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The Scarf
A/N: A little moment between brothers. Albus is 15 and James is 18, and I like to think that the "S" stands for Scorpius, but it could be anyone.
His room, usually so immaculate, is a mess. The problem is; James can't find his favourite scarf, the Gryffindor-red one in cashmere with the silver "S" and the golden "J" interlaced. It's really the one he wanted to wear tonight.
He throws his clothes over his shoulder. He feels his brother behind him, but he doesn't turn.
"Is that what's you looking for?"
"Yes! Where…?"
"Downstairs with your coat, like usual."
James takes the scarf from Albus' fist, "Thanks bro. Love ya."
Then he ruffles his hair and kisses him on the cheek.
Albus pushes him away, "Shut it arsehole."
His room, usually so immaculate, is a mess. The problem is; James can't find his favourite scarf, the Gryffindor-red one in cashmere with the silver "S" and the golden "J" interlaced. It's really the one he wanted to wear tonight.
He throws his clothes over his shoulder. He feels his brother behind him, but he doesn't turn.
"Is that what's you looking for?"
"Yes! Where…?"
"Downstairs with your coat, like usual."
James takes the scarf from Albus' fist, "Thanks bro. Love ya."
Then he ruffles his hair and kisses him on the cheek.
Albus pushes him away, "Shut it arsehole."