Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just playing in her world.
A/N: Eh, this one is iffy. Inspired by my induction day at Secondary School, with my obsessive, worrying best friend xD I don't usually portray Albus this way, but I like experimenting (:
Title: Fretting
Genre: Family
Rating: K
Warning:
Pairing/Character: Rose, Albus
Word Count: 234
"I don't want to be in Slytherin," Albus said, for what must have been the twenty-fifth time since they left the station fifteen minutes ago. "Rose, do you think I'll be in Slytherin?"
Without looking up from her book, she replies, "I don't know, Al."
"You don't know or you don't care?"
She sighed. "Pick one."
Silence followed, which lasted all of forty-seven precious seconds, before it was broken by, "Oh, I really hope I don't get put into Slytherin."
Rose huffed and slammed her book closed, giving him a look that would make a normal person want to shrivel up and die.
"Look, you will not get into Slytherin. You have pretty much no ambition; you can't even lie to yourself; you can't sneak up on your two year old cousin; when you bump into someone, you apologise immediately, even if it was their fault; and you ratted yourself out to Aunt Ginny when you had sweets before dinner when we were seven. You'll have a tea party with the Giant Squid in pink tutus before the Hat even considers putting you in Slytherin."
Albus looked at his cousin curiously as she returned to her book, agreeing with her every word. She was right, of course. Rose always was.
"I don't know." ~ "You don't know or you don't care?" ~ "Pick one." - X-Men.
A/N:Meh. Really not keen on this one. The next one is kind of better (:
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