Dictating Death

Chapter seven

'Dear Gellert,

I'm unsure how much exploring when you first arrived here. Though there are places I would love to show you. They're calm and the-'

"Albus!" he heard before the door opened. He stood up and looked at his brother. "Albus you were supposed to have breakfast ready thirty minutes ago," Aberforth said before walking over to see what he was doing.

Albus moved it off to the side and stepped forward slightly. "You couldn't have cooked it yourself?" he asked. There was that option, though he knew that Aberforth wouldn't want that, magic. He only seemed to use it when it was necessary since it could have a bad reaction with Ariana.

"No I was watching the goats, just go and do it now,"

"Well you're here now, I can't see why can't do it," he said before starting to place some of the stuff back, looking at the paper he was writing on before crumbling it, tossing it in the trash before getting his wand. "You won't have to worry about me though,"

"Why-" he was about to ask but quickly thought of a reason why. "Don't tell me you're seeing him again. Is this how it'll be from now on? You leaving while I do all the work?"

"You don't even want me around. I hardly see the problem. And I'm not your personal servant either," he said before walking away, going out of his room and downstairs.

Aberforth glared at him before quickly following after him. "Albus," he said firmly, though that didn't stop him. He watched as he went to the door, and went out. He was going to yell, but before he could he looked at his sister who walked over to him. He sighed and kept himself together before going to the door and closing it.

Albus looked back for a moment as the door closed before walking over to Gellert's house. It was a bit unplanned, though anywhere was better than there, with his brother. Once he made it to the house he knocked and waited.

Gellert went over when he opened the door and looked at him. "Hello, Albus,"

"Hi, is this bad timing? I know I didn't really write but-"

"No, if it's you it's never bad timing," he said before letting him in. He kept his eyes on him, watching him greet his aunt before he followed Gellert upstairs.

"So I was writing you a letter, which was going to ask how much you have explored. There are some places that I like, I'd love to show them to you," he said before sitting down on the bed.

"I've done a fair amount, I needed to since I have a feeling I could find some good things here. I plan on doing more. Though I am interested in the spots you know," he said. "Do you want to go now or shall we stay here for a while?"

"Go now, if that's alright. Just being crammed in a room, I don't like it. At least not right now.  My brother just expects me to be home all the time and help. I understand it, I do but feel as if he uses me just to do everything and- sorry. I know it might sound silly,"

"Not at all, finish what you were saying," Gellert answered.

"Well, it's just a lot. And I know that I need to help out but I'm not anyone's servant,"

Gellert nodded. Even though he couldn't relate to something like that, he would still listen to Albus' rants about that stuff, it definitely didn't sound like a fun time. "I see what you're saying. That's not good, your brother holding you back. You're not a servant, not here while you're with me,"