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’ are you ignoring me? ’
She could answer that, Alphie. But then, she wouldn’t be ignoring you. Which, for the record, she is. Because you violated the code, Alphie. You violated it. Ride of Die. There is no other way and right now you are not seeming very #teamjamie.
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Alphie was Jamie’s first friend; the first person she bonded with outside her immediate family (and yes, Remus counts as immediate family, he’s her godfather). The two of them, along with the younger kids, grouped together to play or nap or whatever while the adults attempted to figure out how to get Sirius out of prison.
Jamie has a ‘ride of die’ philosophy when it comes to Alphie. If he’s miserable on the roof than she is (probably not miserable) on the roof. If he’s sulking in his room, then she’s laying atop of him and arguing nonsense arguments with him until he smiles. If Alphie is sitting on the stairs for backtalking an adult, then she is sitting there as well (sometimes with signs once they’re teenagers – it is TOO HER PROTEST STAGE).
As Jamie has never really seen the bits of her mother in her that others do, she never realized how very much (on the outside) their friendship resembles another one from long ago. At least not until Slughorn mentioned it.
As he has been around forever, Alphie is one of the few people who know just how bad Jamie’s issues can get. Jamie, when taken for the second task, didn’t realize just how bad her reaction would be. It’s the lake. It’s open. She gravely miscalculated and yet…somehow Alphie knew. Knew this wouldn’t end well and so made sure to be at the water’s edge when she and Harry came out.
Jamie is most definitely the bad influence on Alphie. No matter how much Alphie was to believe he has a ‘gently cultivated bad boy image’. The one getting them into trouble is Jamie. With her schemes and ‘brilliant ideas’.
No Jamie is the worst punishment Ceara can think of when it comes to Alphie. Not that Ceara ever really punishes her kids. But she’s threatened it at least once.
Jamie and later Hermione are the two people who can help to subdue Alphie’s fits of temper.
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[txt; Alphie]: One. Don’t call me Becca-Bear. That went out of style when I turned seven. [txt; Alphie]: Two. Stop waxing poetically about your calling as a stormtrooper of the Lord or whatever and get down here and help me study. [txt; Alphie]: I cannot take another round of disappointed Uncle Sully face if I fail Arithmancy.
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“I will bite you,” And she would too; as he well knew from her toddler days. It was far too early and the daystar was far too bright to deal with his shenanigans, especially any of his ‘wee baby siblings’ ones. “So unless you want to lose a finger, or a pint of blood, I suggest you back away. Slowly.”
@backxnblack || Continued from [x]
[txt; Alphie]: Tattoos, huh? [txt; Alphie]: Uncle Remus will probably freak out a bit. As will your dad. [txt; Alphie]: But I’m down. [txt; Alphie]: I suggest toujours rebelle
"you weren’t a choice. you were a fact." -- Alphie
A Mystery Meme || Accepting
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“Were?” Hermione sighed, smiling tightly over her coffee cup as she surveyed Alphie over the table. “I suppose there was always going to be a time when you started loving me in the past tense.”
She wasn’t sure why she’d agreed to this meeting, for closure possibly. Although, she supposed in order to get closure you had to want it. Hermione didn’t want closure from Alphie, she never had. She’d wanted him, she’d wanted them and although she’d thought the end of the war would bring them back together, it had only torn them further apart.
She had spent the last couple of months trying to be angry with him. She had tried to resent him and his absence from not only their relationship but himself. She had tried to place the blame solely on him. But the unfortunate downside of being logical was that it didn’t often allow for irrational emotions. She understood, why Alphie had been the way he had. She understood why he’d simply stopped putting the effort into them, when every day had been a struggle for him to even put effort into himself. She understood, and she wished she didn’t.
If she hadn’t understood, she never would have ended it. She supposed that was what hurt the most, being forced into the position of ending something she didn’t want to end. As he never would, he’d never purposely hurt her. She wanted to believe he was that type of person for her own sanity, but unfortunately the Alphie she knew didn’t fit the mould of a terrible ex boyfriend who’d treated her horribly.
“I do appreciate you making the effort to speak with me….” she murmured after a minute, lowering her coffee cup to rest on the table of the unfamiliar, neutral coffee shop they’d agreed to meet in. “However, you really don’t need to worry about me or my feelings. As you can see, I haven’t holed myself up in my living room, wearing a wedding dress I never owned.”
What she wanted to do was tell him how much she missed him. She wanted to be illogical and irrational and ask him over and over again why she hadn’t been enough for him. She wanted to demand why he wouldn’t let her fix it, fix them and why loving him somehow hadn’t measured up to expectations. But that wasn’t who she was, it wasn’t who she’d ever be and logical people met their ex boyfriends over coffee and had a civil conversation they didn’t particularly want to have.
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RUDE, RJ. RUDE.
HE DARES YOU TO TELL HIM YOU HAVEN’T THOUGHT IT BEFORE, ALPHIE, HE DARES YOU
Have you ever wished you were an only sibling?
“Yes?“
