☆TWO

[redwhiteandhero]

Characters: Alfred F. Jones and YOU
Setting: Gymnasium
Format: I'll follow you
Summary: Just trying to keep warm.
Warnings: None right now.


[Alfred had gotten in the habit of a morning jog since school had ended, and he figured he might as well keep it up in the Tower as well. You never knew in a place like this when you needed to be in good shape. Plus, it was a good way to keep warm when there was no heat in the building.

Today especially he was feeling quite warm before he even finished a lap around the track. Too warm. He tried to keep going, but his legs were starting to feel like lead weights, and his head ached. Three-quarters of the way around the oval, Alfred gave up, wobbling over to lean on a piece of exercise equipment to catch his breath. Phew. This was obviously consequence of trying to exist on nutribars alone.]

Comments

[redwhiteandhero]

[Bugs on their own aren't so bad, but that many of them...?

The movement of the elevator isn't helping his nausea any.]

[colonial]

[America busies himself pushing all of the hitchhiking bugs into a corner. At least they don't have that far to go, relatively. And once it stops they'll be on the right floor!]

Maybe there'll be something to eat in his trunk, too.

[redwhiteandhero]

Man, I hope so. [Alfred is huddled against the wal holding his hand over his mouth at this point, but that still doesn't seem to turn him off the idea of food. Real food.]

[colonial]

[And they're at the dorms! America steps out of the elevator.]

Are you sure you're okay?

[redwhiteandhero]

Yeah, totally. Gimme a second.

[colonial]

Okay. [America will block the door of the elevator while they wait!] They'll probably have real food next month. We only get bars sometimes.

[redwhiteandhero]

[Alfred pushes himself up off the floor, wobbling a little, and joins America on the landing.] Y'mean we still have to put up with a whole nother month of this?

[colonial]

Yeah. Usually no one gets sick 'cause of it though. [Once America is fairly sure Alfred isn't going to fall over or anything, he'll lead the way to England's room.]

[redwhiteandhero]

'M not sick. [Sure you aren't. Al you are arguing with a toddler.]

[colonial]

But you keep wobbling. [America walks into England's room.] His trunk's over here!

[redwhiteandhero]

I shouldn'ta been running on an empty stomach is all. I'll feel better when I eat something. [Not like he even got very far, but that's not the point. Alfred follows America over and lifts up the lid of the trunk.]

[colonial]

Okay... [America sounds vaguely skeptical, but he leans up half into the trunk so he can get a look at what's inside. He grabs a collection of Shakespeare and sets it aside.] You can smash monsters with this but it's probably not good for hunting.

[redwhiteandhero]

You'd just squash 'em, like a bug.

[colonial]

Ewww. [America grins a bit, though. Next, a magic wand! Of course it is ridiculous and has a star on it.]

Aw, I don't know how to use this.

[redwhiteandhero]

What's that thing?

[colonial]

A wand! My brother uses it for magic an' stuff!

[redwhiteandhero]

[Say what now?]

Your brother's a wizard?

[colonial]

He likes sorcerer better I think. But it's the same thing right? [America waves the wand around a bit, playing with it. Considering the wand does have actual magic inside it this may not be the best idea.

But nothing's happened yet, at least.]

[redwhiteandhero]

I guess, pretty much the same thing. So're you a wizard too, or did you guys come from a muggle family?

[colonial]

I dunno. [He has always kind of hoped he'd be able to use magic at some point; England could, and it would probably make England happy! He waves the wand around with a but more intensity.] Lots've people around where I live think magic is scary so I'm not allowed to talk about it.

[redwhiteandhero]

Yeah, me too. [Alfred pulls his own wand out of the pocket of his robe. It doesn't have a star on top, but it does have a lovely striated grain pattern?]

That's why I didn't say anything before.

[colonial]

[America looks over at the wand, obviously comparing Alfred's and England's with his usual eager curiosity. And then he starts talking a mile a minute.]

What kind of magic do you do? I don't get to see other people use magic really and my brother has to hide it a lot and sometimes he gets busy anyway and even when he does sometimes I have to go play outside or in a different room even though I know what he does, he just waves it and says stuff like--umm--I dunno, they're hard to say! Abracadabra?

[And now England's bed is pink. Oops.]

[redwhiteandhero]

Well look at that! You are a wizard. [He tousles America's hair, because awwww. And on the scale of accidental magic he could have done, turning a bed pink is pretty harmless.]

I do all sorts of magic, I guess. I'm pretty good at transfiguration and charms.

[colonial]

[America is so excited at this proclamation that is it going to be really unfortunate when England has to explain this is not the case. But that's for later, right now America is only getting more worked up, as children are wont to do.]

Can you do something? I wanna see!

[redwhiteandhero]

You wanna see something really cool? [Alfred steadies his wand and closes his eyes, calling up a happy memory. No stress, right? Shouldn't be too hard to do here.]

Expecto patronum!

[A whitish substance floats listlessly out of the end of his wand. Gross.] Ah, fuck.