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The Empath by JustBrilliant
Chapter 19 : Definitely NOT a Date
Rating: MatureChapter Reviews: 3

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I looked from Al to my dad, and silently cleared my throat. “Dad, can you give us a minute?”

“Sure. Just let me know if you need anything,” he replied quickly before turning on his heel and making his way to the kitchen.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered once my dad was gone, hoping he wouldn’t hear it.

Al put a hand to the back of his neck as he searched for the right words, “Well, I – uh… I wanted to see you. I thought that maybe we could, well… you know, do something.”

I turned my head so that I was looking at him from a slight angle.


“I was wanting to hang out with you,” he repeated firmly, his bottle-green eyes settling on me again.

Slowly, I realigned my head. Crossing my arms, I asked, “Why?”

Al shifted his weight between his feet, and I could tell he was growing impatient. “Because… Merlin’s beard… Because I haven’t seen you in a while, you know, so… yeah.”

I blinked… was he admitting that he missed me?

“What about Hanna?”

He was a bit confused, “What about her?”

I deliberately shut my eyes for a long moment, trying not to roll them, before opening them again. “She’s your girlfriend, you know… Isn’t hanging out with me a bad idea?”

He looked a little surprised as he said, “You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“Rose didn’t tell you?”

“No – what didn’t she tell me?”

“Well…” Al shrugged, throwing his hands up.

“You broke up…” I said slowly, “Didn’t you?”

He simply nodded, looking rather uncomfortable. Truthfully, I was shocked, and I really wanted to know more. But I wasn’t about to bombard him with questions while my dad was just in the other room. So, I studied him for a few moments before finally making a decision.

“All right, fine.” I said, unfolding my arms. “I’ll go hang out with you… But this is not a date, okay?”

Al grinned and agreed, “Okay!”

So, after I quickly told my father what I was doing and grabbed my coat, we found ourselves standing just outside the front door. Without a word, Al held out his hand for me to take. I hesitated.

“Where are we going?” I asked, my fingers inches from his hand.

Grinning jovially, Al merely said, “It’s a surprise.”

“Where are we going?” I repeated, pulling my hand away.

Then Al grabbed my hand before I could react and said, “You’ll see.”

I was a split-second away from wrenching my hand out of his when the uncomfortable sensation of apparition overcame me. I waited for an impatient minute for it to end, and when it finally did I forcefully pulled my hand from Al’s as I took in the new scenery.

We were standing at the foot of a short, narrow driveway that led to an ordinary two-story house. It looked smaller than Luke’s house from the outside, and possibly a few decades older. The front lawn and the few hedges lining the path to the front door were covered in snow, which was blinding in the sunlight, and – also unlike Luke’s house – there was a small front porch only large enough for a few chairs.

As Al began to make his way forward, his footsteps crunching in the blanket of frost, I stopped him.

“Wait,” I said, and he turned around to face me, “Al… is this your house?”

“Well, yeah,” he said, smiling.

I had to think over how to phrase my question for a minute. Finally, I asked carefully, “Why’d you bring me here?”

He raised a brow at me, and said with an air of obviousness, “So we could hang out…”

“But your family’s here,” I pointed out. “Aren’t they?”

Al didn’t seem to think this was a problem as he nodded, “And?”

“Well… I just thought that we would go somewhere… You know?” I asked awkwardly, not necessarily certain about meeting his parents.

Al laughed at me, “This is somewhere, Delta. Besides, you were the one that said this wasn’t a date, remember?”

“But isn’t introducing me to your parents a date-ish thing…?”

“If so then I’ve had plenty of dates with other guys,” he sighed, still smiling at me. “Just don’t worry about it, Delta. I’m sure they’ll like you, regardless of whether or not this is a date. Now come on.”

“Ugh, fine,” I groaned, following him onto the path. “But this isn’t a date. Don’t forget that.”

“I won’t,” he promised with a short laugh.

A minute later, I found myself standing just inside the house as Al shut the door behind me.

