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Title: Ravenclaw Owls ( 24. Xylem)
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Characters: Albus Severus Potter, Helena Ravenclaw, Atia Harris, Myrtle, Louis Weasley, Lysander Scamander, Scorpius Malfoy, Terry Boot
Rating: PG, implied things but not really
Word Count: 856 words
Warning/s: Extreme cheesiness.
Summary: Albus and Helena get in a fight. The entire house gets involved.
Author's Notes: There was supposed to be a collective scream of "We're not owls!" but...decided against it.;) Anyway, the explanation is that xylem is a transport cell in a plant and thus...it transmits stuff. Hence...
"Albus, Helena told me to tell you that she will be finishing her Astronomy project alone," Atia told Albus as he sat in a couch in the Common Room.
"Fine," Albus said grumpily. "You can tell Helena that she can do whatever she wants, except I want my Astrolabe back."
"Aye," Atia said, going up the stairs.
"Albus, Helena says that she doesn't have your Astrolabe," Myrtle gave Albus a rap on the head. "And that is for calling her a trollop."
"Tell Helena that she does," Albus crossed his arms. "But that...I didn't mean to call her a trollop."
Myrtle hit him over the head again before walking back up the stairs. "She told me to do it twice."
"Albus, Helena says she does not have your Astrolabe and that she will come down here herself to hit you if you ask for it one more time," Loius said in one breath.
"She does have my Astrolabe because she took it from me when we were working on the Astronomy homework!"
"Mate, you can borrow my homework and just copy it out," Louis said, crossing his arms.
"I don't copy," Albus muttered as Louis rolled his eyes and walked away.
"Helena, Albus told me to tell you..." Lysander hadn't even finished his sentence when Helena jumped off her bed and marched downstairs.
"I DO NOT HAVE YOU STUPID ASTROLABE!" Helena screamed at Albus.
"I know," Albus said, standing up.
"I DO NOT--YOU KNOW?" Helena screamed at him in Gaelic before turning on her heel. Albus grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
"Helena, you know I didn't mean any of it," he muttered.
"Yes. You. Did," Helena answered through gritted teeth. "You called me a trollop to my face and I can never forgive you for it!"
"Helena, please," Albus touched the side of her face. "I was...jealous."
"Jealous?" Helena barked. "Of what? Ciaran?"
Albus set his jaw and nodded stiffly.
"How many times do I have to tell you we're just friends?"
"Always at least once more after I see the way he looks at you."
"Albus," Helena wrenched her wrist from his grip. "Even if you don't trust Ciaran, you should at least be able to trust me."
"You slept in his bed last night."
"Who told you that?" Helena glared at him. Nothing had happened, she just wanted to talk to someone.
"Whole school's talking about it," he answered. "You wear his necklace all the time, you snap at anyone who says anything about him -- even me. I trust what you say, but I don't know if you know your own feelings."
"Albus."
"That's all I wanted to say," Albus said, picking his book up and marching up the stairs towards his dormitory.
"Al, Princess said that you have something that belongs to her," Scorpius said, coming into their room.
"What?" Albus rolled his parchment up. It had been a week since their last big fight. Albus tried not to tear his parchment as he thought about how that had led to her spending the entire week with O'Liathain.
"Didn't say," Scorpius answered, changing into his pajamas.
"Albus, Helena said you have something that belongs to her," Lysander announced as he entered their bedroom.
"I know, did she tell you what it was?"
Lysander shook his head.
"Albus, Helena said that you have something that belongs to her," Terry entered the room, balancing three books in one arm.
"So I've been told," Albus said dryly. "She didn't happen to mention what exactly it was, did she?"
"Nope," Terry shook his head. "She did say that if you don't want it, she wants it back."
"How can I not want something if I don't even know what that something is?" Albus declared. "And if it's hers, then it should be returned to her, by all means!"
"Al, Hele--" Louis stopped as Albus kicked his trunk open.
"Old news, mate," Scorpius said, watching his best friend rummage through his trunk angrily.
"Here," Albus shoved an empty bottle of ink in Helena's face.
"What is that?"
"It is the only thing I could find in my trunk that once belonged to you," Albus replied, still holding the bottle of ink out.
"I should hope it isn't in your trunk!" Helena declared, getting up.
"Then what is it?"
Helena grabbed his hand and placed it over her heart. "That," she answered. "It's been beating all wrong for a week."
"Wh-at?"
"You toook a part of it and since you clearly don't want it, I want it back because it's throwing my internal equilibrium into a state of massive pandemonium."
"Too many big words in one tiny sentence," Albus responded before grabbing Helena around the waist and pulling her close. "Do you only want it back so you can give it to someone else?"
"There is no one else," Helena answered, tracing the line of his shoulder.
"Are you sure?"
"Very."
Albus grinned at her. "Promise?"
"Promise," Helena laughed.
"Myrtle, Helena can't be bothered at the moment because she's...ah...wrapped up in someone--I mean thing else," Atia announced.
