For the Next-Gen Drabble Tag!
Hugo & Albusii. Summer.
Albus, what are you doing? (He's flying; he's in the skies, exactly where he wants to be. But don't tell.)
Albus, what did you think? (That Hugo wanted this just as much. That he should let go, listen to himself, and stop fighting it all. And, by the way, Hugo did want it just as much.)
Albus, shouldn't you know better? (Maybe he should. But it is summer, it feels so good and none of them are complaining. And that has to be what matters, really.)
Albus, you know you can't continue this, right? (That's an interesting question, actually.)
Right?