C'EST LA VIE || ALBUS

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After having already come into contact with many of his students, coworkers, and a Weasley here and there, Teddy was curious how many more familiar faces he would cross.

Regardless of that thought, he made his way into The Steaming Stout. A saccharine scent wafted past his nostrils and he took in a deep, refreshing breath. The melancholy of voices, laughter and carols danced through his ears as he made his way to a nearby table and slid into a chair, chuckling at the joy drifting through the small shop. Maybe not the smartest decision of his, he ordered a large eggnog with rum and sat back, observing the scene around him.

Lights were strung around the ceiling, shiny tinsel thrown about here and there. A bright green tree sat in the corner, twinkling just as the eyes of the children ready for the holiday. Teddy's tongue darted out to wet his lips, hazel eyes making contact with the door as it chimed open.

Albus Severus Potter

[Albus Severus Potter]

don't speak too soon.

THOUGH ALBUS HADN'T ORIGINALLY INTENDED to attend the Hogsmeade festivities, he hadn't anything else to do. No work, no training, and he'd burned himself out on potions. Plus, he was visiting home for the holidays, and that was worse than his empty little flat. So, he'd escaped with the intention of getting a bit buzzed, looking at the lights until he got dizzy, and heading home when his mum was sure to be asleep.

All of his plans were to be done in his own company, but Albus hadn't expected to step in to the Steaming Stout and find a familiar face. It wasn't as popular as other venues, and Albus had hoped this would work in his favour. He hadn't been in the mood to make small talk with a regular. But, then again, he hadn't expected to see Teddy, either. It had been a while since he'd seen him. In fact, Albus couldn't even recall the last time they'd really interacted since he'd still been at Hogwarts. Even at the bar, while he ordered himself a 'festive firewhiskey' - flavoured with nutmeg and cinnamon - he couldn't stop looking over to where he was seated. Did he say hello? Was it presumptuous for him to approach uninvited?

Albus agonised over this for quite some time as he sipped his firewhiskey, the burn nipping the back of his throat and eventually numbing his tongue. He waited until it warmed his stomach to stand up and slowly approach where Teddy was sitting. "Uh... hi?" He said, though it came out as more of a question than a greeting. "It's been ages..." He muttered, licking his lips and gripping his glass with dear life, hovering by Teddy's table like a shadow. 

@teddy

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