Promise You'll Never Let Go | Rosise & Albus

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Rosie had heard the rumors floating around the daily prophets office. Okay, they weren’t really floating. Being thrown around was more like it. It seemed to be the only thing anyone could talk about for days. The Wyrdness and Yrisle island had suddenly jumped into the mind of the greater population and suddenly the prophet was asking for reporters to go and investigate the island. Rosie was far from an investigative reporter, but she had to admit, the idea intrigued her, especially after she started doing some real research into the island and it’s myths. Yrisle was said to be the birthplace of magic. The start of it all. The first vampires were said to come from that island. The girl swallowed the lump in her throat as an idea flashed in her mind - if that island created vampirism, maybe it could take it away too… No. she shook it from her head. That was crazy. And Dangerous.

But she kept thinking about it, all day and into the next, and the more it was talked about, the harder it was to forget. She found herself tentatively volunteering to go and investigate, which came as a surprise to her supervisor, as Rosie had refused any international gigs since her attack. However, before she went, there was someone she needed to talk about it to. If it was a crazy idea, she knew the only person who would make her see sense was Albus. So she took the idea home that night, just something to chew on. She wasn’t sure how she was going to bring it up yet but while she was hanging out with him in the kitchen as he was preparing his own food, she couldn’t contain it any longer. She had always been really bad about keeping things inside. “Have you heard much about Yrisle?” she asked, trying to act casual.

Albus Severus Potter

[Albus Severus Potter]

son't speak too soon.

THE MINISTRY WAS IN UPROAR, AL COULD TELL. Aurors being pulled from missions, reassigned and ushered in to dark corners for 'ministry official' fieldwork. The stories had reached Al eventually, filtering down from higher up until they were whispered among fellow trainees over duelling sessions and PT. It was all very hush-hush, which was a bit of a problem for Al as he had nobody to talk to about it.

Trudging home each night and pretending to Rosie that everything was okay, that an island hadn't risen from the sea mist. Luckily, Al was very good at keeping secrets, so he sat on his hands impatiently. Soon enough, word would break among wizard-kind and he would no longer be bound by the tongue. In the meantime, he functioned normally, he asked about trainee's being allowed on missions to Yrisle, where he was steadfastly brushed off. 'No need to go trying to prove yourself, son', his trainer had said to him. Albus had bristled quite visibly.

Stirring a pot of pasta quite viciously, Al stewed in his own ego until Rosie addressed him. He paused mid stir, the wood clacking against the side as he turned to look at her. "Pardon?" He asked, his eyes skimming across her face suspiciously. Had she read his mind, he wondered. Or, had he been thinking out loud? "Who told you?" He asked bluntly, pushing the pot from the ring to sit, momentarily forgotten about. "I thought they were trying to keep it quiet for now." He mused, frowning. If Rosie knew, it was likely that most of the Daily Prophet knew as well. And then he looked up sharply. "Why?" He asked. 

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Rosie kind of enjoyed the look on Albus’s face when she asked him about the mysterious island. He obviously knew exactly what she was talking about but he gave her a look like he never in a million years would expect her to know anything about it. She didn’t really blame him. Until fairly recently she had given into her instinct to stay quiet and stay out of most business that she didn’t think involved her. But she was feeling a little more confident lately and when they had brought up the opportunity at work, something inside of her jumped at the chance. “And you expected the prophet wouldn’t find out?” she asked with a half raised eyebrow and a smirk on her face. As much as the ministry tried, it wasn’t possible to keep much from the Daily Prophet, it was their job after all to give the people the real news and keep the world informed. “They’re looking for reporters to go investigate…” she replied when he asked why she was asking, giving him a slightly suggestive look. “Could be fun…” she added.

Albus Severus Potter

[Albus Severus Potter]

son't speak too soon.

WITH A SNORT OF SURPRISE, ALBUS ROLLED HIS eyes at Rosie. She was right, of course. The Daily Prophet had their noses in everything. But, the lack of knowledge and understanding of the mysterious island had Albus thinking too highly of the Ministry. He should have known better. He was practically living with a reporter. 'As long as I'm not the leak', he thought with a cringing honesty. Thinking of the Auror Slater and her epic fall from grace.

"Guess not," He muttered, shaking his head lightly as he stirred the pasta, slower this time. Casting occasional glances at Rosie as she stood staring at him expectantly. As if he might give her the scoop. "Don't expect any exclusives from me, Williams." Though he did a sharp double take when she hesitantly said what she was really thinking. His mouth dropping open slightly as he regarded her with a new set of eyes, the steam curling the short hairs on the side of his head.

"Could be..." He said after he regained his composure, turning the cooker ring down another notch to give Rosie his full attention. "Are you looking for a Ministry guide, sports reporter?" His brows lifting towards his hairline. These days, his friend was full of little surprises. From her break up with Brandon, to their ill fated, sporadic hook ups. They were constantly redefining their ancient friendship. And suddenly, she had some kind of death wish. Albus didn't know whether to be fascinated or terrified for his old friend. 

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Albus seemed more annoyed than impressed by her knowledge of the mysterious island. However, she didn’t really care. She had learned a long time ago to ignore his moods when he got them. They had been friends for most of their lives and she knew how moody he could get about the randomest things. “You really think you could have kept it from me anyway?” she teased. She assumed he told her most everything, but how much he really told her she supposed she really didn’t know. Maybe there were a lot of secrets he was keeping. Though there weren’t too many secrets she kept. She didn’t really like keeping secrets. Nor was she good at it anyway. “Do you even have any exclusive information?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and casting a teasing smirk his way.

