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[albus severus potter]

BEEN KISSED BY A ROSE ON THE GREY
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Albus sighed as he stared out across the lake. He wanted to show everyone that he could be just as good as his brother James. Everyone thought James was so much better than him. The only thing was James was older. That was it. He was tired of being second handed with everything. Albus hardly got anything new. Everything he got was second handed from James. It was pathetic and he hated it. He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he stared across the lake. He felt so distant from his family. He loved them it was just they kept comparing him to James. He closed his eyes as thoughts ran through his mind. He was tired of everything but he wouldn’t say it to his parents or his brother or sister. He kept his mouth shut so he would avoid drama and not hurt any of their feelings. Maybe he could snatch some whiskey from someone drown his sorrows in whiskey and women. He smirked at the idea. It was defiantly a good one. He looked at the ground and picked up a rock. He stared out across the lake. After a while he threw the rock across the lake and watched it skip across the lake.

He left the lake and walked across the grounds. He wondered where he was going to go. He could always go and work on his homework. Albus didn’t really need a long time to work on it. He was smart enough to wait till the last minute, do all of it, and got top marks. He could find someone to play chess with, or maybe go read a book. His head drifted up and looked at the quidditch pitch. He could practice. He wanted to be a professional quidditch player after school and he wanted scouts to be impressed. That was what he was going to do. He was going to practice some. He went to his dorm and changed into his practice clothes. He grabbed his broom and headed off to the quidditch pitch. With the broom over his shoulder he walked past many students just relaxing around. Albus worked hard since he was thirteen to be a professional quidditch player, running in the mornings and afternoons. He had certain times he ran. He would get up real early and run. Then after dinner he would run and then do his homework. He continued on his way to the pitch.

When he got there he enchanted the quaffle to do the chaser’s job while he tried to stop it from going into the goal post. He continued this for hours trying out new tricks he invented and others that he had seen professionals perform. Finally he decided it was time to stop. He walked back up the grassy lawn drenched in sweat. He was tired and his leg throbbed from over working it. He continued walking across the grounds heading for the school. His broom was over one of his shoulder as he walked, though soon he was a little tired. He was already tired from the practice but he needed to chill for a minute before he had to go for his last long run for the day later. Thirty minutes top was all he needed. He sat down next to a tree and leaned against the trunk. He stretched his right leg out and sighed. Ever since he was thirteen and started his runs and extra practice he kept hurting his knee during these. He never really let healers look at it unless his parent’s found out that it was hurting and make him go. Usual he could snatch some whiskey from someone and drink enough to dull the pain and he would work through it. He sat there leaning against the tree with his eyes closed.


MY POWER, MY PLEASURE, MY PAIN
TO ME YOU'RE LIKE A GROWING ADDICTION THAT I CAN'T DENY
WON'T YOU TELL ME IS THAT HEALTHY, BABY?
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638::WORD COUNT
Lisa Green::TAG

[lisa]

Lisa was a girl who made enemies easily just by saying one rude comment. She enjoyed insulting people, showing arrogant, haughty behaviors or attitudes. She changed her mood a lot and got irritated easily. She believed other were envious of her. She judged people by the cover, wasn't interested in their problems and was a stereotype Slytherin girl. With a wink of an eye you could become her enemy. Lisa was not a girl who opens up easily. You would have to trick her, enchant her or become alike. Well, there was other way too. If she considered you a friend and had fun with you, she would probably open up enough to you, so you could have known her better. But she did not trust anyone fully. She knew she was not trustworthy so why she should trust anyone else. Lisa did not want anybody think she was a poseur or a fake. She just could not let it happen. She could not help how she was but she did not want to change it either. She started making mental notes since she found out something began changing inside of her. Every time Lisa noticed any symptoms of a changing process she did not like, she marked it for turning over in hers mind later.

Lisa was always a confident figure, cocky and all. She was aware of being a proof of physical perfection but did they see only her beauty or maybe something else. Someone had said she had it all. People respected her although she wasn't the nicest girl. She just had that school somewhat in her palms, along with her older friends. She had many of those, more or less true. She was very popular. There were only so much people who weren't aware of her. And some of the unaware group got to know her because of yesterday's party. There was hardly a party she didn't attend. She loved to dance. She loved getting drunk. She loved to be a center of attention. She was such a party animal. She was partying till the small hours and it unbelievable that she wasn't exhausted. Of course she got her beauty sleep too. She wasn't a morning person and waking her up in the morning you probably had a death wish. Because when she finally crashed she needed at least five hours of rest and nothing felt better than sleeping in the morning.

That day she went outside to get some fresh air. It was pretty nice and she couldn't miss it. She left her group of girls somewhere as well as the group of mindless puppies as she called a group of boys that seemed to follow her around hoping she would notice them. Her shoes weren't made for walking on the Hogwarts grounds as her heels dug into the ground leaving small holes with every step. But she didn't care. She did fine. Well, until she spotted Albus Potter from afar. She was sure it was him, she knew him pretty well. They didn't start well because of this simple reason he was a Potter. But they both grew up so beautifully that it was nearly impossible for them not to get a better connection. She smiled to herself walking towards him a little faster than she intended. When she was just a little away from him her heel dug so deep into the ground that she nearly fall down and couldn't pull it out. "Shit!" she cursed.

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[albus severus potter]

BEEN KISSED BY A ROSE ON THE GREY
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Albus didn’t know what to think of his brother. Lately since the summer his older brother had been secretive and Albus didn’t like it. He didn’t want secrets in the family as that was how families broke apart. Albus tolerated his family enough because he did care about them though you could never get him to admit it out loud to just anyone. Albus didn’t want his tough guy image to falter. Yes he would stand up for his younger sisters but what older brother wouldn’t. Albus was weak when it came to his sisters and he would do anything for them. That was also why he watched the guys around them. He didn’t want any older guy taking advantage of his little sisters.

Sighing he continued sitting there back against the tree. He was of course resting his knee though you could never get him to admit it was hurting. Not unless you caught him limping. Albus hated Mungos. He never had any good experiences there and he hated to just lying in bed resting for days. Albus really couldn’t sit long. He had to get up and move every once in a while and they wouldn’t allow that. He rubbed his knee some as he continued sitting there with his eyes closed. He sighed and stood up brushing dirt off his shorts. He was about to start running again as he knew he needed to strength up his knee if he was going to play professional quidditch.

As he was about to run he looked up and a small smile came upon his lips. Lisa Green was close to him. Her words flew to him as she tried to pull her heel out of the ground. He walked over to her and helped her pull her heel out of the ground. There that must be better he said a smile still on his face as he stood up and looked at her.


MY POWER, MY PLEASURE, MY PAIN
TO ME YOU'RE LIKE A GROWING ADDICTION THAT I CAN'T DENY
WON'T YOU TELL ME IS THAT HEALTHY, BABY?
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324::WORD COUNT
Lisa Green::TAG