Arms crossed over his chest and beer in hand, Al had been taking in the muted chaos of their apartment with a smirk matching James’s. Theme: successful. He wrapped his arm around his brother in return, patting his chest. “I think this party could do with some more livening, Jalbus.” The combinations of their names had Al cracking up too, the ridiculousness of it all making Al feel at home in a way that had always lacked in Italy. “Man, I missed you, you know? Let’s break out the fucking brownies, I could use a bit of electric lettuce in my life.”

@axpotter​

James threw his arm over his brother’s shoulder, appreciating the double-take their party guests had to take seeing the two side by side. Glitches in the Matrix as a theme had been a stroke of genius. A solid contribution much in thanks to the existence of a little something called Mary Jane. “What you say we livin’ this party up, Ames?” He asked, smirking at one of the mashup as their names. James rose his eyebrows in the direction of some of the guests, but focused his attention primarily on his brother, tonight the two even more spitting images of each other. “Thinking it might be time ‘ta break out the brownie roulette.”

puceysavery‌:

         the weekend was supposed to be relaxing - that was what everyone said, wasn’t it? well, avery had never been very good at chilling out, or whatever it was people did with their spare time. going into work on the weekend probably made her the definition of a workaholic.. she’d heard that particular word enough times, from friends who thought she needed to have more fun, that avery was willing to accept it might be true. she’d shoved her notes and some snacks into her bag and headed out, knowing that with the labs empty she could get some extra research done. as she reached the ground floor, avery was ready to leave the building - right up until she saw him. for half a moment she only blinked at him in surprise. ‘ albus? ‘ she asked, confusion and disbelief on her face. the last time she’d seen him - well, it’d been years. and then the elevator door started to close again on her, and she had to hurry to slip out through it.  ’ what are you…doing here? ‘ ‘ 

She looked just like he remembered her from that last night at Hogwarts, before he’d gone to Italy and fallen off the map, not speaking to most of his friends in years. He’d thought about them—though about her— a few times, had considered owling or anything, but England was so far away from Italy and he wasn’t certain his poor owl would be able to find her. It had been a weak excuse, but he wasn’t sure she would have owled him back, and deep down he hadn’t wanted to find out that the answer was no. His voice hitched as he tried to speak, throat suddenly too dry to get words out. “I—uh—I live here. With James, and uh—” He trailed off, not wanting to ask her the same question. The answer was almost surely yes; either that or she was visiting someone here, a friend, a boyfriend. He had been silent for a moment too long when he managed to talk again, sounding much smoother this time. “I didn’t know you lived here too?”

rcsieweasley‌:

After a long morning shift, Rose had decided to cross over to the muggle side of town and grab more Nando’s than she could ever eat on her own before heading back to her apartment. As if he could smell his own person siren song just as Rose was passing her cousin’s landing Tom came skittering up to her. “Well hello Tom, how did you know I’d got extra Nando’s just for you?” She laughs pausing long enough to pick Tom up and place him on her shoulder for the rest of the journey up the stairs.

Rose was holding a piece of chicken in one hand to her own mouth and the other near Tom’s as her cousin came barging into her apartment. She smiles at him guiltily before shoving the rest of her chicken in her mouth. “Sorry Al… it’s like Tom has a sixth sense to when Nando’s is in the hall… want some?”

Al’s eyes narrowed as he took in the sight before him, Tom slowly moving toward the chicken, maintaining eye contact with Al the whole time as he bit down on the chicken. Heaving a sigh, Al walked over to Rose’s couch and flopped down. “You fat bastard. You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days, you know? Or yourself if you don’t stop eating Nando’s.”

He eyed the bag for a moment, then gave a nod. “If you’ve got extras, then yeah. You got any hot sauce?” Once Al’s attention had shifted to the food, Tom happily munched away at the food. “You know, I think he likes you better than he likes me. But whatever— how was your morning? Did you work?”

Kicking back on the lobby couch, Al settled in with a coffee and a newspaper. Reading the Prophet every morning was a habit he’d taken up in Italy, intending to keep up with the news back home, but even once he’d moved back to London he hadn’t been able to give up the peace and quiet of reading alone with the rich taste of espresso on his tongue. He was barely one page in when he heard footsteps approaching the little nook and looked up over his newspaper to see a familiar face approaching. “Ollivander, hey. Nice morning out there?”

@gabriel-ollivander​

Forty-seven. Forty-eight. Forty-nine. With a cough, Al let out the breath he’d been holding, a cloud of smoke billowing all around him and then upward, momentarily obscuring his view of James. Letting out another cough, he struggled to sit up from his current position flat on his back with his head hanging off the couch, watching his older brother upside down. “Okay fine, you win, you’re superior. I bow down.”

@siriuslyjxmes​

Permanent Record. In all his time living off and on in Phoenix Circus, Al had never before stepped foot into the tattoo shop. He’d never though himself to be one for tattoos until on drunken night in Italy after which he’d woken up with a permanent reminder of his own bad decisions etched in black ink on his right ass cheek. Glancing around, Al took in the decor with a grin, examining the drawings of tattoos until he heard footsteps from the back room. Looking up, he grinned at the man approaching him. “Hey, I’m Al. Do you guys do tattoo removals?”

@samishafiq​

"Rose?” Al knocked quickly on his cousin’s door twice before busting out his key and barging in, unsure if his cousin was even home. He’d arrived home from work that day to find that his ferret, Tom, had once again chewed through a hole in the baseboard of his and James’s apartment that Al had meticulously patched up and escaped into the apartment complex once again. “Rose! Tom’s escaped again, can you help me look for h-” His pace halted when he saw the familiar ferret perched on the back of Rose’s couch just a second after he spied his cousin herself. “And he’s here, fantastic.”

