Post by MiniPrincess on Jul 1, 2009 8:13:26 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were. The song belongs to Taylor Swift.
Author’s Note: First songfic ever! First MMAD fic ever! Totally AU and I’m sure the timelines are not correct, but hey...
You mentioned at dinner that there were some problems with the new groundskeeper’s punishment ideas and that you would like to get my opinion before discussing it with Headmaster Dippet. I was only too happy to help and followed you to your study after the feast. That’s when the owls started.
*You're on the phone*
*With your girlfriend*
*She's upset*
*She's going off about*
*Something that you said*
*She doesn't get your humor*
*Like I do*
It was obvious, to one who knows you as well as I do, that you weren’t happy with the contents of the owls. I politely started flicking through some of your books while you answered the first letter. Then, I arranged for some tea from the house elves while you saw to the next owl and finally the whole situation was thrust upon me as her howler arrived. Although howler probably isn’t the correct term here, it involved your girlfriend, Eloise Loxley, sobbing about your response to the Prophet’s question about your relationship status. I was there when the nosey reporter interrupted your meal with your brother, and also when you politely told her that you liked your private life the way it was. Of course, I knew you meant you like it private and not what Eloise deduced, in that you preferred the bachelor lifestyle portrayed to date. Ah... honestly, she doesn’t understand you at all.
*I'm in my room*
*It's a typical Tuesday night*
*I'm listening to the kind of music*
*She doesn't like*
*She'll never know your story*
*Like I do*
You managed to appease Eloise by flooing through and well, I don’t think I really want to know what you did to appease her. But suffice to say it worked, you flooed back through to my office, knowing that was where you would find me. Of course it was a Tuesday night, and 9pm at that, time for our weekly chess match. I watched as you made a tiny gesture which allowed the air to fill with chamber music. We definitely share a love of music, pity it isn’t modern enough to cater to Eloise tastes, although I’m not complaining that I’m the one you take to concerts and listen to it with.
I couldn’t bring myself to raise a full smile as you explained that you had righted the situation with Eloise. She doesn’t understand that with fame comes responsibility and limited privacy, all she sees is money and status. To be fair she is famous in her own right, just not to the level of Deputy Headmaster, saviour of the wizarding world, renowned alchemist and whatever other achievement of yours they have just uncovered and are touting about this week. Finally, you turn the conversation from Eloise, you don’t need to explain to me, I understand. I was there for most of your ‘achievements’ albeit as merely moral support, I saw how it impacted on your life, I witnessed the happy yet determined Albus slip into a role that was not true to yourself and only made you unhappy.
*But she wears short skirts*
*I wear t-shirts*
*She's cheer captain*
*And I'm on the bleachers*
‘Today is a new day.’ I repeat my mantra to myself but it doesn’t seem to be helping, no amount of positive affirmations are going to make me womanly, blond and as enticing to the opposite sex as Eloise apparently is. She is on the cover of the latest ‘Witches Weekly’, it is only related to her importing a new hairstyling product from the United States – Albus’ idea of course! I also feature in publications, mine just happen to be journal articles that I’m sure Eloise would find tedious and boring should she have the brain capacity to comprehend the title let alone the contents. There I go again being nasty to a woman who has done nothing more to me than steal my best friend. He is more than my best friend though, or at least I want him to be...
*Dreaming about the day*
*When you wake up and find*
*That what you're looking for*
*Has been here the whole time*
I am not really sure what I want Albus to be. I would settle for husband, partner, lover, boyfriend... To be perfectly honest I would settle for having my best friend back. The one who smiles and comes up with crazy ideas just to make me smile and swat him playfully. That all stopped when Eloise entered the scene. I am not even sure how they met which is unusual for apart from when I’m teaching or Albus is at the ministry we are together and I am certain that Eloise had never set foot in Hogwarts before meeting Albus. It must have been at the ministry, she must have been visiting someone. I just wish... hmm my muggle aunt used to always smile at me and my dreams and wishes and say ‘if wishes were horses beggars would ride’. I should apply the same philosophy here, but I don’t want to lose him.
