Random Drabble IV: Albus, Izzy and Amity
Title: Books and dirty looks
Who: Albus Potter, Izzy Finnigan and Amity Smith
Why: Albus was requested by upandmeltaway. It was meant to be just about him, but Gryffindor females seem to have a habit of gatecrashing my fics.
Disclaimer: JKR's world, not mine.
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"Albus Potter!" Izzy stood at the foot of his bed, her hands on her hips as she looked down at him, an interrogative look on her face. "What are you doing?"
"Iseult Finnigan!" Albus raised his head and mimicked the seventh year's tone as he spoke, that being one of playful exasperation. "What does it look like I'm doing? Reading, obviously."
"Oh, I can tell that much." Izzy rolled her eyes and settled on the edge of his head, giving her blonde hair a flick. As usual, she had invited herself into the sixth year boys' dormitory. "When people ask that question and you're clearly in front of them reading, what they mean is what are you reading? And incidentally, don't ever call me Iseult again. Greater wizards than you have come to nasty ends that way."
"I fully believe that, Izzy. And of course I'll tell you what I'm reading. It would be rude of me not to after all." He rolled over and looked up at her. She waited expectantly. "It's," he paused, "a book."
"A book!" Izzy's green eyes were now threatening to roll out of her head as she expressed her impatience. "Well, isn't that unusual! Fancy being caught reading one of those. I want to know what book it is, Albus. I bet it's Quidditch Through the Ages. That's the only thing you ever read that you're not made to anyway. Have you got to the chapter about how the Tornados went pear-shaped after the 90's? I really liked that part. Well, come on now, give me a look." She reached for the book. Albus held it away.
They ended up in a sort of tussle on top of the bed. Izzy had overbalanced and Albus had slipped an arm around her waist to prevent her from bouncing off the mattress and falling to the floor. Not above taking advantage of chivalry, she had swung out and attemped to snatch it out of his hand, and he was now holding it at full stretch away from her. As he was slightly taller than her and the arm around her waist was holding her secure, so far the manoeuver was working.
He and Izzy didn't have the type of friendship where they wondered if that was really all it was. They therefore didn't realise how all this must have looked until they heard an inhaled gasp from the doorway.
Amity Smith was standing there, her mouth open. She was Zacharias Smith's daughter and in spite of this Albus and Izzy's friend. However, she was currently looking anything but friendly. Before either of them could respond, she spun on her heel with an angry hiss and marched out of the room.
"Ami..." Izzy called after her weakly, then rolled off Albus and lay back on the bed next to him with a sigh. They shared a perplexed look that Izzy did not truly feel. Albus may have been confused about Amity's anger, but while she would never tell him the cause of it she knew why.
Who: Albus Potter, Izzy Finnigan and Amity Smith
Why: Albus was requested by upandmeltaway. It was meant to be just about him, but Gryffindor females seem to have a habit of gatecrashing my fics.
Disclaimer: JKR's world, not mine.
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"Albus Potter!" Izzy stood at the foot of his bed, her hands on her hips as she looked down at him, an interrogative look on her face. "What are you doing?"
"Iseult Finnigan!" Albus raised his head and mimicked the seventh year's tone as he spoke, that being one of playful exasperation. "What does it look like I'm doing? Reading, obviously."
"Oh, I can tell that much." Izzy rolled her eyes and settled on the edge of his head, giving her blonde hair a flick. As usual, she had invited herself into the sixth year boys' dormitory. "When people ask that question and you're clearly in front of them reading, what they mean is what are you reading? And incidentally, don't ever call me Iseult again. Greater wizards than you have come to nasty ends that way."
"I fully believe that, Izzy. And of course I'll tell you what I'm reading. It would be rude of me not to after all." He rolled over and looked up at her. She waited expectantly. "It's," he paused, "a book."
"A book!" Izzy's green eyes were now threatening to roll out of her head as she expressed her impatience. "Well, isn't that unusual! Fancy being caught reading one of those. I want to know what book it is, Albus. I bet it's Quidditch Through the Ages. That's the only thing you ever read that you're not made to anyway. Have you got to the chapter about how the Tornados went pear-shaped after the 90's? I really liked that part. Well, come on now, give me a look." She reached for the book. Albus held it away.
They ended up in a sort of tussle on top of the bed. Izzy had overbalanced and Albus had slipped an arm around her waist to prevent her from bouncing off the mattress and falling to the floor. Not above taking advantage of chivalry, she had swung out and attemped to snatch it out of his hand, and he was now holding it at full stretch away from her. As he was slightly taller than her and the arm around her waist was holding her secure, so far the manoeuver was working.
He and Izzy didn't have the type of friendship where they wondered if that was really all it was. They therefore didn't realise how all this must have looked until they heard an inhaled gasp from the doorway.
Amity Smith was standing there, her mouth open. She was Zacharias Smith's daughter and in spite of this Albus and Izzy's friend. However, she was currently looking anything but friendly. Before either of them could respond, she spun on her heel with an angry hiss and marched out of the room.
"Ami..." Izzy called after her weakly, then rolled off Albus and lay back on the bed next to him with a sigh. They shared a perplexed look that Izzy did not truly feel. Albus may have been confused about Amity's anger, but while she would never tell him the cause of it she knew why.