“I’m home!” Al announced, “And I brought a friend!”

I jumped in surprise as the woman I assumed to be his mother appeared. Initially, she seemed to be upset, but as her brown eyes settled on me she smiled. “Albus,” she said, “You didn’t tell me where you were going –“

“He didn’t tell me either!” I heard Lily call from another room in the house.

Al’s mum rolled her eyes, but she immediately resumed smiling at me as she stepped forward. “I’m guessing you’re Delta,” she said pleasantly, as she offered me her hand. I took it, feeling a little odd, seeing as I wasn’t the hand-shaking kind of person.

I offered a smile in return and managed to say, “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Potter,” without stuttering.

Letting go of my hand, she added very genuinely, “By the way, Delta, thank you for being friends with my son. I know he’s a pain.”

“Er, you’re welcome?” I said back, unsure if I was supposed to laugh or not. I heard Al groan behind me, and could feel his annoyance toward his mother.

As his mum turned to leave us, her short red hair swishing, Al called after her, “Do you really have to say that to all of my friends?”

“I’m afraid so!” she shouted back as she disappeared around a corner.

I turned to Al and saw that he was shaking his head. For a moment, he rubbed his face with the palm of his hand, and I bit my lip as I waited for him to take the lead. It was his house, after all, and I wasn’t sure where we would be headed. Finally, he let his hand fall back to his side. “C’mon,” he said, with a little nod of his head, stepping past me and in the direction that Lily’s voice had come from.

Quietly, I let out a nervous laugh and followed him as discreetly as I could. We passed Lily’s room on the way, and I smiled at her awkwardly as I passed. She merely said, “Hey,” and waved two fingers at me in greeting from where she laid on her bed.

A few moments later, Al led me through a door and I found myself standing in his bedroom. While I had half-expected to see more Quidditch and zombie-related décor I was surprised to find little. In fact, Al only had a single poster of Puddlemere United taped to his bedroom door. And I noticed after scanning the few books on his single bookshelf that he owned The Zombie Survival Guide, but that there was nothing else to betray his liking for zombies in the room. Instead, he seemed to possess a significant amount of art. There were paintings and drawings of various sizes hung up on the walls, to my immense surprise, but I didn’t take the time to look at any of them too closely as I stepped in.

Also, something else that I couldn’t help noticing was the messy state of his room. It seemed as though every article of clothing he owned was strewn across the floor, over the back of his desk chair, and even on the top of his dresser. I wasn’t sure where to sit to be honest, and I just looked at him rather questionably.

“Really?” I snorted embarrassingly, “You wanted to come here when there’s nowhere to sit?”

“Oh shut up,” he laughed, “and just sit on the bed.”

I glanced down at the bed, noticing that it had apparently been made, although that didn’t distract much from the state of the room, “Er- no thanks.”

He pulled his chair away from the desk so it was facing the edge of the bed and sat down in it, clothes and all. “Here, I’m not even going to sit on it with you,” said Albus as he shifted slightly in his chair.

“Fine,” I muttered before sitting down, crossing one of my legs underneath me.

“How’s your break been?” he asked casually, sitting sideways in the chair now.

“It’s been okay,” I said, shrugging, “Kind of boring if anything.”

“You know,” Al started, hesitating only to pull his wand out and close his bedroom door with a flick of his wrist, “I don’t think you ever told me if you told your dad about your mum’s letter.”

“Oh, yeah,” I said quietly, “about that…”

“You didn’t do it, did you?”

I merely shook my head as he set his eyes on me, and gripped my elbow tightly with my opposite hand.

“I figured as much,” he said quietly, “You didn’t seem to like talking about it. I mean, I guess I can understand why though. If it were me I’d probably be in shock for a while.”

I averted my eyes, shrugging again. I didn’t really want to talk about this right now. So, I changed the subject with something I knew he would find interesting, “I don’t know… By the way, Amy found something.”

