A is For ...
Title: A is For ...
Beta: Rissa
Pairing/s: Albus Severus / Scorpius
Rating: ???
Warning(s): Slash, ???
Word Count: 748 so far!
Summary: Albus hearts Scorpius, Scorpius hearts Albus, they just can't seem to get the timing right.
Notes: A is for ... consists of 26 12 sentence stories meant to be both self contained and fitting together for over all plot. A 12 sentence story is exactly that, a story that consists of only 12 sentences.
Albus vividly recalled the first time he ever encountered Scorpius Hypherion Malfoy the way any pre-teen remembered what they considered to be the most embarrassing moment of their life. He, along with the other first years, waited outside the Great Hall nervously counting down the moments until their names were called and they were paraded in front of the whole school for the Sorting ceremony.
While most of the children had grouped together with shy, anxious smiles, Scorpius kept himself at a distance from everyone. He leaned against a wall by a sconce and Albus had been taken aback, nearly breathless at the sight of him. The torch cast a halo-like light on his pale blond hair and danced over the smooth, aristocratic features of his face. In comparison, Albus knew they couldn’t be any more different, a realization that made him suddenly more aware than ever of himself, of his shaggy dark hair, the peppering of freckles over his cheeks and nose and the heavy rimmed glasses that dominated the majority of his face. Scorpius seemed perfectly at ease, cool, confident, and untouched by nerves and Albus, who had been bashfully inching closer and closer for the better part of fifteen minutes, stood next to him with slouched shoulders.
“Hey,” Al heard himself say before his brain could get the best of him, before his senses would shut him up, before it was too late not to make a fool out of himself. He held a hand out towards Scorpius and inwardly winced at the ink stains that mottled his skin. “I’m Al Potter,” he introduced himself knowing the mention of his last name would only help him in his endeavor, “do you want to be friends?”
Scorpius glanced up from the offered hand with eyes so clear, summer-sky blue that they made Albus’ insides quiver and gave him good reason to doubt his ability to ever speak again. “I don’t think that’s going to happen,” he answered and just like that, he was gone, stepping into the Hall at the mention of his name, leaving Albus frozen in disbelief with his hand outstretched towards empty air.
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Beta: Rissa
Pairing/s: Albus Severus / Scorpius
Rating: ???
Warning(s): Slash, ???
Word Count: 748 so far!
Summary: Albus hearts Scorpius, Scorpius hearts Albus, they just can't seem to get the timing right.
Notes: A is for ... consists of 26 12 sentence stories meant to be both self contained and fitting together for over all plot. A 12 sentence story is exactly that, a story that consists of only 12 sentences.
Albus vividly recalled the first time he ever encountered Scorpius Hypherion Malfoy the way any pre-teen remembered what they considered to be the most embarrassing moment of their life. He, along with the other first years, waited outside the Great Hall nervously counting down the moments until their names were called and they were paraded in front of the whole school for the Sorting ceremony.
While most of the children had grouped together with shy, anxious smiles, Scorpius kept himself at a distance from everyone. He leaned against a wall by a sconce and Albus had been taken aback, nearly breathless at the sight of him. The torch cast a halo-like light on his pale blond hair and danced over the smooth, aristocratic features of his face. In comparison, Albus knew they couldn’t be any more different, a realization that made him suddenly more aware than ever of himself, of his shaggy dark hair, the peppering of freckles over his cheeks and nose and the heavy rimmed glasses that dominated the majority of his face. Scorpius seemed perfectly at ease, cool, confident, and untouched by nerves and Albus, who had been bashfully inching closer and closer for the better part of fifteen minutes, stood next to him with slouched shoulders.
“Hey,” Al heard himself say before his brain could get the best of him, before his senses would shut him up, before it was too late not to make a fool out of himself. He held a hand out towards Scorpius and inwardly winced at the ink stains that mottled his skin. “I’m Al Potter,” he introduced himself knowing the mention of his last name would only help him in his endeavor, “do you want to be friends?”
Scorpius glanced up from the offered hand with eyes so clear, summer-sky blue that they made Albus’ insides quiver and gave him good reason to doubt his ability to ever speak again. “I don’t think that’s going to happen,” he answered and just like that, he was gone, stepping into the Hall at the mention of his name, leaving Albus frozen in disbelief with his hand outstretched towards empty air.
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z