Post by albus severus potter on Jun 26, 2012 11:01:28 GMT -5
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.
Slowly he got up after that and went to find his twin sister Alexis. He went to where he hoped she was. He jogged to the tree and looked up. When he saw her he smiled. Hey there Lexi
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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