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[Albus Severus Potter]

don't speak too soon.

29th of August 2022

MUSIC THRUMMED IN ALBUS'S EARS AS HE ignored the crashing sound of his little sister on her broom in the garden below, James' records scratching, and the general din of a very busy household in the thick of summer. He was hiding, his head bent over a desk that was covered in mysterious stains and char marks. It was where he concocted his most interesting creations, and it showed as a beaker fizzed and a cauldron bubbled dangerously.

The walls were oddly bare for a teenager's bedroom, nothing but a few dozen rectangular discolourations on the blue walls, the ghosts of posters he'd ripped down the summer before. The summer he'd decided to be anything but his father. When the expectations of the name 'Potter' became too incessant and constricting. He'd stopped playing any Quidditch whatsoever, became dangerously quiet whenever somebody asked an obscure question about his father or James, and started selling potions to make a little money on the side. That meant discarding the sports paraphernalia and shunning any mention of 'Chosen Ones'. It made him a very lonesome boy.

A large set of headphones jammed over his ears, he didn't hear the sound of someone jimmying the latch on his bedroom window. His back turned and angry rocky music deafening him. All that mattered was perfecting the scale of smoking fireseeds and billywig stings. So when he felt a hand on his shoulder he yelped audibly, dropping the metal spoon he was holding in to the beaker below, which in turn reacted to the contents inside and sent a shock of flames a half foot in the air which almost took Albus's eyebrows off. He turned expecting Lily, wondering how she'd gotten around his chest of drawers - which he'd wedged under his handle to keep her out.

Instead, when Albus turned around, he leaned back towards the smoking beaker and half screamed, eyes comically wide. Cast in shadow by the light leaking in through his open bedroom window, Cara Bainbridge stood with the stance of a warrior ready for battle. 

Albus didn't care for Cara Bainbridge for many reasons - one of the many children of the Bainbridge's who lived across the road. She had always been unnervingly pretty, with a sharks smile. Having spent much of their summer before their first year at Hogwarts gleefully kicking Albus from his practise broom. She was not his friend. Nor she was so pretty any more, standing in his bedroom with her hands on her hips. For her face - which had caused Albus to cry out so suddenly - was raised in dozens of angry red bumps, almost purple in colour. "What..." He very nearly asked what had happened to her pretty, pretty face, but corrected himself instead, pulling his headphones from his ears. "Did you climb through my window?!" He asked instead, aghast. 

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Albus Severus Potter

08.29.2022

Diana’s laughs were what had woken up Cara that morning. Her twin wasn’t much of a laugher, but this seemed to push her over the edge, enough that it seriously concerned the half-awake blonde. Being told to go ‘look at a mirror’ by Diana, Cara had sleepily dragged herself over to the standing mirror in their shared bedroom, only to be met by the most horrific version of herself she had ever seen in her sixteen years alive. She couldn’t even manage to utter a sound out; a scream wouldn’t suffice for the image in front of her. A few looks back and forth between the mirror and her twin solved the problem of where the nasty, abnormal breakout had come from: Potter had brewed her a potion that was supposed to help her focus on her writing. Merlin knew that was impossible with the triplets always thundering around the house and Kinsey being a miserable mess of nothing important.

But she had been played. She should have known better than to trust Albus Potter with anything, especially potions. Five years of potions classes with him should have taught her that, but no! Cara had seemingly not learned until today, and it was a hell of a way to be thrown into it. The snarl that had started to form on her face could have shattered the mirror if she hadn’t stomped away from it and out of her bedroom, straight into the bathroom across the hall. Potter was going to have a very rude guest later on in the day, and she was going to make it known too.

A few hours later and avoiding questions from her parents about why she wasn’t coming out of her bedroom, Cara eventually managed to slip out of the house, a baseball cap pulled firmly down over her eyes and one of her brother’s hoodies hiding the rest of her face. The plan was to climb up into Potter’s bedroom, through the window that was directly across from hers and Diana’s, and hold him hostage until he brewed up a cure for her face. In theory, she thought it sounded like a good idea. In practice, it ended up being more difficult than she initially envisioned it to be.

