This is for Visa (Lowi)'s 150 Beautiful and Colourful prompts challenge on NGF
*contains swearing*
11th February 2012
colour: spice island; prompt: redolent; Albus & Lysander.
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There are so many redolent memories that remind Albus of her – you know, Lindsay Turner, the one who left him to dance away into the night with Lysander – that he can barely bear to think: spices remind him of her, because she liked…likes everything hothothot; freshly mown grass brings her to the forefront of his mind, as that moment, when she danced on the lawn in her underwear, was the moment he fell in love with her, completely irrevocably; the food on Muggle aeroplanes is familiar to Lindsay, because she was the only one who ever dragged him on a plane.
And yet she's dumped him for Lysander, the exciting one who can make you short for breath, the one who can take you to an island in the middle of the sea and be in the middle of somewhere wholly idyllic, because he's got those kind of connections.
He's the replacement Albus, the one more outgoing and strong and perfect, he supposes.
"I'm here for Lindsay's stuff," Lysander says at the door of which an unshaven Albus is standing behind. "She said you'd be cool with it, right?"
A snort escapes Albus' lips because, well, he's pissed out of his tree, and he can't really see this situation changing anytime soon.
"Fuck," Albus growls, stepping closer to the boy at the door who towers over him, "off. And never come back."
He staggers forwards again and punches Lysander as hard as he can in the face before slamming the door and downing another bottle of scotch because, really, it's the only way he can think of to forget that his one time best fucking friend is now fucking his one time love of his life.
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