*If you could see*
*That I’m the one*
*Who understands you*
*Been here all along*
*So why can't you*
*See you belong with me*
*You belong with me.*
We have so much in common Albus and I. It sounds cliché but I don’t function as well without him. I wish the same could be said of him but our relationship did start out unbalanced, with me being nothing more than his neighbour’s daughter, then his student and finally his sub-ordinate. I can remember clearly his determination the day we charged into Grindelwald’s headquarters. Albus was furious that I was in the first wave of fighters alongside him, he had kept me quite entertained via owl as to his auror activities, I was a little less specific and had let him believe I was safe in the Ministry adapting theories for practical application. Indeed that was what I was doing, I was just doing more of the practical than the theory, plus I knew the theory – Albus was a fantastic tutor! As the fighting became more vigorous it was obvious to me that the team worked better in smaller groups and none more so than the group of Albus and I. That was how the end of Grindelwald came about it was a chance crossing of paths, not glamorous by any means and to this day I do not know what spell Albus used, he refuses to tell me, but the result was the same a defeated Grindelwald and Albus being hailed a conquering hero and subject to being the recipient of the wizarding world’s attention for the foreseeable future.
I know that I am alive today because I was fighting alongside Albus. I am not diminishing my talents or the amount of sheer dumb luck that helped me that day, but when I am comfortable and with those who I love and trust I function better and according to my father I have a better magical aptitude.
*Walking the streets*
*With you and your worn out jeans*
*I can't help thinking*
*This is how it ought to be*
*Laughing on a park bench*
*Thinking to myself*
*Hey, isn't this easy?*
We follow the students into Hogsmeade for their second trip of the year, Albus is the perfect gentleman, taking my arm and steering me around any icy patches on the pavement. I love weekends like this. We may be busy with school business and chaperoning but it’s just us, comfortable, happy and relaxed. Albus always makes the funniest comments, he sees good in everyone and humor in all situations. I could do with a bit of lightening up or so everyone tells me. Get too emotional and people start seeing things and deriving things that they ought not. I am much better keeping myself to myself and Albus. I don’t want to hide from him. Nevertheless I enjoy our day together, a little lunch and some conversation before we stop on the bench out the front of the Hog’s Head and Albus tells me the story of the time Aberforth had decided that his favourite goat was too warm in the summer and decided to shear her. I felt I could have laughed with Albus for hours.
Unfortunately, my good luck wasn’t to hold and trotting up the road was Eloise. I stifled the urge to roll my eyes at the way she squealed “Ally” and tossed her hair. Honestly, how she was more than a decade older than me and here she was behaving like a second-year. The harmony didn’t last long between the couple because no sooner had she made a fool of herself by flinging into his arms then she was chastising him on his robes. They were fairly standard teaching robes, but being Albus he had gone for a multi coloured panel on the trim as well as some random ancient symbols in clashing colours on the sleeves. I am the first to admit they aren’t robes I would wear but then if it was wearing plain robes he would lose himself I think. A personality that bright needs to be expressed.
*And you've got a smile*
*That could light up this whole town*
*I haven't seen it in awhile*
*Since she brought you down*
It was only this afternoon that Eloise had descended to ruin my day, although by the look on your face it seems you were feeling the same. Actually now I think on it you were glum all afternoon and through dinner which is a rare occurrence particularly when they are serving chocolate brownie with a delicious sauce that even I couldn’t pass up! You haven’t been yourself for a while now, sceptic that I am I put it down to Eloise’s presence in your life. 11 weeks, 3 days and I’m sure she could tell you hours, minutes and seconds based on how quickly she integrated herself with your fame and dare I say fortune. I know that you aided her bringing the straightener thing to the country financially and through your links in the ministry.
*You say you're fine*
*I know you better than that*
*Hey what you doing*
*With a girl like that*
I excused myself intending to wander a few of the shops for the final hour before I hurried the kids back to school, but you didn’t seem keen on the idea, preferring to accompany me, with Eloise of course. She prattled on about the latest gossip and some robes that were ‘just what she needed to cheer her up’. Didn’t she already have the best pick-me-up in the world – Albus? Seems not! The conversation was harmless enough until she started in on Albus’ family and his friend Nicholas, about how they were restraining him and not paying him proper dues. I had an inkling had I not been there I would have been included in the rant. I saw Albus’ shoulder’s droop, I knew how excited he was when he introduced Eloise to his family and the Flamels, how important it was to him that they got along. I couldn’t stifle my gasp when she announced that she was appalled at Nicholas accepting joint accolades with Albus on their latest research, she clearly felt he was nothing more than a research assistant, how wrong she was.
Thankfully time marched on much quicker than I am used to in Eloise’s presence and she left us to gather the students. I tried to encourage conversation about Albus’ obvious disappointment but he kept brushing me off. I know it isn’t my place to interfere and essentially Eloise is not a bad person, just a little self-absorbed at times. It was clear that she didn’t understand Albus, nor had any desire to.