The climb took her way longer than she thought it would, and the fact that she was doing it in broad daylight in the middle of Godric’s Hollow didn’t help her case at all. The other problem was that she could have sworn Lily Potter zoomed by her at some point on her broom, maybe even stopping for a moment to see if she wanted to intervene with what Cara was trying to do. If her hood hadn’t fallen off her head a few moments earlier, exposing her hair, she may have been mistaken by the redhead as an intruder. Whether or not that would have changed anything for the Potter girl was something to discuss on a later date.

Peering through Albus’s bedroom window, Cara instantly knew she had the advantage. His back was turned to her, and he was wearing headphones. Her luck was looking on the up and up, and even more so because the window was unlocked. Slipping effortlessly into the room, she pulled her wand out and pointed it at the Potter boy. It didn’t take him long to turn around, wide-eyed and obviously surprised that she had seemingly appeared out of nowhere in his bedroom. “Fix it,” she demanded instead of answering his blubbering question, pointing at the bumps on her face with her wand. “Your potion was off. I woke up with these and they won’t go away.”

[Albus Severus Potter]

don't speak too soon.

FROM THE CAP JAMMED OVER HER BUTTERY blonde hair, to the frumpy jumper she had on, Cara definitely looked like she was in hiding from something. But, rather than her unsightly appearance, Albus was more concerned about the wand that was pointed at him brazenly. He swallowed roughly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he held up both hands and scoffed nervously. "Uh, put the wand done, why don't you." He stuttered at first, eyeing it with a shrewdness that masked his obvious fear at being hexed in his own bedroom.

Albus and Cara were both too young to be performing magic outside of Hogwarts, but something about the dangerous look on Cara's face told him she'd be willing to risk expulsion when it came to her face. "How do you know that," He waved his hand at her spotty face, his nose wrinkling, "Had anything to do with me." He had sold her a pretty potent potion the night before. Cara having requested something that would help her focus, which was easy enough. He'd tested it on himself first and he'd made four outstanding orders throughout a single night. It had been his most productive day all summer. Though the crash had been epic afterwards.

With Cara was standing in his bedroom threatening him, Albus found his pride sore. So, he leaned back in his seat and forcibly crossed his arms. If he didn't look afraid, he wasn't, right? He donned a defiant tilt to his chin and sniffed once, eyes flickering side-ways to the chest of drawers trapping them both inside, then over to the window that was still ajar, a summer breeze ruffling his curtains softly. "I tested your batch on myself," He explained, a slight smirk on his face. "It wasn't off." He resented that insinuation all on its own. He was running a side-hustle all on his own. What was she doing with her summer? Besides breaking and entering...

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08.29.2022

“No thanks,” Cara refused, extending her arm further out so as to make it more intimidating. The Bainbridge girl knew she had a reputation at school to be loud and insufferable and one-hundred percent irrational. She was allowed to be that when everyone that surrounded her was lacking in common sense. The seed had been planted by her siblings and Hogwarts worked as an excellent fertilizer to grow her disdain for other people. The younger students were a constant annoyance, the older students were good for nothings, and her classmates were dolts. And Kinsey she hated the most. Potter though…Potter was nearing Kinsey level now. Cara had been so close to bumping him up a few spots on her hate list if his stupid potion worked as intended and if he continued selling it to her. It would have been a mutually beneficial relationship, and Potter, just like his two siblings always did, had to go and screw it all up for her.

She was surprised that he had chosen to argue back, and his stammering soon turned to a weird confidence, as if she had been the one to do something wrong to make this happen. “How do I know?” she said a lot louder than she probably should have after breaking into Potter’s house, “I know because I drank your damn potion so I could study for a few hours before bed. That means this,” she waved her free hand in front of her face again, “Is all your fault.”