“Amy?” Al asked, confused, “Who’s – oh!” He sat up straighter in the chair, ”Your sister Amy! What did she find?”

Then, at that moment, there was a rapping on Al’s window before I could answer. We both jumped in surprise, and when Al turned to see a tawny owl standing just outside the windowsill he started.

“Aleigha?” he said as he got to his feet, quickly crossing over to the window, “What the hell are you doing here?”

He opened the window in one movement, and Aleigha came swooping in, landing on the bed beside me. As she extended her leg toward me, with a letter securely tied to it, I realized who it was from.

I could tell Al was watching me curiously from the window, which he had just shut once more, seeing as I had let my guard totally down. But I pretended not to notice as I untied Luke’s letter from Aleigha.

“I was about to say,” Al said slowly, “I had only just replied to him before leaving the house earlier, so it wasn’t even half an hour ago and he never replies to me that fast. What did you tell him?”

“What I just told you,” I said, hesitating to read the letter as I spoke to Al, “that Amy had found something. I didn’t tell him what it was though – seeing as she doesn’t even know what it is.”

“She doesn’t know what it is?” Al asked as Aleigha snapped her beak at my fingers.

“Merlin’s pants!” I exclaimed in surprise, realizing Aleigha was looking at me urgently, “What is with you?”

She merely hoo-ed at me impatiently, shifting her head slightly to look between me and the letter she had just brought to me. Realizing she wanted a quick reply to the letter, I opened it and found a small strip of parchment that merely said “Delta, send Aleigha back with a place for us to meet within the hour. By the way, sorry if she bites you, I told her to hurry back. –Luke.”

“Let me guess,” Al said, “He wants to talk to you as soon as possible.”

I nodded, “Do you have a quill?”

“You’re serious?” Al asked as he stopped short of his chair, “You’re really going to meet him? I thought we were hanging out right now.”

“Yes, well, Luke can join us in an hour,” I said impatiently, “After all, he’s your friend too, you know.”

Al grumbled as he stepped over to his desk to find me a quill and some ink, but I didn’t hear what he had to say as I gently stroked Aleigha’s plumage. I had to admit that Luke’s owl was quite affectionate, even if she seemed to be stressed. Then Al handed me his quill and ink, and I merely wrote back on the same piece of parchment, letting him know I was at Al’s and meeting us here would be fine.

After Aleigha had flown off once again, I turned from the window and found Al looking at me almost accusingly. Surprised, and a tad frightened, I squeaked, “What?”

“If I didn’t know any better…” Al started slowly, “I would wonder if maybe you… well, I don’t know. I’m probably just being an idiot.”

“Probably,” I agreed, though I had no idea where his thoughts were going, “But I still have no idea what you’re mumbling about.”

“It’s probably going to sound incredibly stupid,” he started again, “but you don’t happen to like him, do you?”

“Well, of course I –“ I froze when it occurred to me what Al meant and I laughed shortly. “No,” I said suddenly, “no, not like that, Al. It’s not like that at all.”

“Are you sure?” he asked playfully now, although I couldn’t help noticing he was relieved without my barrier between us. “I mean, you do talk about his muscles every now and then.”

“What?” I asked, before remembering what he was going on about, blushing somewhat as I did, “No, I do not! That was one time, and I was trying to make you jealous if you remember correctly!”

“Delta,” Al laughed, “You’re blushing, which isn’t helping you right now.”

“Well of course I am!” I said suddenly, “Probably because you’re embarrassing me!”

“All right, all right,” Al raised his hands innocently, “I’ll stop it now… Anyway, what were we talking about before Aleigha interrupted again?”

“What my sister found in the forest,” I started, thinking, “But is it okay if I wait until Luke gets here to explain? I don’t really want to repeat myself eighty times.”

Eighty times?” he repeated, sounding smart, “And which eighty people are you going to be telling about this?”

Rolling my eyes, I said, “Don’t be an arse – you knew what I meant.”

