<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/hPaSizJ.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Name:</strong>Albus Severus Potter<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entering the Castle<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Any.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Albus Severus Potter calmly walked towards his beloved campus with a hint of a smile of his face. The Ministry had been kind enough to arrange teleportation directly from his internship at the Department of International Magical Cooperation (the least they could do after he had completely overhauled their dated and horribly inefficient filing system). His father had probably told them how much he hates doing those things himself, how terrible he is at transportation. Being the son of Harry Potter had many perks, the simplest being that Ministry officials bent over backwards for him (The greatest of which was having such a kind and thoughtful father) so he took advantage of it when he could. He had asked for his luggage to be sent directly to his room, and for himself to be dropped off a little ways away from the castle, he loved the walk up to it, the scenery, the look of the Castle from a distance, the same feeling of awe every time he approached it.<br/><br/>It was good to be back. The air here was clearer, the Castle was beautifully familiar. What made him nervous was encountering unfamiliar faces again, once again Albus had to be disgusted with how painfully shy he was. He pulled a little flask from his pocket and took a quick sip of a special potion he had prepared ahead of time to calm his nerves (if he was being completely honest, it was mostly rum with a few herbs thrown in).  He slipped the flask back into his suit vest, which he then proceeded to uncomfortably adjust, he was always a stickler when it came to his suits. He adjusted his green tie as well, it was his favorite one, a gift from his mother to show him that she was not disappointed with him being in Slytherin (She was horribly disappointed off course, but Albus had always been touched by the gesture).<br/><br/>Other than his typical nervousness, he was happy to back. At least here, for the most part, people looked at him as a person rather than an extension of his great family legacy. As much as he loved his father, the man had a problem with sentimentality and not thinking ahead. He had named his son after two of the most infamous wizards in history; it would be odd if people didn’t have high expectations of him.  It was a little better here. And it would be nice to see his siblings again (if and when they deigned to show up). And there were thousands of potion combinations rattling around in his head, he was so eager to try them all.<br/><br/>Yes he was happy, it was a return to home sweet home.<br/><br/>As he approached, the guard  at the gate (whose name seemed to be the one thing Albus could never remember) gave him a polite nod “Welcome back Mr. Potter”<br/><br/>The normally reserved Albus could not help but to grin “Yes, welcome back Mr. Potter indeed.” With that he began to walk towards his room at the student dormitories.<br/>