That wasn’t going to be enough though, and Cara knew she was going to have to be pushier than playing the blame game. Potter was probably used to that. She heard the Potter kids yelling at each other all the time from across the street. His sister was the royal terror of the entire block, always doing drive-bys on their postboxes with her broom and a beater bat she scrounged up from somewhere. She almost took Cara’s nose off once when she wasn’t paying attention. The family’s egotism eclipsed everything else, and Potter started to get comfortable with the situation by challenging her with his own experience with the potion. “You wouldn’t have noticed because your face is always this horrendous,” Cara sneered, though her petty attempt to insult him was probably going to go nowhere. “Don’t make me say it again Potter. Fix it. Now.”

[Albus Severus Potter]

don't speak too soon.

THE WAND STAYED AND SO DID THE KNOT IN Albus's stomach. She wasn't tall or physically intimidating, but standing with the tip of her wand pointed at his face, Al felt sure she would follow through with her threats. Especially given the sheer mess of her face, which had once been so beautiful that Al could barely look her in the eye at one time. Then again, it was just Cara Bainbridge, and unfortunately, she had a mouth that never stopped.

Proven by how it raised as she yelled at him, gesturing at the state of her face as she did. Okay, so she had a point, but Albus didn't feel guilty. He tested all of his potions on himself, but she took the risk when she bought it. He wasn't licensed or backed by anything official. But, that also meant that she could do whatever she wanted to him in retaliation. He maintained his brave face, but his posture was stiff as a board.

"Well, it worked fine for me." Albus said again stubbornly, racking his brain for a reason as to why she would react that way. "Maybe you're allergic or something?" He asked her flatly, rolling his eyes as he shifted sideways in his chair, the wheels rolling as he moved towards his desk, eyes on Cara's wand the entire time. He blindly reached around and grabbed his box of glass bottles, pulling it on to his lap and rifling through it until he came out with a brown glass phial.

"I print the ingredients on the bottle." He explained, holding out the phial for her to see. But, she was only interested in him fixing her face. He didn't know how to, not if she didn't know why and he panicked, his shoulders coming up around his ears as he spluttered. "I- I'm not a Healer!" His eyes wide, nose scrunched as he became indignant. "Plus, why would I fix it if you're going to speak to me like that?" He huffed, sneering back at her. "Maybe you deserve it." Albus had forgotten about the wand in his face. 

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08.29.2022

Cara didn’t climb up through Potter’s window just to be told that she was potentially allergic to one of the ingredients in the potion he had sold her. That was stupid – a cop out to the obviously faulty liquid he had handed over. Her eyes narrowed at him, dissatisfied with his response, wand following him closely as he rolled his chair over to his desk and produced a vial that looked similar to the one she had purchased from somewhere on his mess of a desk. If she thought her desk looked horrendous with all of the study materials and notebooks for jotting down short stories, Potter was a mad scientist with a dash of a hoarder. She had watched the muggle television show with her parents before, so she knew what hoarding looked like. And if he was selling bootleg potions out of his bedroom, that clearly meant he was a mad scientist too. “And? So what if they’re on the bottle? A potion for focusing on work shouldn’t cause this to happen. I’ve taken potions too, in case you’ve forgotten.” It was a poor counter because she also knew that it was quite possible that this could be an allergic reaction that she was unaware of. The vial he had given her was already in the bin next to her desk, and she had neglected to read the label before chugging the whole thing in one go.

“Right, I’m sorry. I should have tortured you first. That would have made this whole thing go a lot faster,” she rolled her eyes back at him. She could do this all day. While he had Lily as a sister, Cara had four more, equally as awful and disruptive sisters which, when combined, was far worse than the little redheaded girl could ever be. At least Diana and Dustin were normal. Potter pissed her off though, and she was glad he was normally stuck across the street from her and she only had to see him a few times during the summer months. If he had been her brother she probably would have killed him by now. Especially after saying that she deserved the after effects of the potion. “Oh? I deserve it do I? And what did I ever do to you, Albus? I risked my face for your botched potion. And now I have two days to get it fixed before going back to school. I’m sure the Ministry wouldn’t like to hear about a Hogwarts student preparing potions that worked like study drugs out of his bedroom. All I have to do is go back to my room and draft up a letter, attach the vial, and send it off. Simple as that.” She raised an eyebrow at him, crossing her arms indignantly, desperately hoping her threat would get him to move. All he had to do was make a counter to the potion, right? If he was supposedly so good at them, he had to know how to reverse it too.