Al just smiled at me – his emerald eyes sparkling as they usually did when he was being smart – and after a pause he said, “All right, fine. We can talk about something else before he gets here…” Then his gaze shifted to the ceiling as he thought, “You haven’t seen Rose since we left King’s Cross, have you?”

I shook my head, but did not elaborate further. Instead, I said, “Is it okay if I ask you something?”

“Uhm, I don’t see why not…” Al trailed off, unsure, “What is it?”

“I was just wondering if you wouldn’t mind telling me what happened with you… and Hanna,” I finished with uncertainty in my voice, now focusing on something other than my shield as I studied Al’s face.

He wasn’t surprised by my asking, yet I could tell he wasn’t necessarily happy about it. He didn’t seem to be angry or anything. But I could sense his reluctance to discuss it. As he sat there, contemplating what to say, I couldn’t help but offer him a half-hearted half-smile. Sure, it wasn’t a very convincing smile, but I was hoping to convey that he could take as much time as he wanted before answering.

However, his gaze was on the ceiling once again, so he didn’t see it.

“She wrote me a letter,” he explained slowly, as though choosing his words carefully, “I received it a few days ago… Apparently she’s just ‘not good enough for me.’” Al rolled his eyes, “Whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean.”

“She was probably cheating on you,” I blurted, my eyes widening in shock a millisecond later as I looked to Al, who was looking at me again. “Oh shit,” I started, still staring at him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that – I promise I didn’t mean it or anything! I don’t even know where that came from! Shit!

He just laughed, to my utter disbelief, and said, “It’s okay, Delta.”

“I really don’t know why I said that,” I repeated in earnest. “I’m being serious!” I added when he just laughed at me again.

“Delta,” he said with a chuckle, “It’s fine – really. It’s not a big deal.”


“Really really,” Al repeated, looking positively cheerful. “I don’t know if she was or not, but I guess anything’s possible.”

I stared at him, confused and still quite sorry for my word vomit. “You… seem to be okay with it.”

He shrugged, and explained, “I am okay with it right now… which is why I wanted to see you today. Otherwise, I definitely wouldn’t have shown up at your door.”

I knew he wasn’t lying – there was no way I wouldn’t have noticed it despite the fact that Al was still a little difficult for me to interpret – but I still couldn’t help exclaiming, “It’s only been a few days, though! How are you okay with it already?”

Al suddenly looked a little uncomfortable, “I’m not necessarily okay with it, but right now I don’t really care. I dunno why. I just woke up this morning and decided not to think about it too much.”

“Oh,” my face fell as I realized, “sorry.”

His concern wafted over me as he said, “For what?”

“For bringing it up.”

Al rolled his eyes then, “I’m not an idiot, Delta – I knew you’d ask me about it even if Rose had told you – it’s not like I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I decided to show up at your door.”

“Yeah,” I exhaled loudly, “I guess you’ve got a point, sorry.”

“Will you stop apologizing?” Al laughed faintly, though I could tell he was beginning to get a little annoyed, “It’s a bit excessive!”

“Well, I’m sor-“

“There you go again!” he said over me, quite loudly.

Before I could respond we both heard Lily yell from her room, “OI! SHUT UP IN THERE – I CAN HEAR YOU LOUD AND CLEAR!”



WHY IS EVERYONE SHOUTING?” I heard their mum bellow from elsewhere in the house.



Al groaned before calling back, “WHAT?”


“FINE!” he shouted, and when neither his mum nor his sister had anything else to shout at him, he turned back to me and said, “Sorry bout that.”

But I just rolled my eyes before falling over face-first onto his bed. Struggling to breathe, I groaned quite loudly, able to read Al’s amusement all too clearly. He tried to poke me, but when I was unresponsive for several minutes he gave up.

“C’mon Delta, you’ve gotta get up,” Al said calmly.


“Please?” he asked as kindly as possible. “Please get up?”

“No,” I repeated firmly, my voice muffled.

“For me?”


“What about Luke’s muscles?” he teased, “Would you get up for them?”

