--cutest little things [albus]

it had been a little while now since he had found himself sitting alone with some time to read a book, though, for him, reading a book was actually studying. he had his potions book in hand and had spent the last few hours in this spot just reading through it over and over. he had read this book cover to cover at least thirty times but he always seemed to pick up something new, or at least a new idea each time he went through it. he loved his potions class the most, so much so that he could probably teach the class himself given the chance. it wasn't his favorite just because it was his best. something about the class had always been fun to him, maybe it was the teacher. finally he had reached the back of the book again, he turned the book shut and raised his right hand. he ran his black painted fingernails back through his hair and he sighed a bit. what was he really doing? he was constantly studying and trying to better himself, but he was already fantastic, especially at potions class. He had nothing better to do? or perhaps it kept his mind away from things.

he placed the book down by his side and he pushed his hair behind his ear. the last few nights after reading he had found himself in the forest, testing out spells and trying to better his magic. he often did this though it would get him in a great deal of trouble if anyone were to come across him. though it was dark and scary and sometimes held spiders he loved the forbidden forest at night, it felt like home to him. maybe he would go back tonight, his fire spells had been getting better each day and it was something he wanted to perfect above anything else. once the thought had come across his mind and he had agreed with it, he pulled his wand from his pocket and he brought it up where he could properly see it.

remy cleared his throat a bit and grabbed each end of the wand with his thumb and index finger and he applied a small amount of pressure to try and bend it. it was something he did every day. he was always worried that his wand might be failing him or that it might break, so he gave it a good test each day. once he realized it was still very sturdy he twirled it through his fingers and he smiled a bit. that smile was precious, or so many thought and it seemed to fit with his cool hair, painted nails and that odd way he wore his clothes. "such a pretty thing.." he said to his wand. he had a habit of talking to it like it was a person when he was alone. though, technically he wasn't alone. students passed here and there but none of them spoke to the kid sitting on the ground by himself.

remy squeezed his wand and he brought it back down and pushed it into his pocket. he kept it in his pocket until he could finish the item he had been working on. he had spent the last few weeks designing this interesting little holster for his wand. he wanted something new and different. he just couldn't figure out if it should attach to his arm, his side or maybe even his chest. he seemed to move to the thought in his mind and it distracted him. one of the passing students kicked his potions book and knocked it a few feet away. the student of course paid no attention and continued walking away. after a moment remy came from his wonderful dream state and shook his head.

that was enough time in the courtyard, or so he thought. he placed both hands on the ground and pushed himself up to his feet and then he stood. he turned and leaned down to grab his book and that's when he noticed it was gone. he panicked quite quickly now. that book was for potions class but it was basically his diary as well. he had notes and other things written in there. things like what he did at night in the forest. he turned and looked around several times but with his eyes he couldn't see anything that looked like it. that was not good at all, he needed that book and if someone else found it they could get him in a lot of trouble.

It had just been another one of those days. Albus was highly annoyed with the first years of the school giving him lip, because they were going to be second years soon enough. The nerve of the little prats, after he was nice to them all year. Albus was a strict prefect when it came to the younger years, only because he refused to be walked on by someone younger then him. On the other hand, it could have been a lot sterner. Years of tutoring, and dedication had him placed a prefect. Not to mention his high grades and his responsible nature. Albus was never one to play quidditch, and his almost prissy attitude made it easy to prove he could enforce school codes. Albus lead them from the dungeon to the great hall for breakfast. Then he had a seat and continued to have his normal morning. Speaking with the few people he could tolerate in his house, he quickly ate breakfast. Albus would head to his first class of the morning and fulfill his greed for knowledge. Albus was ahead in all his classes, when told not to read ahead, he would anyways. Ambitious as he was he couldn't stop himself from trying to obtain the maximum amount of wisdom.

