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To Be Introduced, Sort Of
I always thought Albus was a bit of a whiner. Oh well. He's my best friend. I love the guy. Not that kind of love, but . . . well, you get my point, right? He's a good guy, and I, personally, think that Lei's a little bit too out of his league. All that matters at Hogwarts now is how you look and who you know. Al's never been concerned with who you know, poor guy. Still, at least he's trying, right? Shoot for the moon, and all that . . . right?
Just Give Up, I'm Serious
I always thought of Al like a brother. Well, he is my brother. But more than that. I just can't describe it. He's amazing. I love him so much. He's sweet, he's nice, and he's docile. That last thing is kind of what's got him in this trouble. Me, I've got the gullet to go after what I want. Take Chris. He wasn't so keen on me at first. I just hope Al doesn't give up. I'm serious.
Here We Are, Oh Great
I always thought of Al as kind of a family joke. Not a mean one, or anything like that! No, no. I mean he was cute. That kind of thing. Molly and I, though she's a little too young to really understand it, love Albus for his 'supposed' seriousness. He's so passionate and, well, cute. Funny cute, not Scorpius Malfoy cute, mind you. He is my cousin. But he's more like a good friend. Not sure which is better, but you get the idea.
You're Just Right, Al Potter
Lei was so wonderful. Like sunshine. Like a sweet song that whenever you hear it your heart just wants to burst and you can't help but smile widely, relishing in the fact that you're sharing in something absolutely eternal and something utterly elating. Word choice and nominally poor poetry aside. Lei was just wonderful.
Listen To Me, Won't You
I always thought of Albus in parrallel to the rose. Nothing like what Shakespeare said, but more like the lesser qualities, and even those better ones too. He's got the family and slightly good looks that keep him red and beautiful, but that stem of his is what ruins it. Those thorns have nothing to do with anger, but they will definitely hurt anyone attempting to go near his heart.
Don't Push Me, I'm Emotional
I've always thought of myself as debonair. Like - well, not exactly suave and ladykiller - but, like - you know? Kind of more like a bit of a charming kind of guy. That kind of guy that you think would get a lot of girls but really doesn't because he thinks too much about what getting a girl would be like and gets lost up in himself. Do you know what I mean? I mean, just think of my name. Albus. Cool - right?
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