Without getting up, I turned my head so that he could see my glare. A moment later I returned my face to the blankets. I had to admit that his bed was quite comfy and I was seriously considering taking a nap. After a few minutes of going back-and-forth with Al, who was still trying to get me to get up, I finally said, “Just wake me when Luke gets here.”

“No,” Al laughed, prodding my side again, “You can take your nap after he gets here.”

“But I’m supposed to talk to him – that’s why he’s coming over.”

“Well, you can just tell me what your sister found and then when he gets here I’ll tell him while you take your nap. Sound good?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head and rubbing my face against his blankets at the same time, “I want to tell him.”

Ughh!” Al groaned, “Why?”

“Because he’ll want to hear it from me – and you’d probably forget something anyway.”

“I would not!” said Al, offended.

Before I could reply, we both jumped at the sound of something tapping Al’s window. I heard him get halfway through saying, “What the fuck?!” before I lifted my head and saw what was outside his window this time – a rather large falcon with blue-grey plumage on its back and barred white underparts.

Al didn’t seem to understand, so as I crossed over to the window, I explained, “It’s Luke, you dumbarse.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, grabbing my wrist to stop me.

“Yes,” I said surely, “I’ve seen him like this up close before – it’s him… Besides,” I added as he let go of me and I began to unlock the window, “how often do large birds of prey land on your windowsill?”

“Not very often,” Al said sheepishly as I opened the window and the falcon, which was actually Luke, swooped in. I quickly shut the window again and locked it, and by the time I turned around he had already transformed back into himself. He stood beside Al with his fingers pressed to his eyes.

“Damn it,” he said with his eyes still closed, “I hate it when this happens.”

Al laughed, and I realized Luke’s opposite hand was gripping Al’s shoulder. “His eyes didn’t change back properly,” he explained, “They’re basically completely black – it looks pretty creepy.”

My brows went rather far up my forehead and I let out a breath of air as Luke said, “It’s not funny, Al. It actually hurts quite a bit.”

“Why did you fly here?” I asked incredulously, watching as Al sat him down in the chair he had previously been occupying.

“It’s faster than driving, more practical than flying my broom, and I prefer it over apparition,” Luke said as he finally opened his eyes, which I noticed had returned to their usual shade of blue, blinking as he did. “Blimey, Al,” he said, looking around the room, “do you not know how to do laundry?”

“Oh, shut up,” Al said, grinning at Luke, whom I had just noticed was breathing rather hard.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” I asked, “You look like you just ran twenty miles.”

Luke was annoyed, but he made an effort not to look like it, “I just flew over twenty miles, Delta – so yeah, I’m worn out.”

“I think my mum is making food,” Al said casually, beginning to cross over to the door. He stopped short of it, however, and looked to me, “Delta – would you like to come with me?”


Al looked between me and Luke before giving me a tiny smirk.

When I realized what he was implying, I gasped and said, “Al – you idiot!

“Whoa – calm down!” he said over me quickly, before I could start shouting at him, “I was only joking… I’ll be right back.” Then he practically threw the door open in his rush to leave the room. I guessed he was afraid I was going to try to hex him.

I jumped slightly as Luke asked, “What was that about?” seeing as I had quite forgotten he was in the room for a moment.

“He’s – he’s – urgh!” I managed to splutter before groaning quite loudly. “Just ask him!”

“Okay,” Luke said weakly, looking at me like he was quite afraid I had lost my marbles.

Before either of us could say anything else, Lily poked her head in the doorway. She looked mildly surprised to see Luke sitting in Al’s chair, but she just looked at me as she said, “Okay, that’s a relief.”

“What’s a relief?” I asked.

“That you weren’t sitting in here talking to yourself, silly,” Lily grinned, stepping just inside the doorway. Her face fell as she, too, noticed how exhausted Luke looked. “Are you all right, Lucas?”

Luke merely gave her a thumbs-up, and she said, “I think I have something that’ll help,” before disappearing again. She reappeared a few moments later with a small vial in her hands and handed it to Luke. “Here, take it.”