*She wears high heels*
*I wear sneakers*
*She's cheer captain*
*I'm on the bleachers*
I am not one for self-pity and I seem to be indulging in it far too often of late, but only when it comes to Albus and Eloise. It is hard not to when compared with Eloise not to come up short. She really is everything I’m not. With the exception of Albus’ family she gives the impression that she loves everyone and everything, a social butterfly perfect to hang on Albus’ arm at Ministry functions and gala events. She took pride in her appearance and definitely filled out a gown in a way that left me looking like a 4th year. Physical attributes aside, for I am first to admit that they are not the be all and end all in a relationship, she still has that thing that seems to elude me. That presence that means wizards stop to open the door for her, that she gets offered drinks and dances, that women young and old want to speak and ‘chat’ with her. I don’t have that, I am not socially-inept, just not in the same league as Eloise, while I’m being honest, not in the same league as Albus...
*Oh, I remember*
*You driving to my house*
*In the middle of the night*
*I'm the one who makes you laugh*
*When you know you're about to cry*
A crash at some ridiculously early hour has me scrambling for my dressing gown and wand, I fly out my portrait door and find you lifting your hand to knock looking completely dishevelled. My heart breaks, what has she done to you? I usher you in and offer you some hot chocolate in a bid to see you look up, all you have done is look down in what I can only assume is an attempt to compose yourself, how I wish I knew what thoughts were running through that fantastic mind of yours. Can you not just tell me how to make it better? After a few more moments silence I rummage through my sideboard in the lounge muttering to myself about pesky little sherbet lemons escaping the bag and forming sticky messes in my drawers but I grab a couple thinking they will make you smile, it worked, one look at the somewhat discoloured and misshapen candy and you chuckle about me not knowing how precious they are and that they deserve better treatment. I snort, as if Albus can talk, you should see where he keeps Ginger Newts – with the OWL TREATS! At least he is content to hold a conversation now.
I school my thoughts as he explains that while it was best for everyone concerned that it is still a difficult time period and that friendships need to be maintained and he will always look at it as a learning experience but one from which he hopes to grow and he has definitely benefited from the experience and so on and so forth. I get the distinct impression that the words don’t fit his emotions but who am I to know the extent of his feelings.
*And I know your favourite songs*
*And you tell me about your dreams*
*Think I know where you belong*
*Think I know it's with me*
I am shocked to learn that there is just over 6 weeks until final exams, I need to start some serious revision with my students, I wonder what Albus would think of additional tutoring hours, even if I took some Transfiguration students, while he took some of my students, that way they could benefit from his experience and I could be sure they are comprehending and understanding and not merely regurgitating information. I broach the subject at lunch and as I expected Albus is totally thrilled with the idea. We plan to put the tutoring program into action come Monday, whether the students utilise the option is of course their own prerogative but it always nice to give alternatives, after all not all people learn the same or absorb information the same.
8pm Tuesday and Fawkes makes his usual dazzling entrance to my office with a note explaining that one of the Ravenclaw 5th years is making extreme use of the tutoring idea and he will be along momentarily. I love his use of old fashioned terms, very endearing. This little delay has given me the time I needed to make a few changes to my office as a little thank you to Albus for his embracing of my tutoring idea. A few flicks of my wand and the chess board is charmed Gryffindor colours, the chairs are now ridiculously overstuffed clashing monstrosities and the few biscuits left by the house elves in anticipation of our match are replaced with sweeter than sugar treats that are the finest Honeydukes has to offer – lucky my house elf has a relative in their employ!
*Have you ever thought*
*Just maybe*
*You belong with me?*
The summer has flown far too quickly, as I pack my last few bits and pieces to take back to Hogwarts, a hand reaches over my shoulder and throws in an unopened packet of sherbet lemons, no doubt he left them as his just in case supply to be packed at the last minute instead of with our trunks that went earlier this morning. I turn and smile up at Albus, and tentatively ask what he is thinking, sometimes I am afraid to hear his answers as he is prone to the most infuriatingly complex thoughts, but not today he explains that whilst his relationship with Eloise was indeed ill-fated that he will be forever grateful for its existence as it made him realise that he did in fact belong with me. Maybe I should finally admit to myself that I too am thankful to her for just being herself, for being a person that Albus appreciated as a friend and nothing more as he told her on that night some months back when he ended up at my rooms because his heart already belonged to the one who understood him and knew how to make him laugh.
