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Albus S. Potter - Harry Potter - Barways
Mar. 21st, 2009 11:47 pmWhen next the door opens, a young boy of about sixteen happens to stumble through.
Upon first glance, one might think they recognize him - he's got the Potter signature looks after all (particularly the dark unkempt hair). He even has his grandmother's green eyes.
But on closer inspection, there are differences.
For one, he looks a little more uncertain than any Potter ought to. And he is lingering shyly by the door, as though he isn't sure whether he should be imposing on this space, or whether he should just slip back into his own world as though he'd never set foot into it at all.
He swallows, nevertheless watching in fascinated silence.
Upon first glance, one might think they recognize him - he's got the Potter signature looks after all (particularly the dark unkempt hair). He even has his grandmother's green eyes.
But on closer inspection, there are differences.
For one, he looks a little more uncertain than any Potter ought to. And he is lingering shyly by the door, as though he isn't sure whether he should be imposing on this space, or whether he should just slip back into his own world as though he'd never set foot into it at all.
He swallows, nevertheless watching in fascinated silence.
