Post by Albus Severus Potter on Mar 25, 2020 8:38:22 GMT -7
don't speak too soon.
Graduation, 2025THE CEREMONY MIRRORED ALBUS'S OWN IN FAR too many ways. He felt awkward dressed in casual clothes, the students all jittering in their seats, the few guardians allowed to attend all further back and full of gruff mumbling. Albus didn't take his seat immediately, he stood at the doorway for a while, searching the sea of faces for a head of red.
There were a few flashes of scarlet and strawberry blonde, but he recognised his sister by posture alone. She was slumped low but shaking all over, like her leg was going a thousand miles a minute. She was not in a pointed hat or a fresh, shiny robe. In fact, she wasn't even sitting with the other students, she was in the seats at the very back, often assigned for lower level professors and select guardians.
Hands deep in to his pockets, Albus hopped over the back of the seat beside her and thudded down heavily, it was notably and purposefully vacant. Maybe they should just shackle her, he thought with an unusual spike of defensive annoyance. "Hey, Pixie-brain." Albus leaned in to mutter, reaching up to flick her ear and pulling back in his seat lest she swat him. "Are they saving these seats for the Azkaban patrolmen?" He teased, staring at the empty seat on her other side. "Or, have you stopped wearing deodorant again?"