[Albus Severus Potter]

don't speak too soon.

IT DIDN'T APPEAR TO MATTER WHAT AL SAID, Cara had already made up her awful little mind about what had happened. Perhaps she thought he did it intentionally, and he wanted to snort. Cara was one of his best sellers at this point, and the fact that she lived within 'climbing' distance had always been something of a perk. Until she'd used it against him. He leaned back in his chair until the back rest creaked.

"I- I don't sell potions you can buy at Slug & Jiggers," Albus snorted, shrugging his shoulders with little to no remorse. "I make my own stuff, it's experimental." All of his potions were somewhat tweaked from their original recipes. Improved, he would say, but certainly not fool proof, either. But the threat to his reputation was certainly enough to get him moving. His face went stiff, back straight as he clenched his hand around the armrest of his chair. She was right, of course, she could certainly have him expelled in a single letter. At the very least he'd have to go up in front of the Ministry and he wouldn't hold up to scrutiny. The evidence was all over his bedroom.

Standing abruptly, Albus faced the tip of her wand as he edged towards her. A harried exasperation edged in panic as he lifted his hand and reached for her face. "Let's see then," He muttered, hoping she wouldn't send him through the window as he reached for her chin to scrutinise her face. Up close it was much worse, the skin looked tight and shiny, the bumps inflamed and pregnant with puss.

"Oh... ew." He couldn't help but say, and his eyes flickered to hers expecting some sort of retaliating punishment. But, at the very least, he had an idea of what had happened. "They're just hives..." He said in a rush. "Happens to me all the time." His voice was low as he frowned up close, standing toe-to-toe with her. "Frankly, I think you've never looked better..." He couldn't help but snark, but stepped back in preparation of a smack this time. "But, I can fix it!" He added, hands up in surrender, a little smirk on his face. 

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There was a poor attempt at curling her lip up at Albus Potter in disgust as he stated the obvious, a hive sitting directly in the corner of her mouth putting a stop to such an attempt. “No shit. And this one didn’t work,” Cara rolled her eyes at him instead. She desperately hoped that these wouldn’t leave blemishes on her face, or at the worst, scars. Both were easily fixable with magical topicals and creams if they were from normal things, like hormones and injuries. Potter’s experimental study drug was a complete mystery though, and she feared that anything that came from it would be irreversible. Hence her complete fury with the boy for not disclosing what was in it when he first handed it over to her. The ingredients being on the label wasn’t good enough.

Threatening him with Ministry intervention seemed to do the trick though. Cara had no problem reporting his activities to the government or the school if it meant stopping him from mass producing his crackpot potions, even if it meant she would get in trouble for ingesting an untested one. In the end it would be worth it. Almost as much as watching him squirm in his chair. Sticking her wand in his face had the intended effect that she had been hoping for too. She only relented when it finally looked like Potter was going to get a closer look at his handiwork. “Ew? Really? You don’t say, Potter,” Cara scoffed at his reaction to her face. His follow-up that it was ‘just hives’ irked her even more, because they were far from being just hives. She didn’t get hives, or pimples, or bumps, or any of those nasty things because she took care of her skin. And these sorts of things didn’t just appear overnight unless there was a reaction from the potion! Being ordinary, run of the mill hives didn’t make sense at all.

She clicked her tongue at his jeer and had half a mind to stick her wand back in his face and hex the hell out of it, but he quickly backed off and offered a fix. “Can you though? You’ve already botched one potion. I’d hate to wake up tomorrow with my toes and fingers swapped with each other because you're inept at mixing ingredients.” The problem here, though, was that she could either submit herself to be his lab rat again, or go home and risk the chorus of laughs and jokes from her sisters. Letting out a sigh, Cara placed her wand back in her pocket and turned to sit down on Potter’s bed. “Fine. But I’m going to watch you make it so that you don’t try to pull anything on me again.”

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[Albus Severus Potter]

don't speak too soon.

