❝ — (disgusted noise)

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lily:

Sneaking down to the kitchens was probably something the professors would frown upon, but Lily found it a hard habit to break. The elves at Hogwarts had always rewarded such excursions with chocolates of some kind and more food than she could possibly eat in one sitting. They made for great bargaining material too should she need it with one of the older students as well. Mostly, she just liked the quite clamor of the work going on in the kitchen. It reminded her of her grandmother’s kitchen.

“Oi, I wouldn’t look out there if I were you.” Lily replied as she came across a familiar form staring out the window. She didn’t have to be close to notice it was Albus; his stance alone at the window was all she needed. “’Fraid the weather is quite dismal still. Makes for awful quidditch weather.” She told him even though he was quite capable of coming to that conclusion herself. Truth was she wasn’t sure what else they should be talking about so why not the weather? “Chocolate?” She asked offering up her pile. “Not as good as at Hogwarts but not bad either. So where have you been hiding? Haven’t seen much of you lately.”

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Albus Severus Potter enjoyed being alone, in fact he enjoyed being alone so much that he often went out of his way to find solitude. At Hogwarts it had been easy, he could just pull out the maurader’s map and find a quiet location within minutes. Silvestris was more of a challenge, without the map- he had to do a lot more searching. But he didn’t mind having to put in the extra time, the silence was definitely worth it.

On that particular day, however, he had given up on his search- settling for one of the popular window seats. The normally spectacular view had been replaced by the dismal overcast of the outside, leaving many of the seats open. He didn’t care about the weather though, in fact he kind of liked it. 

When he first heard the voice, Albus made the conscious decision to ignore whoever it was as he turned the page in his book. He wasn’t in the mood to talk, not that he ever felt like talking. And surely whoever it was would realize that sooner or later. Or so he thought.  When it became clear that they weren’t going to leave him alone, Albus closed his book- allowing a small sigh to escape from his lips as he lifted his head to stare at his sister. “Sure,” he responded with a nod as he reached out to take the chocolate, a small smile appearing on his face. 

“Now why would I want to reveal my hiding places? They’re called hiding places for a reason,” he said with a laugh as he looked up at his sister, “I’ve been busy with my school work,” he offered as a further explanation as to his whereabouts the past couple of weeks. 

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scorpius:

Scorpius hugged Albus back, trying not to let his surprise show too heavily on his face. This was a far cry from the way things had been before break but Scorpius didn’t know what had happened then and he didn’t know what had changed now to warm Albus back up to him so much.

“I’m good,” he said hesitantly. “I missed you too.” He raised an eyebrow when Albus took another long drink from the bottle he was holding. He could vaguely detect the scent of firewhiskey on his scent and he had to stop himself from visibly cringing.

He guided Albus over to one of the logs that was lying next to the crackling bonfire, and pulled him down so they were both sitting. “There, that’s better,” he murmured, glancing at him carefully. He had certainly seen Albus drink before but he couldn’t figure out why it was the first thing he’d done when he’d gotten back to school and why….why everything felt weird with them.

“H-how was your break? And is there are particular reason why you’re trying t drown yourself in that bottle?” He asked, keeping his arm on Albus’s shoulder to make sure he didn’t topple off the log.

The brunette could tell his friend was surprised, he tried to hide it- but Albus didn’t have to see his face to know. He knew the other well enough to know Scorpius would be shocked, probably even worried- and he should have been. He wasn’t himself, he hadn’t been himself for a while now- and this only proved it. He’d never been much of a drinker, he’d never had any desire, and even when he did drink, he always made a point to stay away from fire whiskey. 

And yet there he was, a half empty bottle clutched tightly in his hand, his arm draped around his friend as he struggled to stay upright. “My break was fine,” he muttered as he shifted his gaze towards the ground in front of them. It was an obvious lie, but he hoped his friend would know better than to pry. It hadn’t been terrible, but it was far from good- he’d spent most of it in his room, only leaving to use the restroom and to eat. 

When he heard Scorpius’ question, Albus couldn’t help but let out a stark laugh as he glanced at his friend. It was nice to know that he cared- even if it wasn’t what he wanted the other to care about, he’d take it. “I wanted to have some fun,” he responded with a small shrug as he took another sip of the bottle, attempting to keep a straight face as he downed the liquor. “Is that a bad thing?” he added, arching an eyebrow as he stared at the other. At this point it was clear that Albus was trying to get a rise out of his friend, maybe even start a fight if he was lucky. 

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james:

“Alby!” James laughed at the sight of his younger brother. They had a rocky relationship. Despite their physical similarities, they were different like day and night. James didn’t necessarily hate his brother, they just always seemed to misunderstand eachother. But today he was in a charitable mood. “That’s because you’re about the only person who didn’t tell me I was going to fail before I took the damn exam.” he shot back, ruffling the younger boy’s hair. “You just don’t care. Isn’t that amazing.” he continued his teasing in dramatic fashion. “One grade above failing is still succeeding my young padawan. Mom and dad can finally stop whining about how I’m wasting time here.” he told his younger brother. 

