If I Woke Up Next To You ; Albus !

[Benoite Guinevere Rowle]

You're the strength I need to fight,
You're the reason I still try.

This time was such a strange thing to her, she didn't...understand anything here. First, her brother had been griping about something wasn't listening about, and he had smacked her for not listening, and then she went to bed and then something happened...and they ended up here. Not just her. She wasn't her only classmate in...the 1970s, but she still didn't understand it. She had seen Albus a few times, but he hadn't spoken to her. Why should he have? She had lied to him for years and it came out, and she was really a monster, so it's fine, she understood, she wasn't daft.

She held her head high and kept moving through this time, and it didn't make good sense to her, but regardless of that she had to go on. She didn't need him to see her suffer, it would make her seem weak, and that was osmething she was not. She was not raised to be weak, and she wouldn't start now. She didn't like the idea of someone having something to hold against her, and she wouldn't bring her feelings into play enough for someone to know anything about her now. She was a mystery to most and she liked the idea of keeping that the way it had always been. She was aloof, and she made people wonder, it was her thing.

But on the inside she was a wreck. She was falling apart, and being so out of place was only making it worse. If nothing changed, she planned to slip back to France during the first holiday from school. At least now school was a buffer zone between her family and herself. Her brothers couldn't get to her in a dorm, and her oldest brother was so thrown off he didn't know how to get himself back to where he needed to be. He was nothing here, and that set less well with him then he let on. Good, less attention was on her in that case. But, that didn't change the fact she was isolated and miserable, no matter how miserable he was it would never fix that.

So, now? She was in bed, pondering what she was and how she felt somewhere between sleep and awake, but there wasn't much that could make her act awake now. She preferred to go to bed early even if she didn't sleep most of the night. It was just easier then risking seeing him, he would only make her feel worse.

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tags: Al Pooter
song: Ashley - Escape the Fate
credit: Me
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[albus]

Thank Merlin that nobody was around that evening. To be entirely honest, Albus wasn't having the easiest time getting around. It wasn't because this Hogwarts was any different to him, and it wasn't because he was desperately homesick. No. Albus had a completely different reason, and it was all Sirius Black's fault. He wasn't angry, though—no, not at all. In fact, he was rather giddy at the moment. Nevertheless, in any case, this whole situation had seriously thrown Albus off.

How had this even happened? Why was he being forced to adjust to this life that he wasn't supposed to know? One minute, he was on his broom in the air with his brother, and the next thing he knew, his body was violently thrown to the ground in a completely different time. He had to stay on his toes every second of every day—avoiding the grandfather he had never known and making sure not to spill any secrets from the future. Merlin, if one more person told him he looked just like James Potter, he thought he would snap. He got that enough with Harry.

And as for right now, Albus couldn't seem to make sense of anything. All he knew was that he had finally made it into the dungeons of Hogwarts, and knowing that, he let out a sigh of relief.

Any of Al's friends would have been unable to understand what had come over the middle Potter in that instance. He sauntered into the common room, and all he wanted to do was be with Benoite. Sure, the two of them hadn't spoken in quite some time (minus a few harsh words), but surely Benoite would be all up for cuddling right? Albus did not seem to realize just how screwy his logic was, but that didn't stop him from peeking into the girl's dormitory and grinning at the sight of his ex-girlfriend.

Carefully and quietly (or so Albus thought), he crawled to the end of Ben's bed and slipped underneath her covers. Once he got onto the bed, he curled up tightly and wrapped his arms around Benoite.

"Bennnn," Al whined, though his voice was somewhat gravely. His bloodshot-green, puppy-dog eyes stared sincerely into hers. "I don't care if your father was Voldemort 'cause you've got a nose and that's all that matters!"

And with that being said, Al proceeded to nuzzle his head into the crook of her neck and pretend that everything was perfect again.