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Characters: Albus Severus Potter, Helena Ravenclaw, Atia Harris, Myrtle, Louis Weasley, Lysander Scamander, Scorpius Malfoy, Terry Boot
Rating: PG, implied things but not really
Word Count: 856 words
Warning/s: Extreme cheesiness.
Summary: Albus and Helena get in a fight. The entire house gets involved.
Author's Notes: There was supposed to be a collective scream of "We're not owls!" but...decided against it.;) Anyway, the explanation is that xylem is a transport cell in a plant and thus...it transmits stuff. Hence...
"Albus, Helena told me to tell you that she will be finishing her Astronomy project alone," Atia told Albus as he sat in a couch in the Common Room.
"Fine," Albus said grumpily. "You can tell Helena that she can do whatever she wants, except I want my Astrolabe back."
"Aye," Atia said, going up the stairs.
"Albus, Helena says that she doesn't have your Astrolabe," Myrtle gave Albus a rap on the head. "And that is for calling her a trollop."
"Tell Helena that she does," Albus crossed his arms. "But that...I didn't mean to call her a trollop."
Myrtle hit him over the head again before walking back up the stairs. "She told me to do it twice."
"Albus, Helena says she does not have your Astrolabe and that she will come down here herself to hit you if you ask for it one more time," Loius said in one breath.
"She does have my Astrolabe because she took it from me when we were working on the Astronomy homework!"
"Mate, you can borrow my homework and just copy it out," Louis said, crossing his arms.
"I don't copy," Albus muttered as Louis rolled his eyes and walked away.
"Helena, Albus told me to tell you..." Lysander hadn't even finished his sentence when Helena jumped off her bed and marched downstairs.
"I DO NOT HAVE YOU STUPID ASTROLABE!" Helena screamed at Albus.
"I know," Albus said, standing up.
"I DO NOT--YOU KNOW?" Helena screamed at him in Gaelic before turning on her heel. Albus grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
"Helena, you know I didn't mean any of it," he muttered.
"Yes. You. Did," Helena answered through gritted teeth. "You called me a trollop to my face and I can never forgive you for it!"
"Helena, please," Albus touched the side of her face. "I was...jealous."
"Jealous?" Helena barked. "Of what? Ciaran?"
Albus set his jaw and nodded stiffly.
"How many times do I have to tell you we're just friends?"
"Always at least once more after I see the way he looks at you."
"Albus," Helena wrenched her wrist from his grip. "Even if you don't trust Ciaran, you should at least be able to trust me."
"You slept in his bed last night."
"Who told you that?" Helena glared at him. Nothing had happened, she just wanted to talk to someone.
"Whole school's talking about it," he answered. "You wear his necklace all the time, you snap at anyone who says anything about him -- even me. I trust what you say, but I don't know if you know your own feelings."
"Albus."
"That's all I wanted to say," Albus said, picking his book up and marching up the stairs towards his dormitory.
"Al, Princess said that you have something that belongs to her," Scorpius said, coming into their room.
"What?" Albus rolled his parchment up. It had been a week since their last big fight. Albus tried not to tear his parchment as he thought about how that had led to her spending the entire week with O'Liathain.
"Didn't say," Scorpius answered, changing into his pajamas.
"Albus, Helena said you have something that belongs to her," Lysander announced as he entered their bedroom.
"I know, did she tell you what it was?"
Lysander shook his head.
"Albus, Helena said that you have something that belongs to her," Terry entered the room, balancing three books in one arm.
"So I've been told," Albus said dryly. "She didn't happen to mention what exactly it was, did she?"
"Nope," Terry shook his head. "She did say that if you don't want it, she wants it back."
"How can I not want something if I don't even know what that something is?" Albus declared. "And if it's hers, then it should be returned to her, by all means!"
"Al, Hele--" Louis stopped as Albus kicked his trunk open.
"Old news, mate," Scorpius said, watching his best friend rummage through his trunk angrily.
"Here," Albus shoved an empty bottle of ink in Helena's face.
"What is that?"
"It is the only thing I could find in my trunk that once belonged to you," Albus replied, still holding the bottle of ink out.
"I should hope it isn't in your trunk!" Helena declared, getting up.
"Then what is it?"
Helena grabbed his hand and placed it over her heart. "That," she answered. "It's been beating all wrong for a week."
"Wh-at?"
"You toook a part of it and since you clearly don't want it, I want it back because it's throwing my internal equilibrium into a state of massive pandemonium."
"Too many big words in one tiny sentence," Albus responded before grabbing Helena around the waist and pulling her close. "Do you only want it back so you can give it to someone else?"
"There is no one else," Helena answered, tracing the line of his shoulder.
"Are you sure?"
"Very."
Albus grinned at her. "Promise?"
"Promise," Helena laughed.
"Myrtle, Helena can't be bothered at the moment because she's...ah...wrapped up in someone--I mean thing else," Atia announced.