๐อ๐ง๐จ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ ; must be 18+ , and have developed our muses first , singleship , with chemistry . i portray albus as asexual , and definitely in love with scorpius malfoy . with a focus from seventh year onwards .
๐อREDITS ; account setup inspired by paleandpointed , boywhodies and theheirofshame . filter(s) ; my own , created on photoshop && edits are mine such as in the header , you can find my previous edits on foliium ( instagram )
โnext door housemate? pretty much.โ albus shrugs lightly, smirking, as the cool air brushes over his skin, โah yes, because when youโre scared of something the one thing you want is your older brothers there, to take the piss out of you.โ
@headbadgered https://t.co/RMQkWCpOUg hmo seven year old albus looking at teddy like heโs hung the moon and stars, trying to be just like him because he thinks heโs so cool, listening to the same music .. basically adoring his godbrother becomes the catalyst for his entire music career
https://t.co/RMQkWCpOUg i have been neglecting my dms over christmas but i plan to try and get to replies properly asap. && just to add my dms are always open if anyone wants to chat, develop/hc or plot <3
โthanks for the offer,โ he ducks his head, following her into the kitchen, rubbing the nape of his neck. โi was sure a row was about to break out.โ
he glances around, with a hint curiosity. โis everyone else out?โ
a home away from home, he cannot remember a time where it hasnโt been familiar; the dark bookshelves, the serenity where the soft warmth trickles into his bones, and the scents hum together in perfect matrimony. (..)
hugo spending the day elsewhere.
โi thought you might take the floo,โ hermione says, offering a small smile. โteaโs ready, and thereโs shortbread if youโre hungry.โ she lingers for a moment, studying him the way only she can before turning back toward the kitchen. โcome on ยป
โhey,โ a soft sheepish grin, taking care so knock the soot off his shoes in the fireplace before stepping through. perhaps he couldnโt command a space like his brother or sister, but he could mould into one where it suited. (..)
reaching the fireplace, between the calamity of wrapping paper, half boxed christmas decorations and the echoing clatter of an argument from the garden, he stoops down to toss some powder into the grate, watching it light up. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐-๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
he leans over and slides the window up, allowing the familiar owl to hop through, and gently extract the envelope. leaning back in his chair, his eyes flicker across the graceful script, lips curling into a soft, grateful smile. gosh, yes he would love to.
a soft tapping at the window, tawny owl perches on the sill with an envelope clutched delicately in its beak. neat, familiar handwriting graces the parchment, inviting @astrolgs over for tea and offering him a much-needed reprieve from the chaos of his family.
he scribbles a quick, less graceful reply, giving the tawny owl a gentle stroke, though he expects heโll arrive faster than the bird if he takes the floo, and slides his denim jacket over his hoodie. as much as he loved being home, it was nice to escape the chaos.