Hmm... I have often thought it in the past but I do believe that Albus and I belong together.
Author’s Note: First songfic ever! First MMAD fic ever! Totally AU and I’m sure the timelines are not correct, but hey...
You mentioned at dinner that there were some problems with the new groundskeeper’s punishment ideas and that you would like to get my opinion before discussing it with Headmaster Dippet. I was only too happy to help and followed you to your study after the feast. That’s when the owls started.
*You're on the phone*
*With your girlfriend*
*She's upset*
*She's going off about*
*Something that you said*
*She doesn't get your humor*
*Like I do*
It was obvious, to one who knows you as well as I do, that you weren’t happy with the contents of the owls. I politely started flicking through some of your books while you answered the first letter. Then, I arranged for some tea from the house elves while you saw to the next owl and finally the whole situation was thrust upon me as her howler arrived. Although howler probably isn’t the correct term here, it involved your girlfriend, Eloise Loxley, sobbing about your response to the Prophet’s question about your relationship status. I was there when the nosey reporter interrupted your meal with your brother, and also when you politely told her that you liked your private life the way it was. Of course, I knew you meant you like it private and not what Eloise deduced, in that you preferred the bachelor lifestyle portrayed to date. Ah... honestly, she doesn’t understand you at all.
*I'm in my room*
*It's a typical Tuesday night*
*I'm listening to the kind of music*
*She doesn't like*
*She'll never know your story*
*Like I do*
You managed to appease Eloise by flooing through and well, I don’t think I really want to know what you did to appease her. But suffice to say it worked, you flooed back through to my office, knowing that was where you would find me. Of course it was a Tuesday night, and 9pm at that, time for our weekly chess match. I watched as you made a tiny gesture which allowed the air to fill with chamber music. We definitely share a love of music, pity it isn’t modern enough to cater to Eloise tastes, although I’m not complaining that I’m the one you take to concerts and listen to it with.
I couldn’t bring myself to raise a full smile as you explained that you had righted the situation with Eloise. She doesn’t understand that with fame comes responsibility and limited privacy, all she sees is money and status. To be fair she is famous in her own right, just not to the level of Deputy Headmaster, saviour of the wizarding world, renowned alchemist and whatever other achievement of yours they have just uncovered and are touting about this week. Finally, you turn the conversation from Eloise, you don’t need to explain to me, I understand. I was there for most of your ‘achievements’ albeit as merely moral support, I saw how it impacted on your life, I witnessed the happy yet determined Albus slip into a role that was not true to yourself and only made you unhappy.
*But she wears short skirts*
*I wear t-shirts*
*She's cheer captain*
*And I'm on the bleachers*
‘Today is a new day.’ I repeat my mantra to myself but it doesn’t seem to be helping, no amount of positive affirmations are going to make me womanly, blond and as enticing to the opposite sex as Eloise apparently is. She is on the cover of the latest ‘Witches Weekly’, it is only related to her importing a new hairstyling product from the United States – Albus’ idea of course! I also feature in publications, mine just happen to be journal articles that I’m sure Eloise would find tedious and boring should she have the brain capacity to comprehend the title let alone the contents. There I go again being nasty to a woman who has done nothing more to me than steal my best friend. He is more than my best friend though, or at least I want him to be...
*Dreaming about the day*
*When you wake up and find*
*That what you're looking for*
*Has been here the whole time*
I am not really sure what I want Albus to be. I would settle for husband, partner, lover, boyfriend... To be perfectly honest I would settle for having my best friend back. The one who smiles and comes up with crazy ideas just to make me smile and swat him playfully. That all stopped when Eloise entered the scene. I am not even sure how they met which is unusual for apart from when I’m teaching or Albus is at the ministry we are together and I am certain that Eloise had never set foot in Hogwarts before meeting Albus. It must have been at the ministry, she must have been visiting someone. I just wish... hmm my muggle aunt used to always smile at me and my dreams and wishes and say ‘if wishes were horses beggars would ride’. I should apply the same philosophy here, but I don’t want to lose him.
