albus s. potter

And all the people say "You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline" I think there’s a flaw in my code These voices won’t leave me alone Well my heart is gold and my hands are cold

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Albus rubbed his eyes in an obvious sign of exhaustion. “Yeah, I know I haven’t been in class, and I get that’s in unfair on you for me to keep doing this, but...please, just tell me what I have to do, and I’ll do it. I’m not asking to copy your work, I’ll do it myself, I’m just...” He sighed quietly, slumping his shoulders down. He was beginning to feel the weight of his lack of sleep. “Please. Can you just help me out this once?”

[the-write-ideas]

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

[love-personal]

[peachpitgirl]

cute date idea: let me sleep in your bed for hours on end because I’m tired of being a person

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victoire.

“Is SOMEONE bothering you, Al?” Victoire eyed the person who seemed to bugging her cousin, watching as their mouth finally snapped shut. They’d been through enough, especially Albus, and who were they to tell Albus he needed to go this memorial when they’d already been to quite a few events like this. This though, this was …. disgusting. “If they are, I’ll kick their FUCKING arse into November, you don’t need to go. Go catch up on work.”

Albus breathed an audible sigh of relief the moment his cousin’s voice greeted his ears. Vic was someone Al had always counted on to protect him from dickheads like this, but he’d hardly expected her to actually ARRIVE. With her by his side now, his eyes floated from his feet to their face, and his expression was steely. “Oh, no, this Ravenclaw here was just giving me some wonderful advice. I think I’ve decided not to heed to it, though.” He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning closer to his cousin and keeping his voice low to say, “Thanks, though, Vic. ‘Preciate it.”

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sterling.

“Are you fucking deaf, Potter?” He threw his arms in the air. Albus Potter was not the kind of person he intended to ever pick fights with – they shared the same enemy, after all – but today, apparently, was not a day for prejudice. “I said, what kind of fucking son are you? Isn’t this ridiculous fucking memorial service for you and your stupid family? What’s the fucking point if you don’t go?”

His jaw hung loose from his face, complete and utter shock burning in the depths of his eyes. Albus Potter wasn’t one to get angry ( he suppressed such a reaction for his brother and the man currently lying in a coffin ), but with the way this Slytherin spoke to him, he couldn’t help it. “Maybe I am deaf to such stupid accusations. Because that’s all these really are, you know -- accusations. I’m not anyone’s son, thank you, and I would hardly listen to someone like yourself telling me what this memorial is or isn’t. Because it’s not just one of the only people in the whole entire world that I’ve ever fully loved that’s dead -- it’s your own fucking Headmistress, too. And an incredibly brave Auror who risked his life for dickheads like you to live in this world. So why don’t you just SHUT UP and head to that service, if it’s so important to you.”

[wnq-writers]

Have you ever looked at how you cry? It’s heart-wrecking. You cry silently, shoulders shaking, but you never make a sound. It breaks my heart to see you this way. Tell me, who made you feel you have to keep quiet not to disturb anyone, even when you’re falling apart?

extraterrestrial-mountaineer (via wnq-writers)

[fyp-science]

Quiet people have the loudest minds.

Stephen Hawking (via not-that-into-labels)

[danitshotdontliedanisonfire]

Harry Potter Families Aesthetic || Potter (x)

Black; Malfoy; Weasley; Potter; Lovegood; Gaunt; Dumbledor; Lupin;

[cantcontrolthegay-deactivated20]

where is the lie

[themalkieway]

extroverts vs. introverts

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sterling.

“What kind of fucking son are you?”

“Excuse me?” Albus’ usual tremble was replaced with a steely ANGER. Too many responses were running through his mind -- I’m not his son; Fuck off; I’m sorry -- but he couldn’t even pick one to to form any words. Instead, all that came out was an incoherent squeak.

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rose.

“I’m not gonna force you to go, Al,” Rose responded, unusually gentle. Rose could understand the desire to stay behind; the thought of going to the memorial had nerves knotting up in her stomach, but she had to go to ensure that no one would bother her family during it. “So long as you’re SURE. I don’t want you to regret not going.“

Albus’ gaze fell to his fumbling hands, fingers knotting themselves together in a nervous tick that had become near second nature to him, especially within the past month. He found it hard to push the words out of his mouth without his voice trembling anxiously. “Look, I’m not...Rosie, I’m not sure about anything, to be honest with you. I don’t...are you going?”

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molly.