“What is it?” Luke asked skeptically as he took it from her.

“An invigorating potion,” she explained casually, “I’m pretty good at brewing them now, and like to keep plenty of them on-hand this time of year.”

“Thanks, Lily,” said Luke, offering her a smile.

“No problem,” she shrugged one shoulder much like Al does and turned on her heel, leaving us alone again as Luke took the potion in one gulp.

“I wonder what’s taking him so long,” Luke said after a moment, turning the vial in his hands as he did.

I crossed the room and sat down on the bed again, “I’ve got no bloody clue.”

“So, I’m guessing that what your sister found is important.”

I shrugged and said, “I guess so. I mean, she seemed pretty excited about it. Despite that she doesn’t know what it is.”

A frown appeared on his brow as he narrowed his eyes at me, “Come again?”

“Well,” I frowned, “it’s some kind of liquid – like a potion or something, maybe – only we don’t know what it is. But what I do know is that it’s noxious – Beverly tried to open it and ended up passing out at the table, which isn’t really that important…”

Luke’s surprise washed over me only moments before he said, “It made someone pass out?”

“Yes,” I confirmed quickly, “which you would think was odd seeing as you were struck in the back of the head… However, this liquid wasn’t found where you fell, it was found near where Lauren fell.”

Luke was silent then, and I could see that he was thinking this over rather hard. His gaze fell somewhere to my right, away from the door, and a minute later Al stepped back in. He was empty-handed, which was odd seeing as he had left to get food… or so I had thought.

“So,” he started jubilantly, “what’d I miss?”

“Delta was just telling me about the noxious substance that her sister found where Lauren was attacked on Halloween,” Luke said thoughtfully, his eyes still set on the spot somewhere off to my right.

Al turned on me then, looking a bit annoyed, “I thought you were going to tell us at the same time?”

I scrunched up my nose, raising a brow at the same time. Incredulously, I exclaimed, “You left the room you bloody idiot! Did you really think he wasn’t going to ask me as soon as possible?”

“You could have waited!”

“It doesn’t fucking matter!” Luke said loudly, looking up at Al, “We’re going to discuss this now anyways! It’s not like you won’t hear everything she has to say about it – so chill.”

Al stared back at Luke, considering him carefully. After a moment, Al seemed to relax and looked at me as he said, “Sorry… Now, can you fill me in on what I’ve missed?”

“Luke pretty much summed it up already,” I said, as I worked to put up my shield once again. “Amy found some kind of liquid near the site where Lauren was found. And the liquid is noxious – it knocked my sister, Beverly, out at the kitchen table the other day when she tried to open it.”

“Wait,” Al cut across before I could say anything else, “Your sister happens to be carrying some of this liquid around with her… and you didn’t find it prudent enough to bring it with you?”

I rolled my eyes, “No, I didn’t. You just showed up on my door unannounced, asking me to come hang out with you. I was a bit preoccupied at that moment with my thoughts of ‘what the hell is Albus doing at my door?’ So sorry if it didn’t cross my mind to take something from my sister.”

Al seemed to be cringing, “Don’t call me Albus… please. It sets my teeth on edge.”

Luke interjected then, “There’s also the fact that she would have had to steal it from her sister, Al. I doubt Amy would’ve just let her borrow it so we could take a look at it.”

Al turned on Luke then, looking at him questionably. With a sigh, Luke explained obviously, “Al, it’s considered evidence, they wouldn’t just give it away. Especially when they don’t know what it is – what if they lost it? How would they identify it then? Lastly, there’s also the possibility of it being a lot more dangerous than it has already proved itself to be… Speaking of which,” Luke turned back to me, “how long was Beverly knocked out?”

I shook my head, “Only for a few moments… she came to without any help.”

“And what else do we know about it?”

“It was found after someone in Amy’s party dropped their ring into it,” I said, thinking, “Apparently it had started smoking.”

