My name is Albus Potter. I am the son of Harry Potter and brother to James and Lily, both of whom I'd do anything for. I'm a former Ravenclaw and I'm now aspiring to be an author. I'm really not shy, so please come talk to me. I won't bite. (; Admirer(s)
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Well you should start hanging out with your favorite cousin again and ditch that diick. Team Al.
Alright, turns out I can't sleep.
Too much on your mind, Louis?
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Cousin, don't do this to me. You're starting to sound like James now.
Alright, turns out I can't sleep.
Too much on your mind, Louis?
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One, we are siblings. Therefore, our good looks are shared. Even though I am sexier than you. But that's beyond the point. Two, its not possible that you didn't miss me... how did you ever survive without my unrequited sarcasm and snide remarks?!
Someone come cuddle with me?
Miss me, bro?
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Of course I haven't, Lou. You haven't picked up on the whole 'Albus is perfect' thing yet have you?
Alright, turns out I can't sleep.
Too much on your mind, Louis?
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Too much on your mind, Louis?
Alright, turns out I can't sleep.
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Don't lie, James. You know you've missed me. Don't worry brother, I've missed you too
Someone come cuddle with me?
Miss me, bro?
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Miss me, bro?
Someone come cuddle with me?
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"I'm bored. Someone better come save me."
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Albus sat on a bench in the middle of a busy park. It was a chilly autumn morning, light breezes blew through the trees. He sat covered up with open fingered gloves and a warming grey scarf tucked inside his long coat. The newly made graduate sat with his legs crossed and a small smile etched upon his face. On his lap lay a small notebook with thousands of words scratched across the fine paper in distinct blue ink.
Albus was in his own paradise. It was as if not a thing in the world could disrupt the peacefulness and joy he was feeling at this moment in time. He continued to write away, his mind still racing with the story inside his head. Then, a stronger wind than before came and took several of his papers away with it. Albus gasped and jumped up out of his comfortable position, chasing what to him was his most prized possession. He grabbed one underneath a bench beside him and two more trapped between two branches.
He saw the last one lying dormant on the floor a few yards ahead of him. He leapt down from the tree and raced after them, hoping he wouldn’t lose them. He was almost there, just a few more steps. Before he knew what was happening, we was on lying on top of the papers with a massive pain in his head. He sat up from the floor, his head aching. He had taken somebody else with him.
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woah
i didnt realize how many posts i had on here
i miss my albie
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The 50 Best Animal Photos Of The Year
This one is my personal fav.
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Christmas sweater...
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