          &&.   “No, there isn’t,” the brunette shrugged her shoulders in her trait, self-satisfied Molly Weasley way. “But I must say the SAME for you.” Albus was, like all of her relatives, one of a kind. All vastly different, and all immeasurably magnificent. A pang of SADNESS, of sympathy and compassion and wanting to make it all better for her younger cousin stung her right where it hurt. Because this? The loss of Uncle Harry, it wasn’t something she could SAVE him, or Lily, or James from. She couldn’t  s h i e l d  her family from this pain —- but she’d damn well try to ease it. “I DID worry you’d leave me hanging there for a moment, but I should’ve known you always come through. Just for us? Well, consider me FLATTERED,” the girl laughed. “They’re just  l u c k y  it wasn’t Vic or Lily herself that’d overheard such astounding stupidity. Sardines for snot is a lenient punishment for ragging on the squad, don’tcha’ think? Maybe I’m getting SOFT in my old age.”

Albus’ cheeks tinted a light shade of pink -- he wasn’t used to receiving compliments, and he wasn’t the best at receiving them, either. Her soft tone sent a shiver of GRIEF up his spine, and his gaze fell to his feet, which shifted nervously from weight to weight. That tone...whilst Albus appreciated it ( immensely he appreciated it ) it could only remind him of his mother, that tone of which Ginny used to remind him that this isn’t his fault, this isn’t his fault, this isn’t his fault. Death. It’s no one’s fault, really. But isn’t it nice to place the blame somewhere? “Thanks, Molls,” he said finally, voice a near whisper. Smiling a little bit brighter now, he gave a light laugh. “I would never leave you hanging like that, dear Molly, you can always count on me.” He gave a scoff in agreement. “Kid’s damn lucky it wasn’t Lils that heard ‘im, he would’ve gotten a bit more than sardines comin’ out of his nose. But really, I think you’ve definitely softened,” he smirked. “You can do better, Molls, you really can...”

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lucy:

“Your siblings will be there, Al, we can’t just– and my sister will be there too, she’ll murder me if we–” Lucy couldn’t even bring herself to finish these sentences because, quite honestly, she wasn’t sure what she meant to say at all. “Yes, it will be awful” she agreed; well, at least she knew that.

“They’re not--” Albus stopped himself before he could get mad -- Lucy didn’t deserve that. He just stopped...no words could possibly explain what he even felt at the moment. “It’ll be terrible, Luce,” he finally said, voice quiet and trembling. “I don’t need to be reminded that he’s GONE...I don’t need the sorry’s...I just can’t do it. Not today, Lucy.”

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scorp:

“If  a n y  head would look good on a mantle, it would be mine,” Scorpius replied, swiping a thumb under his chin. “Have you seen this face? Crafted by the gods, and whatnot.” 

“As well-versed I am in being the family disappointment, I think it would be wise to make an appearance. Put up a united front. Or something terribly noble like that.” 

“Oh, shut up, you ponce,” Albus clipped, laughing quietly despite himself. “The gods were too busy to craft your face.”

Albus deflated ever so slightly at the words family disappointment. “Thanks Scorp, you’re really helping here.” He scrunched his face up, shaking his head a couple of times. “You know me, Scorp -- noble isn’t exactly the Albus Potter Adjective.”

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molly:

          &&.   Upon seeing Albus, Molly’s features softened ten fold. A smile, earnest and FOND, curved her lips. “I AM Molly Weasley, aren’t I?” She shot him a conspiratorial smirk, “that he did, and his mates will be next if they’re not  c a r e f u l.” The Ravenclaw took his hand, for a brief moment, and gave it a gentle squeeze before letting go. “Thanks for coming, Al. I know you weren’t exactly willing, but it’d be an awful shame if the Albert — Molly cousin alliance was lacking it’s most important member. Who else would put the assholes in their place with me?”

Albus felt his edges soften whilst in Molly’s presence. His tense shoulders relaxed and a soft smile lit up his features -- this was often the case for Albus around Molly. She was something of a calmer for him. “And there’s no one quite like you.” His smile brightened at the small smirk he received, and he glanced back at the boys who seemed far too scared to try a joke like that again. He squeezed her hand whilst he had it, then dropped it almost immediately. “Yeah, I didn’t...I just thought eventually you guys might want me here...or something.” He gave a light laugh and gave her an appreciative smile. “Of course, Molls, I’m here only to appease our alliance. It’s very important to me. --Oh, putting in assholes in their place is important too,” he grinned.

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lucy:

“I don’t want to go either, but as usual Molly talked me into it. We just– if we’re all there together, perhaps it won’t be so goddamn awful.”

“--If you don’t want to go, then we should skip together,” Albus hastily interrupted, grasping at what felt like thing air for any excuse to not go. “It’ll...it’ll be awful no matter what we do, Luce.”