@rcsieweasley​

The cool air of the apartment lobby was a welcome relief to Al. The reasons why he’d thought going for a run on a hot, sunny day was a good idea had been lost somewhere during the last hour of suffering. He needed a shower, a fan, a large glass of water, and maybe a short coma to recover. By the time he reached the elevator, he had recovered somewhat, his breathing slowed and heart rate lowered although he was certain he was still red and sweaty. Just as he reached out to press the elevator button, the door slid open and Al felt his heart rate jump as he took in the girl standing in front of him. “Wha- Avery, hi.”

@puceysavery​

He’s beauty, he’s grace… he just fell on his face - Salvation s01e02

character intro;

look who just moved into APARTMENT 3C! is that CHARLIE ROWE? no, that’s definitely ALBUS SEVERUS (AND TOM) POTTER! rumour has it the TWENTY year old is a HALFBLOOD and used to be a GRYFFINDOR student but now HE spends their time as a CURSE-BREAKER. i’m sure they’ll be a great addition to the apartments since they’re HUMOUROUS and CHARMING, despite being SARCASTIC and ARROGANT. take some time to settle in. just remember rent is due on the first! — ( cece, EST, twenty-six, she/her, none )

a broomstick gathering dust in the corner, a trunk with a false bottom, a long dead woman’s eyes come back to life, a handful of sparklers all lit at once, a bonfire raging on a rocky beach, a stack of well read books holding up a sagging mattress, gold coins rattling in a pocket, boots beating off cobblestone streets, messy writing scrawled over pages, cobwebs in a doorway that hasn’t seen sunlight in a century, overgrown foilage, worn down hardwood floor, a wood-stove burning in the corner, antique lightbulbs with long twisted filaments

HEADCANON 1: Despite his love of quidditch in school and his role on the Gryffindor quidditch team as a beater alongside his brother, professional sports had never been in Al’s sight. From a young age, Al had been captivated by his Uncle Bill’s stories of his time as a curse-breaker, travelling to faraway lands and returning with ancient treasure. The older he got, the more reality set in, but even the honest truth of the job couldn’t take the shine off of his dream. Upon graduating from Hogwarts, Al took a position with Gringotts in Italy, travelling the country exploring magical historical sites. He popped back to London as often as possible, eventually taking up residence in Phoenix Circle with James, even though he wasn’t physically there most of the time. His promotion to working full time at Gringott’s HQ wasn’t unexpected, but Al wasn’t sure what to expect of his full time relocation to London. After a month in Phoenix Circus, Al had a feeling he would be there for the long haul.

HEADCANON 2: Al has always been hard to pin down exactly, full of contradictions as long as anyone could remember. A chronic class skipper for every subject but one, Al still managed to excel in many subjects and faithfully attended every single one of Professor Binns’ lectures, achieving NEWTs in History of Magic, Transfiguration, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions. His position as a prefect never stopped him from carrying on his uncles’ legacy as resident Gryffindor prankster, pranks masterfully executed with no provable trace of the prankster. His pranks continued, ever subtler, as he left Hogwarts and to this day, Al is still proud of the occasional subtle pranks he’s managed to pull off around the apartment complex, from covering doors in post it notes and filling rooms with balloons to enchanting doorknobs with magical ink to dye the hands of anyone who touched it.

HEADCANON 3: In his free time, Al likes to cook. It was a habit he picked up in Italy, learning to make pasta from scratch from his neighbours and generally developing his cooking skills. Although fresh pasta is his usual go-to dish, he likes to switch it up, trying strange and wonderful new recipes. A muggle ice cream machine that Al is determined to charm into something truly wonderful is his newest kitchen addition, feeding into a decade old obsession with ice cream.

BONUS TOM HEADCANON: Albus owns a pet ferret. Back when he first started school, it was debatable whether or not he was going to be allowed to bring Tom to Hogwarts but no one said anything so Al just hopped on the train with Tom and was like too late to get rid of us now suckers. So Tom got to come to Hogwarts and they all lived happily ever after. They were a package deal; there was no other option. A few quick notes about Tom. First, Tom is an asshole. He and Al have this thing going on where the pet vaguely resembles the owner, if you squint hard. But you can definitely see it in the personalities. Tom is a kind of dick, he likes to cause trouble, and he used to occasionally bite people. Al, in his school days, was also a dick, who liked to cause trouble. Unlike Tom, he doesn’t bite people, though there was this one time goofing off with his James that ended in Al biting him. They don’t talk about that time. Ever. Al has a  penchant for awful names, including a potted fern named Thirsty Thurston III, Fern Extraordinaire (after the first two Thirstys were ironically drowned), it often comes as a surprise when people hear the ferret’s name and it’s something as simple as Tom. Joke’s on them, because Tom is in fact the simple nickname, much like Al is the simple nickname for Albus Severus. In actual fact, Albus’s ferret’s name is Sir Grand Supreme Mugwump Sorcerer Thomas de Mimsy Porkrinds Potter. Affectionately known as Tom. When later questioned by his mother on what had possessed him to give the poor tiny creature such an awful name, Al refused to reply, only muttering “still better than my name”. Currently, Tom wanders free range through the apartment building, no matter how many escape routes out of Apartment 3C that Al has barricaded. Since he always comes back, Al mostly just lets it be. Using his debonair looks, Tom cons many meals per day out of PCA’s unsuspecting inhabitants, unbeknownst to his owner, and is surely on track to becoming a chonker ferret.

inspiration posts: x but also straight up just that one tiktok i sent you