Albus took a seat in his class, and he handed in his homework and was first to want to go over it. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, the way he lived his life. Albus had always been ready for learning no matter the day, often he questioned why he wasn't placed in Ravenclaw house. Albus sigh and dipped his quill in ink doing his assignment. Albus loved all of his classes especially the ones where he was advancely placed. It brought on a sense of pride that he took class with mostly seventh years in his electives. For now he needed to focus on his charms paper. After a good hour of class time it was time to progress in his day. Albus didn't have another class for a couple hours, therefore he needed to waste some time. Where to go? He questioned himself. Albus made his way down to the Slytherin dungeon to grab one of his novels. He'd enjoy some downtime in the courtyard. It was rather peaceful this time a day, when not clustered with students. Albus gathered his set of books for his next class, as well as the new book he picked up from Tomes and Scrolls. Albus was one of their favorite customers, ever since he was a wide eyed third year and allowed to go into Hogsmeade. He liked any place that was literature related. Lacking a large group of friends in life, books became part of his everyday life. A book couldn't judge you, or expect much.

Albus' social phobia started at a young age, he had always been the quiet 'black sheep' of his family. Although he was very friendly, he was painfully shy and skeptical. Albus had a handful of friends, but he wasn't always on board with 'hanging out' or what was 'in.' From early on he was unique and he liked living that way. The past year at school had been filled with many memories he held dear to himself. This year he had broke his phobia and actually enjoyed life, besides the normal drones of studying and reading. It felt nice to break his shell and let loose every now and again. The boy walk the dungeons to the main floor. Once there he pushed open the large oak doors to the outside. Albus held his books pressed to his chest as he took in the warm sun light on his face. Taking in a deep breath he made his way to the courtyard. Albus felt something hit his shoe in his travels and he looked down at a small book. Albus bent down and retrieved it. He looked around for a moment wondering who may have been the owner. Time was precious, so he'd bring it to the lost and found at some point. Albus placed the smaller book on top of his own and walked further seeing his friend Remy. The boy looked lost, very lost. Albus moved forward and noticed he had been searching for something. The book? Albus held it out to the older male. "You looking for this Remy?" He asked quirking an eyebrow as he pulled it back. "One shouldn't leave their potions book laying around." Albus told the other male. The two had been friends, so he figured the other boy would expect a lecture about being more organized.

remy reached and he snatched the book away as quick as he could and he opened it. he had to make sure it was his and once he knew he let out a sigh of relief. he lowered his head a bit and he chuckled. what a panic over a book, what was so important anyway? not like he was doing highly illegal things in the forbidden forest at night. he lowered his hands and held the book close by his side. he turned his eyes up and he looked at albus with a small brief smile. goodness the boy was always so cute, no matter what he was doing. remy loved to look at him. he held his potions book tight and he looked remy in the eyes, knowing he could probably go on a rant. remy wanted to avoid that so as quickly as he could he thought of what to say.

"stop it! stop it! dont say a word, not a single one." he smiled a bit more now as he finished speaking. he didn't care much for being lectured or anything but whatever albus did he did it well. however, remy didn't want someone telling him not to lose his books, this one especially, he knew that. "i know i shouldnt lose my books. i didn't mean too. i don't actually know what happened. it was there one minute and gone the next." he took a quick look around to see something but whatever it was he didn't seem to find. So, he let his thoughts move and he wondered what albus was doing out here, going to class maybe? what class did he have right now? remy suddenly got this odd look on his face as he thought about whether or not he needed to be in class right now. had he gone and got himself lost in a book and forgot to go to class again?

though he was quite thankful for albus finding his book and giving it back to him he never said it. he thought about it the whole time but the words never came out of his mouth. he looked over the young man in front of him, his outfit, the books held in his hands, his hair and then he smiled. "i suppose you are headed to class, huh?" what, really? of course he was headed to class. remy wanted to smack himself in the side of the head for saying that, even thinking it. was he nervous again? he really needed to push past that little thing when he was talking to someone he found cute. he always said the wrong thing or let something slip from his lips when he hadn't thought it through completely.