She gave a single deep laugh when he asked if she, a sports reporter, was looking for a ministry escort. She shrugged. “I suppose if you were already planning to go, we could just coordinate together, you know, buddy system and all that.” She was still kind of hesitant about the whole thing. But then she remembered that she was a vampire. And her best friend was a skilled wizard. Could there be something on the island that they couldn’t handle? “Unless you’re scared. Then we can just stay home...” she suggested, watching him cook, wondering what kind of reaction she’d get.

Albus Severus Potter

[Albus Severus Potter]

don't speak too soon.

THERE WAS NO DENYING THAT ROSIE HAD A point. With a natural sense for information, secrets rarely stayed secret for long. Especially when they were living stacked on top of one and other. Albus avoiding home and often bringing his work to Rosie's flat with him. She'd never used that against him. Nor was it an infallible skill, as she'd never known how much Albus had fancied her back at Hogwarts. That was a secret for the grave, he reckoned. Even in the wake of their tentative hook ups.

"I'm a professional." Is all Albus said, smiling thinly down at the pot as she seemed to vibrate with excitement somewhere over his shoulder. The truth was, of course, that he had no exclusive information. Beyond the cautious revelation of its existence, few were willing to give more than the bear minimum. Those who may have known about it before were not permitted to talk about it. "Not really," Albus reluctantly admitted. "What do you know?" He asked in turn, wondering if the Prophet had some kind of insider.

Albus hadn't been planning to go. More so, he'd been eager to be asked, but not desperate enough to go out of his way. It was more an opportunity to test what he'd learned, than a voracious appetite to know what the fuss was about. He'd always liked to think he could mind his business when necessary. Rosie didn't appear to share this mentality, as one look over his shoulder was proof enough. Rosie was going, whether Albus agreed to accompany her or not.

"You're a sports reporter." He muttered, frowning slightly. His eyes narrowed, looking for some kind of motivation behind her excitement. "Unless... you're not going for the paper." Albus mused, lifting his brows in question. That's all he could think about, though he couldn't tell exactly why. "I'll go." He told her without hesitation, though the question lay open between them. That familiar dare making Al's palms itchy. She knew how to appeal to his competitive nature. "When do we leave?" He added, turning to give the pot a final stir before killing the hob and setting the pot to one side. 

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Rosie rolled her eyes at Albus’ statement about being a professional. Sure, they both were. But what was the good of having a best friend, particularly one that you lived with, if you couldn’t share secrets with one another? Rosie had resolved to try not to keep anything from him again after having kept her experiences with Brandon from him previously. Things were just easier when she was honest. She shrugged, “Not much, that’s the whole reason reporters need to go and figure things out…” she bit her lip. He commented that she was just a sports reporter and she sighed. She knew he would say that. He lifted his eyebrow questiongly and she couldn’t help the words from falling from her lips now. “I’ve heard strange things happen on the island… people claim to have been cured of certain… ailments…” she locked eyes with him, knowing he would understand all the hope she had hanging on those rumors. “I read that the first Vampires came from Yrisle… if that’s where they originated, who’s to say that the island can’t cure it too?” she asked, more specifically.

When he agreed to go, Rosie’s face lit up and she threw her arms around his neck, unable to resist. She was resigning herself to go alone, but she was more than thrilled that Albus had agreed. She had also heard about the strange creatures that inhabited that island and wasn’t exactly looking forward to crossing the paths of any… “There’s a boat leaving Saturday morning. I’ll get us on it.” she nodded eagerly when she let him go. “I should practice some defensive spells before we go too…” she added. Magic like that had never been her strongest talent.

Albus Severus Potter

[Albus Severus Potter]

don't speak too soon.

ALBUS QUICKLY REALISED ROSIE DID NOT WISH to go to Yrisle for the Daily Prophet. It was a fairly simple deduction, there was no Quidditch news to be reported in that Mist. And yet, he had almost hoped it would be work related. At least then he wouldn't feel so tense with worry as she clarified why she was so eager to visit. The wooden spoon was left balancing on top of the pot as he turned to her fully, arms crossed as he looked at her flatly, his expression revealing nothing as it sat in its typical slackened state.

"You're looking for a cure?" Al asked carefully, his brows lifting in something akin to disbelief. He had known Rosie struggled with her affliction. She was a gentle hearted person, consuming blood was not something she could just become okay with out of necessity. "I just-" Al cleared his throat, quickly realising he had to filter his thoughts for fear of insulting Rosie, even then it was only a half-baked possibility he even could. "I mean... isn't that kind of... a bit risky." He said 'risky' instead of stupid. "If there is a cure for vampirism, do you really think an Auror-trainee and a Daily Prophet journalist will be the first to find it?" Al's arms uncrossed as he cringed at his words out loud.

However, Al still agreed to go. He had a feeling Rosie would go alone if he didn't. Her arms were quick to wrap around him and he instinctively hugged her waist, his face dipping into her shoulder comfortably. It was becoming a little too comfortable to embrace her, and he felt his defences begin to get the better of him. "Okay," He muttered, drawing in a breath as he heard her quickly begin to concoct an enthusiastic plan. "Can we have some pasta first?" He deadpanned, gesturing to the pot before he stirred it and took it from the heat. 

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