile. Memories of when life had been easier.
“Muggle transit out? I suppose that’s quicker and more assured to be a direct route rather than something more tracked like an international portkey,” he mused, flashing Danny a concerned look. His friend was skirting some of the more dangerous aspects of the current administration. And there was sure to be someone looking for points. “Not sure if getting lit is the best thing for this party, mate. Lot of eyes and a lot of people on the prowl today.” He winced. He was getting suspicious in his old age.
Didn’t make him wrong though.
“You magicing over to Loch Ness or going to drive?”
“Fam.” Danny gave a goofy eye roll. He didn’t even have his driver’s license in the states—he knew how to drive, but since he couldn’t afford a car while he was travelling from sea to shining sea, he just didn’t really bother with renewing it. “Do I look like I fuck with rentals? How about you? Prince Charming here chauffeur himself around?”
Danny strutted around Prince Charming for a moment and narrowed his eyes, more intrigued by the idea of a dungeon window. “The dungeons lead to the lake? Like, we could—we could just take the long way and go from the surface, I guess—I mean I’m all prepped with my gillyweed—don’t ask how I got that, I just have it, it’s easier to get than scuba gear—but anyway, why waste time starting from the top, you know?”
He was becoming much more animated, attracting the attention of several of the party goers nearby—he didn’t think they could hear him so much as they were hyperaware that his accent didn’t fit. His hand tugged at Price Charming’s sleeve, and he began to pull him to the exit, to the consternation of a few people who just happened to be in the way. “You gotta show me this, bro—you can’t just talk about dungeon merpeople and not show me!”

















