Albus sighed, staring down at the white flowers bouquet in his gloved hand. The flowers were beautiful, carrying a hint of innocent Albus couldn't ignore.
Beside the door where he stood, the Alchemy lapotary he shares with Perenelle Flamel.
"Albus" Nicolas, his current partner and the most famous alchemist called from inside the lap. "We don't have enough Dragon blood supply."
Albus answers as he turns his face in the direction of the room. "There's few left. But we'll need it to repeat the healing experiment."
He looked back at the flowers in his hands. A light frown over his features.
What he ought to do with it?
"Do you think you can ask your friend Ms Doge if he can bring some from Cairo? Heard their dragon were healthier than here." Necuals asked.
"I'll write to him." Albus murmured distracted, as he stared back at the pack of flowers in his gloved hands; a much-needed item in his experiment at the moment.
The air was cold and crisp this month in Paris. A flower like that has traveled along the journey.
He put the flowers on the table next to the door, unattended and abandoned to the mercy of the weather. Unless Mrs Flamel admired them and decided to look after them.
Albus returned to the laboratory, hooking his stained apron. Pulling his cuffs above his elbows. looking down at the cauldron, unable to focus on which to put next.
"Ever since you have arrived here Albus, your admirers haven't stopped with their gifts." from behind him Necluas, leaned behind and pointed with a smirk. "My house smells of lavender and jury. You brought Spring with you."
Albus smiled a ghost of the smile he would usually give.
"My only question is who?" Necluas continued smiling warmly the same way he saw Albus's excitement to come and work with him when they met the first time before he had graduated from Hogwarts. "You don't go to balls. And certainly haven't seen any ladies. And I surely haven't heard you sneaking in the middle of the time."
Albus could tell he was trying to cheer him up. Through, this topic wasn't exactly charming to him.
"I don't have any admirers, I'm sure they are all meant for you."
Nicolas laughed at that.
The smell of the flowers and the many that had arrived before had been hanging in the room, distracting him. But shall they weather and die eventually. Albus reminded himself.
"Don't tell my sweet Perenelle, then."
Albus smiled dryly. And continued his work.
It wasn't just flowers.
There it was cartoons of Lemon Sherbets. His favorite sweets. Through he begins to hate them.
There were a lot of gifts coming. Always in his mail. Flowers, a lot of them. Sweets, chocolate frogs, colored socks, rare pieces of jewelry, letters full of love poems, and sometimes rare magical artifacts.
It wasn't hard to guess they were from the same person. Sending gifts over and over again at Neculas's house footsteps. Once an owl entered from the open window to deliver in the middle of the dinner table, a punish of sweets, in addition to one love poem. Mrs Flamel kept teasing him the enter evening, as he apologized and locked the window.
.....
"You should wear these gloves if you require extra help," Elphais suggested, the strange black gloves were enchanted; they did as they were told. They have been helping him, and Ephais had admired them the moment he saw it serving tea."They seem as if they have minds of their own."
"They are quite helpful but my hands are enough." The magical gloves came last week in a box. Albus found it in his room near the window, a beautiful frosty owl was waiting for him.
"I wonder who had been sending you these gifts, they must be quite rich and certainly a traveler." Elphais crossed the room, leaned back on the wall, and gave him a teasing smile. "And they must be a little bit in love with you at least, don't you think?"
Albus staring at Elphas's lopsided smile, raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure all they want is attention."
Elphas's leaned his face in wonder. "Isn't that a bit harsh to say?" then laughed. "I have been your best friend for years this person went above and beyond for just attention." He said, shifting in exaggeration, yet a hidden curiosity in his tone that Albus hadn't missed but chose to ignore.
Albus gives him a dry smile. "I probably, have met many types of people more so than you."
"It's strange," Elphias said. "It's only known that men liked to seduce women by lavishing their money on them. But women are rarely if ever interested in doing the same."
"Perhaps women are wiser. If.." Albus paused, feeling his friend's eyes on him. "If I were one of these men, I'd have given up already."
He looks back at Elphias and sees a bit of surprise in his face, he realizes his tone has brought him more of Ephias's suspicious looks.
"I won't keep the gifts then." Elphias said.
Albus feels string in his heart. And his eyes rose from the notebook in his hand.
"Why should I?" Elphias continued. "If I'm not interested in them why should I waste their time, their hopes regardless of their money? Even, if they choose to. I guess I'll find a way to tell him."
**
Albus returns to his room, he finds the frosty owl near the window. He was blinded by rage. How dare he?! He picks up his ink and a piece of paper.
"Neculas my friend and my host's house is terribly stuffed. If you would be so kind as to stop showering us with your generosity."
- A
.
I'm sorry about Neculas's house. However, my castle is enormous, there's plenty of space, even for your experiments. You are aware that I'm well-acquainted with experiments too.
Perhaps, you could use a hand.
- yours, GG
Seriously, Gellert, you think you can allure me while throwing your fortune on me and then invite me to your mansion.
Stop sending gifts and letters.
- A
After all this time Albus and you think all my intentions revolve around the sole purpose of sleeping with you. A lot of trouble for a single night, don't you think? Through, it would be worth it.
Do you want me to stop?
-Yours, GG.
If there's one person you should stop for their account, It's your owl. Give him a day's rest. He seems to grow annoyed with me when it's you sending him in the middle of the night with some stolen artifact.
Single night, Gellert? You'll have to beg for every second.
Yes, that's why were are having this conversation.
-A
What? Regi likes you. He insists on delivering each piece to you, personally. You are his favorite. You know, he likes red of all colors.
How cruel! Since I'm spending the night begging can we have the rest of the day?
-Yours, GG
G-
I'm Regi's favorite? I'm honored since there seem to be many to compete on the spot.
You don't have to worry about any impossible meeting between us.
- A
Liebling
Jealousy suits you well. As much as I enjoy your denied possiveness over me I see the need to assure you It's always you, only for me.
Ouch, I'm wounded. I have booked hotels and prepared my portkeys to travel to Paris. Oh, Albus you won't grant me one dinner? One cup of coffee? One glance across the street( even if it's the one you give a passing stranger and forget about them for the rest of your day.) I will settle for it. Would you deny me such a pleasure?
My unrequited advances, my unreplied letters
I want to see you.
GG
Would one cup of tea at nine satisfy your alleged desire to meet me? I have been avoiding you for years. Perhaps, I was wrong in that.
We must talk, we have a lot to talk about.
AD