Al slowly opened his eyes. The crust of sleep sticking the lashes together, he tried to separate them but all the excessive fluttering just made him slightly more nauseous. Crap! How much did I drink last night? He stretched his arms out above his head and encountered something soft and slightly damp what the hell?
"FUCKING HELL!"
He flicked his eyes up and looked at one pissed of blond with a hand clamped over his eye.
"Al you prat you just poked me in the eye, just because you're the triwizard champion..."
Oh yeh that's why I'm hangover
"...doesn't mean you can . . . can mutilate people!"
Scor had moved round to tower over al. He gave al a nudge with his foot to get him away from the only unoccupied armchair in the room, coincidently the chair that al had previously been wrapped around the legs of, in a drunken slumber. Scor then collapsed onto said chair and grabbed his head.
"I think we should have stopped after the shots"
Al raised his head "We were drinking shots?"
"Yeh" an annoyingly sober red head lounged in the door way "thought the question should be : 'you' remember drinking the shots ?"
"It's not that unbelievable I remember that time after the duelling championships"
"That's only cos it was on the bloody local news"
"Uh guys what time are you talking about"
They gave al an incredulous look "Remember when we won the championships last year and you got photographed at a local muggle bar with that fundraising pole dancer. That was the only way we could find you the next morning"
Scor cut in "yeh ...we lost you around the 8th bar in and that was how we knew where you were ... also how we know you were drinking something that you had to set on fire. Thats how we could tell you how you lost your eyebrows...Remember?"
"oh yeh ... good times, good times."
Rose turned back to the hung over blond "so do you ?"
"what ?"
"remember drinking shots last night "
"oh " Scor lifted up a bent plastic shot glass "I don't, I found this stuck to my head when I woke up"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"seriously"
"yeh"
"Merlin your getting worse"
"I AM NOT !"
"ok moving on from the raging alcoholic. Did you see that bloke sitting at the prof's table last night?" Al cut in trying to stop the squabbling
Scor smirked "I can see your future Al, ... and it involves male pattern baldness"
"I know the bloke you talking about, the old looking version of al, on the right side of the table. He wasn't going bald."
"yes he was, Same place Al is."
"OI!"
"How would you know you spend the night in a hazy of booze."
"i wasn't drunk at that point"
" you... you.. ALCOHOLIC!..."
"I AM NOT AN ALCOHOLIC!"
"AND I AM NOT GOING BALD"
The bickering couple turned to one pissed off bloke
"ok mate seriously i was only taking the Mickey. Bloody hell can't even make a joke anymore"
"Al your not going bald..."
"i know that "
"... just ignore Blondie..."
"I do but that's not the point, that bloke. He ... he looked like me. Not like me, exactly like me... how is that possible unless..."
"Oh God" Rose sank to the floor next to Al "Al that such a leap. It could be a coincidence."
"A bloody big coincidence it was almost like a mirror and did you see him when he saw me. He recognised me."
"So bloody what!" rose moved to shush Scor but her actions were ignored "they left us. They all left us. The abandoned us! Who gives a shit if he recognises you? That doesn't change the fact that you have had to bloody survive on your own. They left us..." the blond trailed off and slumped next to al "... They left us..."
"Maybe they didn't have a choice."
"That's a bloody big maybe."
"Don't you want to find out?" Scor turned his attention to rose. Her barley whispered question adding an air of vulnerability to the usually strong girl. "Would it be so bad if we did find them?"
Her pleading eyes dug at Scor's defences. He stared down at his knees and pulled them up to his chest a barely mumbled question inaudible to everyone but obvious to rose and al. They knew him his hopes, his dreams,... His fears. The same since their childhood.
"What if they don't want us "
~ I don't normally like to write notes along with my stories as ... well to be perfectly honest ... I normally never actually get around to reading them on other peoples work and I don't like to break from the flow of my writing. I felt thought that the people who have diligently reviewed (something I also am ashamed to admit I never actually get round to doing) and followed should to some extent receive some form of explanation and to be simple I can only answer life, due to my idiotic decision to decide to do a degree in maths. Not that I don't love what I am doing but the sheer work load is rather detrimental to my free writing time and I am notoriously disorganised. I should probably cut to the chase, I apologise profusely to all who have been left waiting for the next chapter and I shall make a conscious effort to ensure the next chapters of both my stories as well as the first chapters of several others shall finally see the light of day. Thanks for reading.