*If you could see*
*That I’m the one*
*Who understands you*
*Been here all along*
*So why can't you*
*See you belong with me*
*You belong with me.*
We have so much in common Albus and I. It sounds cliché but I don’t function as well without him. I wish the same could be said of him but our relationship did start out unbalanced, with me being nothing more than his neighbour’s daughter, then his student and finally his sub-ordinate. I can remember clearly his determination the day we charged into Grindelwald’s headquarters. Albus was furious that I was in the first wave of fighters alongside him, he had kept me quite entertained via owl as to his auror activities, I was a little less specific and had let him believe I was safe in the Ministry adapting theories for practical application. Indeed that was what I was doing, I was just doing more of the practical than the theory, plus I knew the theory – Albus was a fantastic tutor! As the fighting became more vigorous it was obvious to me that the team worked better in smaller groups and none more so than the group of Albus and I. That was how the end of Grindelwald came about it was a chance crossing of paths, not glamorous by any means and to this day I do not know what spell Albus used, he refuses to tell me, but the result was the same a defeated Grindelwald and Albus being hailed a conquering hero and subject to being the recipient of the wizarding world’s attention for the foreseeable future.
I know that I am alive today because I was fighting alongside Albus. I am not diminishing my talents or the amount of sheer dumb luck that helped me that day, but when I am comfortable and with those who I love and trust I function better and according to my father I have a better magical aptitude.
*Walking the streets*
*With you and your worn out jeans*
*I can't help thinking*
*This is how it ought to be*
*Laughing on a park bench*
*Thinking to myself*
*Hey, isn't this easy?*
We follow the students into Hogsmeade for their second trip of the year, Albus is the perfect gentleman, taking my arm and steering me around any icy patches on the pavement. I love weekends like this. We may be busy with school business and chaperoning but it’s just us, comfortable, happy and relaxed. Albus always makes the funniest comments, he sees good in everyone and humor in all situations. I could do with a bit of lightening up or so everyone tells me. Get too emotional and people start seeing things and deriving things that they ought not. I am much better keeping myself to myself and Albus. I don’t want to hide from him. Nevertheless I enjoy our day together, a little lunch and some conversation before we stop on the bench out the front of the Hog’s Head and Albus tells me the story of the time Aberforth had decided that his favourite goat was too warm in the summer and decided to shear her. I felt I could have laughed with Albus for hours.
Unfortunately, my good luck wasn’t to hold and trotting up the road was Eloise. I stifled the urge to roll my eyes at the way she squealed “Ally” and tossed her hair. Honestly, how she was more than a decade older than me and here she was behaving like a second-year. The harmony didn’t last long between the couple because no sooner had she made a fool of herself by flinging into his arms then she was chastising him on his robes. They were fairly standard teaching robes, but being Albus he had gone for a multi coloured panel on the trim as well as some random ancient symbols in clashing colours on the sleeves. I am the first to admit they aren’t robes I would wear but then if it was wearing plain robes he would lose himself I think. A personality that bright needs to be expressed.
*And you've got a smile*
*That could light up this whole town*
*I haven't seen it in awhile*
*Since she brought you down*
It was only this afternoon that Eloise had descended to ruin my day, although by the look on your face it seems you were feeling the same. Actually now I think on it you were glum all afternoon and through dinner which is a rare occurrence particularly when they are serving chocolate brownie with a delicious sauce that even I couldn’t pass up! You haven’t been yourself for a while now, sceptic that I am I put it down to Eloise’s presence in your life. 11 weeks, 3 days and I’m sure she could tell you hours, minutes and seconds based on how quickly she integrated herself with your fame and dare I say fortune. I know that you aided her bringing the straightener thing to the country financially and through your links in the ministry.
*You say you're fine*
*I know you better than that*
*Hey what you doing*
*With a girl like that*
I excused myself intending to wander a few of the shops for the final hour before I hurried the kids back to school, but you didn’t seem keen on the idea, preferring to accompany me, with Eloise of course. She prattled on about the latest gossip and some robes that were ‘just what she needed to cheer her up’. Didn’t she already have the best pick-me-up in the world – Albus? Seems not! The conversation was harmless enough until she started in on Albus’ family and his friend Nicholas, about how they were restraining him and not paying him proper dues. I had an inkling had I not been there I would have been included in the rant. I saw Albus’ shoulder’s droop, I knew how excited he was when he introduced Eloise to his family and the Flamels, how important it was to him that they got along. I couldn’t stifle my gasp when she announced that she was appalled at Nicholas accepting joint accolades with Albus on their latest research, she clearly felt he was nothing more than a research assistant, how wrong she was.
Thankfully time marched on much quicker than I am used to in Eloise’s presence and she left us to gather the students. I tried to encourage conversation about Albus’ obvious disappointment but he kept brushing me off. I know it isn’t my place to interfere and essentially Eloise is not a bad person, just a little self-absorbed at times. It was clear that she didn’t understand Albus, nor had any desire to.