ALBUS WASN'T WORRIED HE WOULD FAIL TO brew an effective cure. He was more concerned that Cara would lose patience before he could finish one. She had had a fairly human reaction to something that was in his potion. Albus wasn't very worried about it, but she was. Her face, which was normally strikingly beautiful, had been marred completely. He hadn't been able to help his immediate reaction and flinched as if she might hex him for it.

"An allergy cure wouldn't do that," Albus snorted, as if it were entirely obvious. Her wand was somewhat lowered, but he saw how tightly she gripped it. As if the slightest provocation would have her pointing it under his chin once again. Slowly, with great reluctance, Albus sat on his desk chair. She seemed to consider her next move before she threw herself on his bed. It was badly made, the sheets creased, but he still felt a stab of annoyance at the way she made herself at home. He stared at her haughtily, his knees shifting as he swung from side-to-side.

"Fine," He snapped after a second, his tone terse as he turned away. She could hex him and he wouldn't even know it, the tension showed clear on the line of his shoulders. "But you could fix this with a bloody muggle anti-histamine." He grumbled, gathering up a few phials of varying colours and consistencies. He pulled his small, pewter cauldron over and began dumping ingredients inside. Stopping to snip off fresh sprigs of dittany and eucalyptus.

"Do you have any allergies?" He asked after a few minutes of loaded silence. He was a good potioneer, and he wanted to know where he'd gone wrong. "Before I give you something else that makes you blow up?" Under the guise of concern, of course. He half turned towards her, not fully in case she assumed he was staring at her mottled face. A blue, heat-less flame flickering under the contents of his cauldron. 

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For the first time during this encounter, Cara held her tongue when Potter tried to tell her that her worries wouldn’t be caused by a cure for her face. How did she know that? The last potion was to help her focus when studying, and look what it had done. If the whole point of staying awake was knowing that looking in a mirror would show an image of pure horror, maybe it had done its job. She didn’t think it was a reach to be guarded over anything he handed to her at this point, especially a fix to some unknown reaction she had to the previous one.

Maintaining her stony and pissed off vigilance from the comfort of Potter’s bed, she crushed her arms and legs to show her impatience. Staring him down was the only way to get him to move faster without shoving her wand in his face again. “You know as well as I do that a muggle medicine won’t fix something caused by magic,” she tossed back his way. That was basic potions and beginner healing magic knowledge. A normal allergic reaction to say, peanuts, would easily be fixed via that method, but they were still unclear on what caused this, or if it was even an allergic reaction to begin with. Getting the creator of the Frankenstein potion to make a new, counter potion was the only thing that would work aside from having her parents take her to Mungos. And doing that would expose her for the whole world to see what had happened to her face. She couldn’t vouch for Potter’s safety at that point.

“Obviously to something you put in that last potion that I didn’t know about.” Potter’s quiet efficiency while tossing ingredients into his cauldron looked scarily haphazard from where she was sitting, and he had placed too many things into it before asking her that question. “You do know what you’re doing, right?” she asked, slight concern growing in her voice as she stood back up so she could get a closer look at how the new concoction was faring. “Because if I drop dead from this and you try to hide my body, I’m pretty sure your sister saw me climbing in here. And you know she can’t keep her mouth shut for more than a second.”

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IT WAS TRUE THAT MAGICAL REACTION COULD only be rectified by magical solutions. And Albus gave Cara a slightly astounded look from the corner of his eye that she knew that, he'd thought her far dumber than she actually was, clearly. Then again, Albus had a way of underestimating his rivals. He sniffed and averted his gaze, eager to correct her to reset the balance. "Mm-hm," He hummed, lips thin. "But, we don't know that it's not a muggle reaction to a muggle ingredient." His tone was a little too petulant for his liking, but he maintained. "There's absolutely nothing magically wrong with my potions." He said firmly, in great offence.

Albus felt forced as he sat at his desk, going through the usual motions of setting things in to place. Healing potions were easy, by-the-book for the most part. Though, he'd often fantasised about creating a healing draught that would heal wounds faster and more efficiently. Alas, that was far more advanced than he was currently capable. That's how you really blew someone up. Cara's eyes were like daggers digging between his shoulder blades, hot on the back of his neck. He felt red-faced and irritated.

