The next generation of Harry Potter kids on Instagram
•lots of drama
•lots of fluff
•bit of angst
•mild language/Some drug use/Sexual references
Non-canonical
Forget the plot of Cursed Child Basically
*possible Trigger-Warning* this chapter talks about addiction and relapses and like I haven't added a warning before when I should have so here we go also a lot (more than usual) of swearing*
@LilaayP:
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@LilaayP: ~W I L D T H O U G H T S ~ Family Photo shoot
@DomDom: ooooo nice did you have fun @LilaayP: apart from that loser who didn't turn up it was pretty fun @SimplyAl: fuuuuuck was that today @KingJSP: uhhh no shit Sherlock @LilaayP: yeah Al, I'm kind of disappointed even James managed to show @SimplyAl: sorry really I am but i was busy @LilaayP: too busy for family @SimplyAl: uh yeah I was with uh with Charlie my uh boyfriend and yeah anyway I, i don't have to explain myself to you so just shut up
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Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Shit. Fuck. What the fuck. Oh Albus was in trouble deep trouble. Six feet deep trouble because he was gonna fucking jump of a fucking bridge into fucking oncoming traffic because he was fucking dead. Fuck.
Albus looked up at the blonde boy sitting directly across from him. Scorpius gave him a sheepish smile. Oh fuck, Albus was fucking done for. He swiftly excited the room.
Okay, what to do what could he do? Ring Charlie okay yeah, ring Charles. Dialling the boys phone number he waited expectantly. Someone picked up on the third ring.
"Um, hello?" It was a woman's voice.
"Oh is Charlie there? Charles Price?"
"Ooo I'll just go and get him for you love?" There was some shuffling on the other end.
"Hey so you left me last nig-" Charlie began,
"Yeah, I know I'm sorry I'll make it up to you I promise, right now right now I'm in trouble and I sort of need your help..."
"Um what kind of trouble not illegal trouble right?"
"Well it's...its" quick he needed a plan something big but not so big that it would get him into trouble with the police or something, think Al think...
Alcohol. He was a recovering addict, (at eighteen years of age), if he drank alcohol, if he had a relapse it would be bad, real bad. But he couldn't lie could he not about something like that it was way too serious and he'd already betrayed Charlie's trust, the evidence was sat on his old lumpy sofa. No he couldn't lie.
So what if he didn't, lie. Just one sip, that's all it would take. One sip wouldn't hurt. One little sip, he'd be fine. Right?
~ Don't worry you'll get the flashback of what happened that night between Al and Scorp and what they did or didn't do at chapter 100 until then be prepared for angst and guilt. ~