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SONG?! fix you - coldplay
CREDIT?! JEN of caution 2.0

[Benoite Guinevere Rowle]

You're the strength I need to fight,
You're the reason I still try.

There were instances were it seemed sleep would never come, and some nights she guessed maybe not sleeping other nights just lead her body into exhaustion and she had to sleep. But, tonight was somewhere in the middle. She was sleeping, sort of. But it was better then tossing and turning and wanting to cry, and just hating everything. At least she was lying in one spot, and she wasn't tossing and throwing her covers off the bed, and just looked asleep, even if her mind was still racing.

She heard something, but she assumed it was a roommate, some of them could be very loud. She didn't know them well, but she heard enough of them to assume it was probably one of the larger girls trying to get out to go to the bathroom or something but not wanting to be screamed out for lighting a wand or something of the like. Jeez whoever really was trying to get through here had some purpose, and were going an awfully funny direction to be going to the bathroom. They better not have been drunk, and trying to find their own bathroom. Benoite had had enough of drunk people with her brothers over the summer, one of them actually urinated in someone's shoe, it was awful. At least it wasn't her shoe though.

And, then her bed shifted, and she tensed. She didn't know what this meant. She heard her name, and she tensed further. Was this some sort of awful dream? One of those where you were sleeping but it felt like you were awake and you couldn't run? The more he got into her bed, the more it seemed that way. This was a more vivid dream then she'd had in a while. She had a nose and that's all that mattered? ”Albus..” She said, her tone unsure. ”What's the matter with you? You don't speak to me for months and basically tell me you hate me, and then you get in my bed?” She wanted to be screaming at him, but there were sleeping girls all around them. Sleeping..uh oh. She pulled her arm from his embrace long enough to wave the curtains on the side of her bed closed. At least that would help some...hopefully.

She missed this closeness, even if they weren't supposed to be on speaking terms anymore. She let her hand travel behind it's original resting place, and run up his thin sides. She knew this wasn't right, her brother would be furious, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

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tags: Al Pooter
song: Ashley - Escape the Fate
credit: Me
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[albus]

When Benoite initially questioned Albus as to why he was in her bed, he placed his arms on either side of her and lifted himself up to look into her eyes. At first, he maintained a somewhat serious face; after all, Benoite looked fairly serious herself, and he didn't want to upset her anymore than he already had. Nevertheless, Albus couldn't stop his lips from curling up when he truly thought about it. Voldemort! Voldemort? Merlin, the whole thing was bloody hilarious!

He was suddenly unable to suppress his laughter anymore. He started laughing uncontrollably and collapsed back onto his side. It was just too funny! Honestly, what were the odds of that happening? Harry Potter's son and Tom Riddle's daughter falling in love with each other? When the bloody hell did Voldemort, of all people, even find time to have kids? Oh, but good god, it felt good to laugh, and it felt even better as she rubbed her hand up his side. It must have been ages since he had been able to do any of this.

Eventually, Albus's laughter died down. When he reopened his eyes, everything was three times as screwy as it had been before. He waved his hand in front of his eyes and watched it trail along slowly. Twelve hands. He had twelve hands… and somehow that made perfect sense. Actually, it was rather cool. He thought about telling Benoite about it, but when he turned to face her, he realized that she seemed especially confused about their current situation.

He put a hand on her shoulder. "Look," he said, speaking at a very slow pace. "I don't know the answers to your questions. All I know is that I'm really, really high, and I don't know where I am right now. James is going to tell Mom, and Dad is going to murder me." Albus propped himself up on his elbow and narrowed his eyes at her. "Do you know people keep telling me I have my grandmother's eyes and that I look exactly like my grandfather? It's unbelievable. Even in an entirely different time, I can't escape it." Al paused to think before he turned back to Benoite with half-open eyes. "Ben, I don't know about you, but I think I'm still time traveling. Like… what time is it? Tuesday?"

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[Benoite Guinevere Rowle]

You're the strength I need to fight,
You're the reason I still try.

