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This will be a drabble collection from the Drabble Tag on our forum, consisting of all our slash and femslash stories =]
Warning: in case for whatever reason, you don't know that means, this collection will contain people in homosexual relationships, the end.
prompt: ukulele
pairing: albus/lorcan
writer: Stolen Sunshine
Albus had to get out of the stuffy common room. He felt like he was being suffocated by the all too warm air and good spirits of his fellow Gryffindors. He sometimes wondered if he shouldn't have been sorted into another house, a quieter house, with less of his family. Yes, that sounded quite nice. It wasn't that Al didn't love his family, he did. It was just that sometimes he wished that he could have grown up like his dad, no parents, no annoying older brother, no little sister who was too pretty for her own good, and no noisy, nosy cousins!
He pulled his sweater tighter around him as he stepped on to the snow covered grounds. Hogwarts had been covered the night before in a blanket of snow that seemed to put a sound damper on the grounds making them all the more peaceful and inviting to the quiet Potter.
He leisurely strolled over the white fluffy snow, loving the satisfying crunch on the snow packing together under his feet. As he came closer and closer to the monument for the Battle of Hogwarts, soft music slowly drifted towards him. The notes seemed to swim in his head, making him forget all of his problems. His feet automatically took him closer to the wonderful sounds.
Albus recognized the blonde head sitting in the single dry spot in front of the silver wall that had all of the names of the people who had died in the battle. He walked around the side to see Lorcan Scamander holding what looked like a scrunken down guitar.
"What is that?" He blurted out. Lorcan looked up with a smile but didn't stop playing the sweet melody.
"It's a ukelele. They're Hawaiian, I learned to play it when Mum was researching Saltwater Hornbyes." The image of Lorcan in a swimsuit made Al's stomach tighten in a way he wasn't sure he was alright with. "Would you like to learn to play a bit?"
Albus nodded and sat down beside Lorcan who sat the small guitar in his lap and wrapped his long arms around Albus to show him how to hold it. Al thought that if he could have, he would have frozen time right then and stayed forever in the quiet grounds with Lorcan.
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