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Albus is beyond exhausted. He knows that he's supposed to be a good cousin and go to his cousin's wedding happily, but is driving halfway across the country really worth it for her? Albus lets out a yawn as he drives off of the highway—a sign said that there was an inn nearby, and Albus will do anything for a few hours of sleep. He might be late to the wedding if he stops, but he needs his sleep.

Checking in at the front, Albus thanks every God he can think of—he came just in time to get their very last room. He makes his way to his room, still yawning, and he turns the key they gave him in the lock to room 314.

There's someone in the room, sitting at the table and reading a book..

"Oh, sorry," Albus sputters, waking up immediately. The other person, a guy, looks up at Albus with warm grey eyes and smiles warmly. "I must have the wrong room," he says, walking back out.

"No problem," the person says. Albus looks down at his key, where a small 314 is inscribed. They must've given him the wrong key, he figures.

He sighs, wanting to collapse onto a bed so badly, and makes his way back to the front.

"I think you gave me the wrong key," he says, pushing the key they gave him over the counter. The lady behind the counters takes the key and looks at her computer.

"Albus Potter?" she asks.

"Yes," he says.

"This is your room, then." The lady pushes the key back to him and he grabs it back, confused. Maybe he got the room number wrong. He walks back upstairs and double-checks the number before unlocking the door.

The same person is still there.

"You're back," the guy says, putting down his book and running a hand through his almost-white hair. "Can I help you?"

"This is my room," Albus says, holding up his key and walking over. The other person frowns.

"I got the same number," he says, picking up an identical key from the table. It, too, had 314 etched into it. Albus groans. He just wants to sleep.

"Then I guess we're roommates," he says. "I just need to sleep, please."

The other person considers this for a moment before shrugging. "Hi, then, roommate. I'm Scorpius."

Albus flops down on the bed and manages to get out, "Albus," before falling fast asleep.

…

Albus wakes up next to Scorpius.

Wait, what?

"Aaaahhh," Albus says, hitting Scorpius out of instinct.

"Ow!" Scorpius says, rolling off the bed and hitting the floor with a thump. "I'm awake, I'm awake—oh." Scorpius straightens up and looks at Albus. "Sorry, I just couldn't fall asleep in the chair and there's only one bed," he explains, a blush spreading to his ears.

Albus feels slightly uncomfortable, but he has more pressing issues—like what time is it?

He voices his question and Scorpius reaches over to his phone.

"Eleven in the morning."

"What?"

Oh, Albus is going to die. He was supposed to be at the wedding by ten. He's going to be killed by everyone in his family at the same time.

He jumps up, scrambling around, trying to get his stuff together.

"What are you rushing off to?" Scorpius asks, amidst Albus' panic.

"My cousin's wedding. It started an hour ago," he says, spreading his arms out. "I'm going to get killed by my mother. And my aunt. And my cousin."

"Or you could just not go," Scorpius suggests. He, for the first time since he fell, gets up and sits on the bed. "I don't really know you, and I usually go on a date before sleeping in a bed with someone. We're overdue."

Albus can feel his face heat up as he realises what Scorpius is suggesting. He glances at his phone screen—eleven twenty. He was already going to be late. Better to just not go.

"Sure, why not?"

for:

meet cutes [day 20]

assignment 4 [muggle music, task 7 - racing against the clock - write about being late]

through the universe [alscor]