Her expression faltered a bit as he started laughing. Was this the same Albus Potter that had been in her time and broken her heart? She didn't understand it, but all the same his laughter was like music. Really loud music. She looked around, and reached up to cover his mouth. "Tais-toi!" She chided, "You're going to wake everyone up." She reminded him. Maybe they should leave this room if he desired to have some sort of conversation with her, but for now it seemed they were just going to have to be stuck in this compromising position.

This was getting bad. He just wouldn't stop. What was wrong with him!? "Stop it." She said flatly, she didn't really know what else to do at this point. She had to get him out of here before he really did wake everyone else up. "Allons-y." She said simply, getting out of her bed, pulling him behind her. She wanted to silence him, but it didn't seem to be working, so she would have to try something else and hope for a better result. She looked at him as he started speaking again, slowing her rise from the bed.

He was stoned. The stoic boy who couldn't eat a meal without getting angry at something was stoned. She didn't know what was worse, the fact he was in her bed and stoned or the fact he was talking like a normal person in a room full of sleeping women. "Come on, get up." She said before returning any of his remarks. She pulled him towards the door, grabbing her wand and a sweater before she did. As they got outside, "They're going to murder you? What do you think I want to do with you? Crawling into my bed in the middle of the night, laughing like an idiot which you are not, and then just annoucing that you are in fact...intoxicated to some extent? Good, very good Albus." She was angry, but not as angry as she probably should have been. "I look like my mother, turns out, I've seen her, she's asleep in the dorm somewhere that way. I'm older then her now as it were, so I sort of understand that feeling a little bit. All I hear now is, "Celeste! Oh...you're not her." So yes, I do understand that. I look nothing like my twat of a mother." She fumed, crossing her arms as she leaned on the wall for a moment, stopping. She didn't want to go into the common room, but she didn't want to stand here either.

When it occured to her he asked her the time, and then said Tuesday, she lost her composure. She had held on very nicely up until this point, but that did it. Her laughter sounded strange to her own ears, and she was pretty sure somewhere in there she snorted. It was really cute. She ran her hand up his arm as she calmed down, and she tugged him closer, she missed him more then she cared to admit. "I don't know what time it is, though I can tell you it's not Tuesday, it's Monday...or will be in a few hours." She rested her head against him, and she just wanted this to be right, just him not stoned. "What did you do to yourself to get like this? Don't tell me smoked something, I'm not that stupid, where did you get it?" Maybe next time he should share with the entire class.

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tags: Al Pooter
song: Ashley - Escape the Fate
credit: Me
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[albus]

Albus wondered if he was making Benoite angry. She didn't seem to be nearly as happy as he was—especially when she slapped her hand over his mouth to shut him up. Wasn't she happy that he was there with her? All he wanted to do was cuddle, and honestly, she was getting way too worked up about this. Albus was about five seconds away from telling his ex-girlfriend to "chill" and enjoy the slow-motion, when she warned him that they were going to way everyone up.

"Ben," he whispered back in a low voice, "you should have told me this hours ago. Why did you wait so long?"

How long had he actually been here? It seemed like hours. Benoite did not take lightly to his comment and hissed at him to "stop it." Albus was beginning to feel a little needy. He was having a really hard time understanding why he was being punished. It wasn't until Benoite realized that he was "under the influence" that he realized she was probably pissed. The look on her face made him chuckle a little.

Albus groaned as Benoite told him to get up. "But I just want to snuggle," he complained in a somewhat monotone voice, huffing as the girl pulled him out of the room. He didn't want to walk anywhere; his legs felt numb, and he didn't think he was going to make it very far. He just wanted to lay in bed with his ex-girlfriend, have some sex, and go eat. Albus was in the mood to relax; he didn't want to bother with any picky details. So what if he broke up with her? He loved her!