"Of course I know what I'm doing!" Albus snapped, her stare and her voice grating on his last nerve. "And it would go a lot faster if you stopped staring at me." Albus didn't like drawing attention to himself at the best of times, his hands were becoming sweaty and he used the back of his palm to swipe unruly tendrils of hair from his forehead. His mum kept telling him to get a haircut, it was getting in to his eyes now.

His nostrils flared as she continued to prattle on, turning the stirrer in the mixture as it began to melt and bubble before he twisted his neck to look at her. It annoyed him even more that she was still unnaturally pretty, even with hives all over her smug little face. It scrunched his nose and narrowed his eyes to slits.

"Well, I'll tell them it was self defence." Albus sniped, jutting out his chew and gnawing on the inside of his cheek until it hurt. "A monster climbed in to my window." His lips threatened to quirk in to a smirk, but he didn't turn back in case she swiped him. "Plus, Lily would help me hide your body." This he said with an unnatural surety. He turned away with a shrug. "I'd probably dissolve it anyway, it's much more efficient and eco-friendly." The potion began to bubble. 

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It was like they were going around again and again when it came to the validity of his potions. There certainly was something wrong with them, because the one Potter gave her left her looking like Frankenstein’s monster. Cara wasn’t privy to perfect skin just like the next person, but she did her best to maintain it. Being pitted against Diana and her metamorphmagi powers was absolutely infuriating at times. Her twin could make anything come and go as she pleased. What was more perfect than that?

Cara could only suffice to give him a glare at his stupid drivel about his potions being fine, crossing her arms petulantly as she waited for him to continue on with the task at hand. If she wanted to hear him drone on for ages about how gifted he was at potion making, she would be trying to get into his pants right now, not threatening his manhood with her wand. “Would you rather I snoop through your underwear drawer then?” Cara asked as she stood up and started towards his dresser. “I’m sure you have plenty of dirty little secrets in here that you wouldn’t want anyone to see…” her hand tugged on the handle just enough to pull it open slightly, but not enough to actually see the contents inside. “So stop whining Potter, and make the fix.”

Having to repeat herself over and over again was starting to get irksome, adding more to the headache that had already formed from her fearsome facial issue. Fortunately, the constant threats seemed to work on Potter, and he started cracking away on his potion. Cara wasn’t going to second guess him if he was actively working on it, but she would raise hell if the end product didn’t fix the problem.

And then he thought he would get a little bold. Tossing his own threat back at her, and how his sister would help him get away with it. Cara swore mentally, her jaw locking in place as she narrowed her eyes at him, “She can’t be that stupid, can she?” She knew the answer was yes though. Cara had heard and seen enough of Lily Potter to know the girl was batshit crazy. Some would say that growing up across the street from her would be fun and a constant stream of entertainment, but Cara always saw it as an annoyance. Nobody needed to have that much energy. It was unnatural and irresponsible of Mr. and Mrs. Potter for letting her get away with everything that she did both at home and school. Suffice to say, Cara loathed the girl more than she did the middle Potter.

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ALBUS WOULD HAVE MUCH PREFERRED IF CARA left and came back, actually. But, he wasn't stupid enough to think she had the patience for that. Also, he thought she liked the control of her pinning eyes. Albus didn't. It was making him nervous. And her answering reply didn't fill him with confidence either. He had one eye on his cauldron and the other watching her in his peripheral as she strolled towards his chest of drawers. He wanted to snap at her, but the potion was almost done.

With a grunt, he turned back to the cauldron and extinguished the flame just in time. It had turned a lovely, putrid shade of green. He grabbed an old t-shirt from the floor and wrapped his hands in it, grabbing the scalding hot cauldron and tipping the contents in to a glass beaker to cool. Hissing as splatters hit his exposed arms, Albus dropped the empty cauldron back in to place with a frustrated clatter. The beaker steamed with its green contents and he grabbed it gingerly and spun in his chair, scooting across the floor to knock against Cara's knees.

