After Dark [Zeke]

you. and. me. we. should. be.

MAKING A MEMORY WHENEVER WE'RE TOGETHER

After spending some time tutoring some of the second years, Albus decided he'd head back to his dormitory. It took him a moment of sitting there to realize he hadn't been on a patrol in a while. The boy disappeared from school for a couple weeks, dealing with a break down at St. Mungo's. Albus was always strong, but with his father's death anniversary just around the corner, he couldn't help himself. After recovering from his manic episode he returned to school. Getting back into the swing of everyday life wasn't complicated. It didn't take him too long to get back into his normal routine, and he was already a couple chapters ahead in his books. Perfect like always, when it came to studies. Albus wondered what had happened to the simple days, where he was quiet and soft spoken. This new found personality of his was interesting but he missed the days were he was more logical and reserved. Albus grabbed his wand and decided he'd go patrol somewhere fun. Somewhere that would peek an interest and give him the slightest thrill. Just there to go was the question. Albus exited from the Slytherin common room, and walked the halls of the dungeon.

Often he felt misplaced in Slytherin, but there was a reason for everything, or so he thought. Making his way up the levels of the castle Albus wondered the third floor. The forbidden corridor may have had something interesting to see. Albus walked toward it, the darkness setting in around him. "Lumos." Albus said the tip of his wand lighting up just enough so he could see where he was going. A loud noise caused him to jump, as he backed himself up looking for a cause of the noise. What if it was something dangerous, he wasn't prepared for? Panic crossed his mind as he tripped over someone. Suddenly he felt the impact of someone else caused him to gasped spinning around, his aqua orbs capturing Zeke. Albus took a moment to catch his breath. "Merlin Zeke, you nearly gave me a heart attack." Albus stated looking down into the dark corridor. He didn't want to quiet explain why he was wondering the forbidden corridor but just in case his mate asked he'd explain. "I heard something down there, sounded pretty big if you ask me." Albus explained shrugging. He chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment, "What are you up to?" He asked trying to make small talk, to distract the fact he was headed in the direction he shouldn't be.

TAGGED;;Zeke Roman
WORD COUNT;;429
LYRICS;;[/color]Plain white t's - making memories
CREDITS;;[/color]Kryss!
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SO IT SEEMS THAT WE FIEND WHAT WE DON'T NEED
GOT A THING FOR A QUEEN WHO KNOW WHEN TO LEAVE
I AIN'T ABOUT TO JUDGE YOU, DON'T JUDGE ME

Zeke was on patrol as he was most nights. He had discovered that when he didn't go on patrol, he just laid in his bed, drifting in and out of sleep until the sun was up. It was relatively early and he found he was a little bored. Things were quiet still, no one worth catching around. Zeke was lost in his thoughts, plans for Quidditch, reviewing the few professional games he had seen for ideas. He was mildly surprised to find that his feet had taken him to the third corridor and of all the places, the Forbidden Corridor. He was vaguely amused by the idea of how many things had the word 'forbidden' in them in Hogwarts and that reverse psychology worked wonders.

Zeke's theory on the founder's was that they knew exactly what they were doing when they built the castle the way they had. Everything was just another test, another chance to succeed or fail. He was not afraid of the dark and had excellent night vision after he paused to let his eyes adjust. He moved almost silently, at a slow but steady pace, steps too measured to be natural. His intuition had brought him here for something, but whatever it was remained to be seen.

He was starting to get disappointed and he stopped and turned around, elbow crashing into something that he threw out his hands to catch. It was a vase with god-knows what in it. He managed to barely catch it with his fingertips, placing it back carefully. There was a light shining he realized, tiny shadows throwing off his depth perception. He turned around and headed for the tiny light and jumped when someone bumped into him. The light shining in his eyes made him wince and throw a hand over his eyes, squinting at Albus.

"Well, Merlin's beard yourself, Albus. Scare the beejezus out of a man what do you expect?" Zeke asked wiping at his robes for a moment before looking back up at Albus. He followed his gaze down in the darkness and wondered for a moment what Albus had expected to run into. "Yeah, yeah, sure." He replied in a mumble, still looking down into the darkness before he jerked his dark gaze back to Albus.

"Just the usual hubbub, practice, class, patrol, sleep. Been keeping my head down mostly I guess." Zeke's gaze had slid away from him but it returned to him as he shrugged his shoulders in resignation. "What about you? Feeling better?" He asked, tilting his head to look him in the eye better as though it would help.

tags; albus
word count; 437
music; the bottom by drake.
credit; atticus g.