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albus potter | 17 | 6th year slytherin "this'll be the last time" - every time's the last time

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( scxrpmxlfoy ):

“The more people you love, the weaker you are.” @ofintimidation

“I assume you’re speaking from experience.”

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If asked, Albus could draw a picture of the Quidditch pitch with nothing but his memory to serve as reference. More time was spent than not by the wooden stands, the area in which he resided all but hidden to those who aren’t in search of it. From there, he could view others with ease, but it wasn’t uncommon for him to go unnoticed. Not unlike in the castle, he supposed.

A chill ran down his spine as bits of sand and dust blew from a sudden gust of wind. A jacket would have been a good idea for that time of year, but he couldn’t have been bothered to look for one. Albus lifted a bottle to his lips, not so much as wincing as the smoky liquid slid down his throat. Turned his head he watched darkening shadows slowly inch their way along the ground, tangling together until they formed something almost sinister. His gaze was interrupted by a more definite form as it grew closer, and he looked up to see who the visitor was, his finger absentmindedly circling the bottle’s rim. “If you’re looking for pleasant conversation, I’d suggest going elsewhere.” @heavyheartcd

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“I gotta say that this new-found heroism is making me very attracted to you. No, seriously. Do you wanna try making out for a sec? Just to see how it feels?” @ofintimidation

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Albus chuckled at her offer, a smirk on his lips. The grin on her own just proved she took it just as seriously as HE, for catching a book as it fell hardly warranted such a reply. How far could he push it? “Who am I to deny such a heartfelt request?”

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Do you have a crush on anyone?

“I don’t see how that’s a n y of your business.”

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( domiweez ):

“You literally look like you need a year of sleep.” She teased, “This table is the broody cousin who loves me me so, so much. –Anyways, how have you been, Alby? Any new people in your life?”

“I’d be much better if I could finish this essay.” Her next question brought a smirk to his lips, “New people? Well - yes, there is someone. I think you might know her.”

[odessaorlova]

          “People always fucking underestimate me and it’s starting to get on my nerves.” Odessa didn’t really care if she was being harsh, but she was a bit tired of people treating her like she was nothing. One of these days she was going to show she was stronger than she looked. “I’ve got my own, thanks,” she spewed sarcastically, pulling out her own flask.

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“Sorry to break it to you, but I really don’t care.” After loosening his tie just enough so it was no longer strangling him, Albus took another gulp from the flask before screwing it shut and returning it to his pocket. He was going to need it talking to this girl. “Now I’m beginning to understand why you don’t have a date.”

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( odessaorlova ):

          “I’ll beat your ass.” 

“A threat I would take seriously could you see over my shoulder.” But, deciding he truly wasn’t drunk enough to deal with a confrontation, Albus took the seat across from her. It would have been easier to just leave her alone, but he needed some source of entertainment. Forgoing his spiked punch, he pulled a flask out of his pocket and took a swig, his nose scrunching slightly. As an after thought he offered it to her. “Loosen up a bit.”

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( odessaorlova ):

          “Well you’re blocking my view of Dom, so move or sit the fuck down.” 

“And if I don’t?”

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( scxrpmxlfoy ):

“Hey, you! Captain stupid face!” Scorpius stumbled up to Albus, eyes bloodshot after drinking so much punch. They stabbed him in the chest with their finger, scowling. “Why won’t you just admit that you think I’m cute?” @ofintimidation

“You’re plastered,” Albus noted with a laugh. If Scorpius’ actions left any doubt in his mind, their eyes rang as an indicator of how drunk they were - how drunk he wanted to be. Hand curled around his half-empty glass, he took a large swig, unfazed by the finger to his chest. “What brought you to that conclusion?’

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( odessaorlova ):

          “No, no. I don’t want to dance. I pulled a muscle yesterday flying.” 

“I wasn’t going to ask.”

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( burkcs ):

‘ does anyone else smell – you know what, that’s besides the point. you know what is the point ? valentine’s day is a holiday built on capitalizing on love and so what if you don’t believe in love or capitalism, hmm ? what then ? ‘

“we have to ask; is capitalism truly the right choice? or would we thrive under a communist manifesto, thus getting rid of this frivolous holiday?”

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albus potter | valentine’s ball outfit

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( scxrpmxlfoy ):

“Whatever you say, Potter.” Scorpius smirked, noticing the slight smile that had touched Albus’ lips. Standing suddenly, they moved so they were standing behind Albus, leaning down to whisper in his ear.“If you get bored of being what everyone else wants, you know where to find me.”

Albus’ jaw clenched. There was no denying it; he truly hated Scorpius most of the time sometimes. One night. Just a few short hours. That’s all it had been. And yet, they seemed comfortable enough to make such false, such true drastic assumptions about him. He didn’t even bother turning around, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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( cagedbyexpectation ):

“Some of the books in the curriculum ought to not be as SCARY as they are. It’s not something that makes me want to learn when I’ve got a book that’s trying to maim me.”

“They wouldn’t try to maim you if you knew how to use them.”

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( domiweez ):

“Albus. Let’s not get into an argument on who’s prettier because you know I’ll win but maybe you deserve that disappointment because you’re being rude.” With a hmph, Dominique sat down beside of him before she pointed out the other tables. “Mean girls, boys who nerd out about video games, boys who don’t know personal bubbles, and that person just smells gross. So, unfortunately, I’m stuck with you.”

“You keep telling yourself that.” Albus followed along as she pointed out others in the library, slowly nodding as she went along. “Please, do tell what you would label this table as.”

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( scxrpmxlfoy ):

“Oh, I’m so shocked, I’m distraught, I’m destroyed. How will I ever survive the heartbreak of knowing that you care so little about my academic career? In case it’s escaped your notice, I’m a Malfoy. I’ll get what I want no matter how little I work for it. Speaking of…” Scorpius reached across the table slightly, running their finger down the quill Albus had dropped. “What exactly is it you want?“

Albus rolled his eyes at their overdramatics, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile. “I’m sure you can, and will, get over it.” His eyes followed Scorpius’ movements, brows furrowed slightly. There was nothing to be talked about. At least, in Al’s eyes there wasn’t. Nothing he wanted to talk about. So he was going to try his hardest to avoid it, or he’d be damned trying. “To finish this essay. Preferably before next year.”

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( noah-hayward ):

“I’m the son of a lawyer and a neurosurgeon. I don’t believe in rhetorical questions.” Noah pouted overdramatically, fluttering his eyelashes “Does my horrible attempt at a pick up line mean that you want me to leave?”

Albus spared a glance at the other tables, noting that most were full. “Suppose you don’t have much of a choice,” he decided after a moment. “For future reference, I’d suggest not asking one to strip in somewhere as academic as a library. Or just forgo using that line in general.”