"My sister isn't stupid." He corrected her emphatically, an arm reaching across his drawers and the other brandishing the potion. "You're kind of a pervert, you know that, right?" He said with a little half smirk, which was quite unlike him. "Here." He pushed the beaker on to her, failing to even put it in to one of his arty crystal phials for her to take away. He just wanted her to stop ragging on him. "Don't drink it until its cooled." He warned her, scooting backwards his desk as and after thought. He rifled around in the locked bottom drawer, pulling out a silver tin and tossing it to her.

"The potion will stop the hives." He promised, it was nothing bar a jazzed up anti-histamine with magical healing properties. Albus had always loved mixing muggle and magical properties together to speed things up. "The salve is for the ones you already got." And then he leaned back in his chair with a shrug. "I want the beaker and the tin back when you're done." He said firmly, he couldn't keep buying containers for irresponsible customers. 

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A snort erupted from Cara when Potter stated that his sister wasn’t stupid. She had heard of defending siblings but there was an extent to that. If any of her sisters were as dumb as a doorknob or were even remotely close to being as needy as Lily Potter was, she would probably outright disown them. The good thing about doing that in the Bainbridge family was that there was always a replacement. Remembering Kinsey existed on a daily basis was anxiety inducing for Cara, and she could definitely do without her as a sibling. So the fact that Potter wasn’t immediately dismissive of his own sister ended up drawing out that snort, and a sarcastic laugh after it.

She didn’t acknowledge Potter’s comment, but relented her hold on his top dresser drawer. Her immediate thought upon trying to open was that she probably didn’t want to see the secrets he had inside. If he was so busy playing mad-scientist, there was no telling what else he had hidden around his bedroom. Instead, she flashed him a toothy smile and grabbed the beaker from him as it was pushed in front of her face. “Right, until it cools down,” she repeated, watching him run back across his room to grab something else out of a drawer. “Uh, no. You can keep that for yourself. You need it.” Cara gave him a look up and down, trying to make her point clear that she didn’t need his facial care products. There were plenty to go around in the Bainbridge household.

“I’ll float it across the street later. But only if it works. If it doesn’t, it’ll be in a million little pieces on your window sill.” Cara shook the beaker around, the liquid still releasing steam. Realizing that there was no way she could feasibly climb back down the way she came in, she stepped towards his door and pulled it open. “Better hope it works. I’ll say hi to your parents on the way out.” That act alone would probably have him squirming for the rest of the day, and Cara did just that on her way out, though unfortunately only running into Lily on the front stoop, broom in hand. Not caring what the redhead thought, she winked at her, and held a finger up to her lips, before running back across the street and into her own home, so that she could test the potion.

Albus Severus Potter ● 407 ● Feels So Nice by The Wrecks

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[Albus Severus Potter]

don't speak too soon.

29th of August 2022

SHE HAD BLOWN IN AND RUINED HIS DAY, HOW very Bainbridge of her, Albus thought. Watching as she jostled the beaker around as if it were a pom pom and not a delicate mixture of chemicals and magic. "Careful..." He hissed, his nose wrinkling as he watched the steam curl and the liquid slosh as she brandished her hands like drumsticks. "It's- It's a salve..." He ground out, weary all of a sudden. "I'm not trying to put make up on you." But, she had already made up her mind.

"It'll work." Albus rolled his eyes, almost going in to another tirade about her own mistake. His potion had never malfunctioned. It was her stupid body that was the problem. He'd sold the same recipe to a dozen different students and nobody had complained so far. Apart from her. Which seemed pretty in character as well. And then, as quickly as she came she headed towards his doorway. "No- wait!" He lurched after her, but she was already through the door and prancing towards the stairs. "If you say anything..." Albus grumbled. "Hives will be the least of your worries."

Which of course, was like signing his own death warrant. She was already down the stairs and he heard his mum crow in surprise, a mumbling of words. He closed the door and leaned his head against the wood. Lifting it, slamming it down, lifting it again and battering it down again. The steady thud of flesh on wood jarring his brain. Which would really be the least of his worries if Ginny Potter found out her son was punting illegal potions to fellow students.

[END ALBUS]

cara june bainbridge

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