Moves Like Jagger;; Nani

[albus]

Take me by the tongue and I'll know you.
Kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you.

All the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger

Albus Potter returned from working out in the gym that morning and jumped in the shower to clean up. He was pumped for his date with Nani later. The boy was taking her to The Three Broomsticks for lunch. It was a pretty simple idea, nothing extravagant, but he wasn’t sure if they reached that stage yet. After all, they were still in that ‘just friends’ stage, or, at least, that’s what he thought. He didn’t want to move too quickly with her. Nani wasn’t like other girls. She was sweet and innocent, not the kind of girl to just hookup with.
The boy walked through the hall in his house with only a towel on to his room where he threw on some clean clothes. Albus always dressed good. He wasn’t the kind of guy to dress like shit, he cared about how people saw him. He was out to impress. The boy ruffled his long-ish brown hair around, knowing that the ladies liked the shaggy look that he played so well. He did a once over in the mirror before picking up the bag of assorted Honeydukes candy he had gotten for Nani earlier that day.

Albus slid down the banister to the first floor of his house and walked into the living room. He grabbed a generous handful of Floo powder and tossed it into the fireplace. Green flames burst to life and the boy stepped into it, careful to duck down and not hit his head on the brick. He kept his elbows tucked in close as various fireplaces zoomed past him. The Network dropped him in the basement of a small shop in Hogsmeade. Albus stood up and brushed some of the soot from his clothing before ascending the stairs onto the street. Looking around and surveying his whereabouts, the boy realized he was a few blocks away from the pub and walked in that direction.

Albus walked through the doors of The Three Broomsticks, a warm gush of air greeted him kindly on the chilled afternoon. He looked around for Nani, but she hadn’t arrived yet, which was fine. He didn’t mind waiting for a bit. The boy ran his fingers though his hair and then ordered a butterbeer for himself at the counter. The place wasn’t too crowded at that time, but it was far from empty. There were many faces that he recognized from school or through his father or James, even some were Lily’s friends. The boy gathered his drink and sat in a booth toward the back of the room to wait for Nani.