☆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]

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.

[colonial]

[America blinks, confusedly.] Did it mess up?

[The way he says that, though, probably implies he is pretty used to Magic Gone Wrong.]

[redwhiteandhero]

Why didn't it work? [Alfred frowns, and then coughs.] I've been practicing-- that shouldn'ta been that weak. [He raises his wand again, trying for something simpler this time. He hadn't been able to use magic since he'd come to the tower-- maybe they'd taken it away from him??] Lumos. [To his relief, the tip of his wand lights up.]

[colonial]

[America's eyes get approximately as big as three saucers.] It's like a candle! Lumos?

[Now the lighting is a wonderful shade of pink. At least this makes the pink bed less obvious.]

[redwhiteandhero]

You're not half bad. [Of course, pink lighting isn't that easy on the eyes.] I can probably fix that.

[colonial]

How? [America climbs up onto England's bed so he can sit down.] I wanna see how!

[redwhiteandhero]

Finite incantatem. [Not only does the light stop being pink, it turns off completely.] Whoops...

[colonial]

Finite... Incan...tum? [Lights are back on! Now they're flashing like strobe lights in normal and pink shades, though.]

[redwhiteandhero]

Augh. [Alfred has to cover his eyes with his hands before he starts feeling queasy again.]

[keepscalm]

[Of course, it is only polite to inform people in a shared bedroom when you might be entering!

So he does. As he's walking through the door.]

Oi, I'm coming in--

[colonial]

England!

[...Is he going to get into trouble for the strobe lights? America will just hide the wand behind his back...

And turn the nightstand pink while he's at it.]

[redwhiteandhero]

I didn't do it!

1/5 my formal apologies to owners of all inboxes this affects

[keepscalm]

[England stops dead once he's in the room.]

Wh--

2/5

[keepscalm]

[What is wrong with the lights. Why is his bed pink. Why is everything pink.

Good lord he leaves the place alone to go re-bandage his stub and it all goes to hell.]

3/5

[keepscalm]

America--

[He finally sets eyes on the bitty colony.]