Distantly, Albus hears the front door open, but he’s built up far too much steam now. “It’s not my fault, or the cat’s fault, or even McLaggen’s bloody fault—if there’s anyone to blame then it’s Malfoy and his stupid competition, because he couldn’t just fall in love and get engaged like a normal person, no, he had to make a spectacle of it and—”
Someone coughs behind him—a quiet, embarrassed sound that instantly shuts him up.
i love one (1) disaster and his name is albus potter ✨













