meet cutes, day 4 - screaming at you in a zombie costume
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Albus was sure of two things, and only two things.
One: he was drunk. Very drunk.
Two: there was a zombie walking after him.
Call him crazy, but Albus had a slight fear of zombies, and being intoxicated didn't help his fears. It was not liquid courage.
He knew better than to get a ride home, so he was walking fast. He couldn't help but look back at the zombie every few seconds. He was terrified of it. It had sunken eyes and green skin. None of it went with the shock of white-blond hair on his head, though. Albus had always thought of zombies with dark hair, but blonds were probably a worse, different breed.
Albus wanted to run away, but he knew that if he did, the zombie would just chase after him. All he had to do was to slowly pick up the pace and try to walk faster than the zombie, without it knowing his plan.
Did zombies even walk at the same pace as humans? Because the zombie stalking Albus was walking pretty fast, even by human standards.
Albus walked faster.
"Hey, wait!" the zombie called from behind him. It was definitely calling to Albus, and the strange thing was that it sounded just like a human. Albus started to walk faster, but the zombie had caught up and walked beside him.
Albus couldn't help it; he screamed. The zombie's face was scarier up close.
"I'm not that ugly!" the zombie protested. "I just wanted to give you your ID card," the zombie explained, holding out a card for Albus. "You left it at the bar."
"Zombie," Albus said, feeling slightly nauseated. He felt as if he was about to throw up at any moment.
"Oh, this?" the zombie said, chuckling. "This is makeup, for some stupid party that my friends dragged me to. I'm Scorpius Malfoy."
Albus threw up.