*She wears high heels*
*I wear sneakers*
*She's cheer captain*
*I'm on the bleachers*
I am not one for self-pity and I seem to be indulging in it far too often of late, but only when it comes to Albus and Eloise. It is hard not to when compared with Eloise not to come up short. She really is everything I’m not. With the exception of Albus’ family she gives the impression that she loves everyone and everything, a social butterfly perfect to hang on Albus’ arm at Ministry functions and gala events. She took pride in her appearance and definitely filled out a gown in a way that left me looking like a 4th year. Physical attributes aside, for I am first to admit that they are not the be all and end all in a relationship, she still has that thing that seems to elude me. That presence that means wizards stop to open the door for her, that she gets offered drinks and dances, that women young and old want to speak and ‘chat’ with her. I don’t have that, I am not socially-inept, just not in the same league as Eloise, while I’m being honest, not in the same league as Albus...
*Oh, I remember*
*You driving to my house*
*In the middle of the night*
*I'm the one who makes you laugh*
*When you know you're about to cry*
A crash at some ridiculously early hour has me scrambling for my dressing gown and wand, I fly out my portrait door and find you lifting your hand to knock looking completely dishevelled. My heart breaks, what has she done to you? I usher you in and offer you some hot chocolate in a bid to see you look up, all you have done is look down in what I can only assume is an attempt to compose yourself, how I wish I knew what thoughts were running through that fantastic mind of yours. Can you not just tell me how to make it better? After a few more moments silence I rummage through my sideboard in the lounge muttering to myself about pesky little sherbet lemons escaping the bag and forming sticky messes in my drawers but I grab a couple thinking they will make you smile, it worked, one look at the somewhat discoloured and misshapen candy and you chuckle about me not knowing how precious they are and that they deserve better treatment. I snort, as if Albus can talk, you should see where he keeps Ginger Newts – with the OWL TREATS! At least he is content to hold a conversation now.
I school my thoughts as he explains that while it was best for everyone concerned that it is still a difficult time period and that friendships need to be maintained and he will always look at it as a learning experience but one from which he hopes to grow and he has definitely benefited from the experience and so on and so forth. I get the distinct impression that the words don’t fit his emotions but who am I to know the extent of his feelings.
*And I know your favourite songs*
*And you tell me about your dreams*
*Think I know where you belong*
*Think I know it's with me*
I am shocked to learn that there is just over 6 weeks until final exams, I need to start some serious revision with my students, I wonder what Albus would think of additional tutoring hours, even if I took some Transfiguration students, while he took some of my students, that way they could benefit from his experience and I could be sure they are comprehending and understanding and not merely regurgitating information. I broach the subject at lunch and as I expected Albus is totally thrilled with the idea. We plan to put the tutoring program into action come Monday, whether the students utilise the option is of course their own prerogative but it always nice to give alternatives, after all not all people learn the same or absorb information the same.
8pm Tuesday and Fawkes makes his usual dazzling entrance to my office with a note explaining that one of the Ravenclaw 5th years is making extreme use of the tutoring idea and he will be along momentarily. I love his use of old fashioned terms, very endearing. This little delay has given me the time I needed to make a few changes to my office as a little thank you to Albus for his embracing of my tutoring idea. A few flicks of my wand and the chess board is charmed Gryffindor colours, the chairs are now ridiculously overstuffed clashing monstrosities and the few biscuits left by the house elves in anticipation of our match are replaced with sweeter than sugar treats that are the finest Honeydukes has to offer – lucky my house elf has a relative in their employ!
*Have you ever thought*
*Just maybe*
*You belong with me?*
The summer has flown far too quickly, as I pack my last few bits and pieces to take back to Hogwarts, a hand reaches over my shoulder and throws in an unopened packet of sherbet lemons, no doubt he left them as his just in case supply to be packed at the last minute instead of with our trunks that went earlier this morning. I turn and smile up at Albus, and tentatively ask what he is thinking, sometimes I am afraid to hear his answers as he is prone to the most infuriatingly complex thoughts, but not today he explains that whilst his relationship with Eloise was indeed ill-fated that he will be forever grateful for its existence as it made him realise that he did in fact belong with me. Maybe I should finally admit to myself that I too am thankful to her for just being herself, for being a person that Albus appreciated as a friend and nothing more as he told her on that night some months back when he ended up at my rooms because his heart already belonged to the one who understood him and knew how to make him laugh.
Hmm... I have often thought it in the past but I do believe that Albus and I belong together.
like the song choice:)