#m: aberforth

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@seersblood from x

He looked at her in confusion when she stood up from the bar, whatever complaint he had dying on his lips as he started to ask her what she was doing. Of course, that was before her hands found his collar, and yanked him forward (quite rudely, he might add). But what followed was not what he had expected, and surprising enough that he couldn’t even think enough to react before he was released. He was still leaning against the bar, but further across it, and a little more off balance. “Oh, so that’s how we’re telling each other to shut up now?” he asked, trying not to sound as breathless as he felt. It was one kiss, for Merlin’s sake. “I don’t really recall that being the standard.”

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@seersblood

Aberforth was currently more than three thousand miles away from Albus, and he was still pissed at him. Of course he had managed to pull strings at Hogwarts and get the expulsion that Aberforth had spent a month trying to get and turn it into a transfer. Not even to Beauxbatons or something somewhat close. Fucking Ilvermorny. A month into his last year, and he was stuck here. The only thing that helped was telling himself that it wouldn’t be long before he got expelled from here, too, and Albus didn’t know anybody here to pull strings with.

In the library less than a week after arriving, he was looking at the shelves, wondering how easy they would be to topple, when he saw movement across the table. He turned to see a girl taking the seat there, and his brow furrowed in annoyance. “Aren’t there any open tables you could sit at?” he asked. “I sat alone for a reason, y’know.”

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@styleoverlaw

Aberforth wasn’t thinking as he reached over in front of Albus. His sleeves were only rolled up a part of the way, but when he reached for the piece of paper, it shifted the sleeve enough out of the way that the mark Grindelwald left showed - right in front of Albus’ face. He quickly drew his arm back, hoping that Albus hadn’t been able to make it out in the brief moment it was visible.

“Who’s the letter from?” he asked, intending to act like nothing had happened. “Is it something more about the blood pact?”

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@seersblood

“Hello to you, too,” Aberforth replied, not moving from his spot. “Nice to see you’re not dead. Just for reference, though, next time somebody tries to attack my pub, you’re strictly prohibited from getting involved if this is the result.” Some of Grindelwald’s followers had decided to attack the place, and he was glad Lillian had been there to help, but not that she had been hurt in the process. “Are you always so self-destructive in your behavior, or just when it could get you killed?”

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@rebellicvs from x

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any stupider - I know you love proving me wrong about shit, but could you start doing it in a non-life threatening way?” He moved closer to Horatio, leaning doing to examine the burns. “Merlin, what did you miscalculate? Why haven’t you gone to a Healer for this?” The burns were definitely bad enough to warrant it, and it was definitely more than Aberforth could heal.

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@rebellicvs from x

Aberforth sat up when Horatio finally started showing signs of being awake. He was immensely relieved, because the healers hadn’t known how long it would be before he woke up when they were last there.

“Funny, I said the same thing,” Aberforth replied, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. “I really don’t know how one person can be so idiotic. You really outdid yourself this time. Maybe you should just get an award or something.” His relief was enough to keep him from ragging too hard on Horatio - for now. There would be time for that later when Horatio could actually understand him.

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@alterxgos

“Oh, so you actually do leave that school every now and again?” Aberforth called when Albus walked through the door to the bar. He set down the box he had been moving on the bar, and watched expectantly. “To what do I owe the displeasure? I assume you want something from me, or you’d be holed up in your office or something.”

Aberforth rarely saw Albus, but it wasn’t like he made an active effort to see him, either. They certainly talked more now than they did in the years after Ariana’s death, but as long as Albus kept acting the way he did about the whole Grindelwald thing, things would always be tense. “I would say I’m busy, but...” He gave a pointed glance at the nearly empty pub.

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Open

“I don’t know what you’re trying to get from me, but it’s not gonna work.” Aberforth moved to a nearby seat. “If you had simply asked, I might have been willing, but I’m not a big fan of skirting around an issue. So if you want something to come of this, might I suggest being up front?”