Luke’s eyes seemed to dart back and forth as he contemplated this for a moment. Al, on the other hand, merely looked confused, and it was him that said, “But Lauren wasn’t burned, was she?”

Shaking his head, Luke answered, “No – if she had been then she would’ve said something.”

“Wait,” Al said suddenly, looking at Luke, “you mean you haven’t seen them?”

“Seen what?”

“Her scars?” Al asked, “You haven’t seen them? I mean, she lost a lot of blood, didn’t she? Surely there must be something!”

Luke frowned, “She won’t let me look at them. I didn’t see any of them until a couple of weeks ago when she lifted her sleeve without absentmindedly – I guess she had an itch or something. I didn’t see much, but it didn’t look like a burn.”

“And you can tell what burn scars look like from a glance?”

With another great sigh, Luke gave a nod and said, “For the most part, yes.”

“Really?” Al said skeptically.

Rolling his eyes, Luke said impatiently, “Yes – my dad has a few.”

“From what?”

“There’s no end to your curiosity, is there?” Luke asked rhetorically before explaining, “My dad has a few burn scars from the fire that killed my uncle. But that was a long time ago – well before any of us was born.”

“I didn’t know your dad had a brother,” Al said, his tone suddenly much more serious.

“Yeah, well, he did,” Luke said uncomfortably, “I’m kind of named after him.”

“His name was Lucas?” I asked after staying quiet for so long.

“No, his name was Aiden, but we’re getting ridiculously off topic.” Luke seemed to be annoyed suddenly, “Delta, what else do we know about that liquid?”

I took a moment to gather my thoughts, “It’s really dark – like a dark gray or something. And it looks smoky, if that makes sense.”

Al chuckled, “Lucas Aiden? That’s your name?”

“Shut up, Albus,” Luke said as he looked thoughtful once again.

“Don’t call me Albus!”

“Would you prefer Severus?” Luke retorted, looking at him angrily, “Because that’s what I’ll call you if you interrupt my thinking one more time.”

Al looked at Luke in surprise before glancing at me. With one last shake of his head, he turned on his heel and left the room again. Luke looked over his shoulder regretfully after a moment, and seemed to contemplate what to do before deciding to remain behind.

Just as I was beginning to think that Luke was going to just sit there silently, he suddenly said, “Nope, I still can’t think when he’s being so bloody dramatic,” and practically leapt to his feet. I quickly made to follow him as he entered the hall between the bedrooms. “Al?” he called, “Where are you?”

I heard an older, male voice call back, “He’s in the kitchen!” and saw Luke freeze mid-step.

“What?” I whispered when he turned to look at me, his eyes wide.

Slowly, he grinned at me, “You do know who that was, don’t you?”

“What do you mean?” I started, “Who –“ then it occurred to me who it must have been, and I guess my eyes doubled in size, judging by Luke’s laugh.

“I’m guessing you haven’t met him yet, then?” Luke asked.

I shook my head, and gulped, “No.”

“Well, Delta,” Luke grinned, “you are about to meet Al’s dad – Harry Potter.”


A/N: So I feel like a lot happens in this chapter… but it is 5440 words or so long… Anyway, it occurred to me a while back while watching Mean Girls that that’s where the term “word vomit” came from (I don’t own Mean Girls, btw) yet it seems as though people use it pretty frequently lol. Just a random thought I had… Oh, and noxious means “harmful, poisonous, or very unpleasant” so that’s a clue if you’re making any attempt to understand what’s going on. ;) (I did tell you everything is connected, didn’t I?).

Not sure when the next chapter will be, but hopefully I’ll have written it before the first week of October, which is when I’ll be given a second round of 45 papers to grade for an Intro Psychology course I’m a teaching assistant for… goodie. But seriously, I had to grade 45 papers the other weekend and it sucked. I’m also a senior at university this year. :P

Anyway, I feel like this was a very random author’s note, but whatever.
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The Empath: Definitely NOT a Date


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