When they made it outside, Benoite immediately began chastising him. Merlin, what was she thinking? It was late. "Shhh…" Albus whispered, leaning on the wall and looking the other way. "You sound so loud. There are people sleeping, you know." He sighed, looking at her. "You don't look like your twat of a mother. You're right. You're not a twat. That's rubbish. You're a beautiful son of a bitch." Albus took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder.

A moment later, after he'd asked her the time, Benoite started to laugh—actually laugh. He pulled back and looked at her, smiling slightly. It was so nice to see her like this. He had always loved her laughter, and he hated seeing her so down. Albus started laughing again too (a really slow, doltish laugh, though he didn't really notice), and he grinned like a cheshire cat as she pulled him in and rested against his chest.

When Benoite asked what he had done to be in this state-of-mind, he shrugged his shoulders and ran his hand through her hair. "You're not going to believe me," he told her, singing the words. "But, I may or may not have smoked some illegal things with my grandfather's best friend." Albus pushed Ben back slightly so that his heavily bloodshot eyes could focus on her. "Ben. Sirius Black. My mind is officially blown. I can't even tell if this is real or not." He paused for a moment, lifting an eyebrow. "Am I speaking really slowly? I feel like I am."

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[Benoite Guinevere Rowle]

You're the strength I need to fight,
You're the reason I still try.

This was one of the strangest things she had ever seen. What was really happening here? She couldn't really believe he was stoned out of his mind. Sort of made her want to take advantage of him...she meant his good mood. Of course. She'd never take advantage of anyone...even the boy who she loved who had broken her heart...despite that, she still knew how he worked, and she figured now was just one of those times it needed to happen. He brought it on himself.

Her expression was flat as he spoke, ”Imbecile.” She muttered with a cranky tone, ”Hours ago, yes.” She said with an equally flat tone.

He wanted to snuggle. Of course he did. She rolled her head to the side, this was like dealing with a child. A really, really attractive child. She just wanted to pull him close and shag him right there on the cold, stone floor. It wouldn't have been the first time they had done that. She didn't understand what was wrong with this situation, with him being so happy. She didn't mind, but she didn't understand it! She just...wanted to pull her hair out. She looked at him as they left the room, and she just...didn't understand. ”Fine, we can find a place to cuddle..” She didn't know what was getting into her.

Her brother could be lurking outside...but she didn't really know what else to do; they were still trying to find places for all the people who had showed up; and there were talks that would be a seventh year female from their time named as head girl. That had been her brother's idea, she was sure. He was always trying to push for them to stand out in things at school to make him look better, and now that Tory was at school with them, she was all certain that would get worse. But, for now she had no where to go, but the halls or the common room, or just take her chances and run with him to the room of requirement. She didn't know with as slow as he was moving if they could make it that far though, so she just decided on the common room. It was the middle of the night, surely no one was down there. She looked at him flatly as he started to talk again, ”I don't think it's just me waking people up.” She said with a haughty tone, glancing at him skeptically, but smiling lightly. ”I suppose you are right though, I am a beautiful son of a bitch.”

Whatever had possessed him to do whatever he had done, and crawl into her bed pleased her greatly. This closeness, this laughter, it was right. It was...something that should have happened all the time. She didn't ever want to be that sad again, that alone. She didn't want any of that. She just wanted this again, and she didn't care what her brother had to say about it. She would run off before she let him ruin her life again, that much she swore.

She looked up at him, and she raised an eyebrow. This was going to be a good story. ”Je t'écoute.” She said with a smile. And, she would not have guessed that was why he was in this state. Leave it to one of the trouble makers here to make her normal Albus into crazy Albus. ”Oh good.” She said with a shake of her head. She nodded, ”You are.” She said with a smile, she ran her fingers down his sides, and she leaned forward and she brushed her lips against his. She felt she had to do this. She needed this. ”I've missed you.” She said in parseltongue, seemingly in hopes no one would hear her, or understand her but him.

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tags: Al Pooter
song: Ashley - Escape the Fate
credit: Me
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