The younger male’s eyes narrowed as he heard his brother’s nickname for him, Albus was bad enough, Alby was somehow worse. And James knew it- why else would he have used it? However he chose to refrain from commenting on it, knowing it would only encourage his brother. If he had been in a better mood he would have humored his brother for a while, going along with the act. But he just didn’t have the energy for dealing with the other today, and it was pretty obvious. “You’re right. I don’t care,” he spoke slowly, making a point to emphasis the last part of his statement. He could have made a comment about James’ grades, but it would’ve come off as hypocritical- when it came to school, he wasn’t much better. 

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james:

“Told you I could do it!” the eldest Potter sibling yelled, moving swiftly through the school halls, waving his latest potions exam around with a cocky grin on his face. For weeks, maybe months now, everyone had been telling him he’d been slacking off too much, that he should take school more seriously. Perhaps there was some truth in that, but he’d much rather spend his time flying above a Quidditch field or drinking butterbeer with friends than with his nose in his books. Potions was by far his worst elective, James had just taken it because it was the only Corporis class he’d kind if felt could be useful. So the fact that he’d passed.. well at least his parents could stop whining about it now. “Here, see: You all underestimated me!” he continued bragging to no one in particular, waving his exam results in the faces of random passing students.

Albus Potter winced, the sound of his older brother’s loud cries filling his ears. He had never been a fan of loud noises, especially when the aforementioned loud noise was his brother. By this point in time it was common knowledge that the two Potter boys didn’t get along, often clashing and butting heads over the most trivial matters. For Albus it was a stubborn refusal to try getting along with his brother mixed with a slight jealousy. Still it was nice to hear that his older brother wasn’t failing all of his classes, like he had assumed he would be. “Actually James, you didn’t tell me anything,” he responded cooly, seeing the opportunity to get a dig in and eagerly taking it. For once again it was true that they lacked any sort of communication skills, not that it upset the younger male. “But congratulations on earning one grade above failing,” he added, a small smile appearing across his face as he let out a small laugh. 

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scorpius:

Scorpius had quickly grown tired of socializing at the feast, his anxiety starting to get the better of him. He wanted to see Albus but he hadn’t managed to find him since he got back. He hadn’t spotted him at the feast and he’d swung by his pod as soon as he got back to school and hadn’t found him there either. He hoped he would find him at the bonfire.

Things had been a little weird between them since Scorpius had woken up from his quidditch accident, but break had happened so soon after that he hadn’t been able to figure out why before they’d been apart for two weeks. But now he just needed his best friend and he really hoped things would be back to normal.

Once he got to the bonfire, he looked around for Albus’s familiar head of messy dark hair. He furrowed his brow when he spotted him, lurching around with a bottle clutched in one of his hands. He crossed over to him, and then shot him a nervous smile when their eyes met. “Al! I’ve been looking for you all afternoon.”

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After the events following Scorpius’ quidditch accident, Albus had turned towards avoiding his friend, taking ridiculous measures to make sure they wouldn’t run into each other in the halls. It had been difficult- but break couldn’t have fallen at a more convenient time. It had allowed him to put the kiss behind him, to focus on other important issues, literally just anything but Scorpius.

But from the moment he stepped foot on the island, the brunette found himself starting to panic. He had spent the past couple of weeks trying to deny what had happened and for the most part it had worked, but now- every where he went, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It had been impulsive, wrong, but at the same time it had been completely right. He had never felt more sure of anything in his life, and that was what scared him.

Albus had made the decision to skip the welcome back feast, heading straight to the bonfire, where he quickly found a bottle of fire whiskey. As the evening wore on, he found himself increasing a copious amount of alcohol, allowing himself to loosen up. 

So when he came face to face with the familiar head of blond hair, he let out a laugh as staggered towards him. “Scorpius!” he slurred, before wrapping his arms around his friend. “How’ve you been?” he asked, pausing to take another sip from his bottle, “I’ve missed you!”

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victoire:

   It had been too long left to her own devices for Victoire; time off from school always meant her mind wandering and, often enough, her getting herself into trouble for various reasons. Even though it had only been six months, she already felt she was making great strides at Silvestris in learning to both harness and control her ability as a seer.

The return to school, however, was somewhat bittersweet, as beyond her siblings she hadn’t made too much progress in getting to know people or making friends. She had some acquaintances, but she wasn’t sure they were the type to have missed her over the Holiday or even worry about what she’d been up to.

This left the pale-haired ⅛ Veela shuffling oddly in her position, waiting to find someone to sit with at the feast; she didn’t want to crowd her siblings, but it might become her only option if nothing else came up.

Softly, more or herself than anything, she mumbled, “Nothing like being an elder weirdo…”

Albus had spent most of the break dreading the day he had to return to Silvestris, while he had no problem with being away from home, the brunette wasn’t a fan of the school. It was no secret that he had a rough year, what with the incident, and everything with Scorpius. It would have been easier to just stay home and avoid it.

But of course that hadn’t been an option, so he’d come back- and already he hated it. He hadn’t been there long, a couple of hours at the most but that was already enough. He was already planning to sneak back to his dormitory after the feast, skipping the activities- socialization had never been his thing.

Spotting an open seat at the end of the table, Albus made a beeline for it- stopping only when he caught a familiar head of blonde hair out of the corner of his eye. Letting out a small sigh, he turned towards his cousin- a small smile appearing across his face. “Would you like to join me?” he asked, the words almost forced. He didn’t hate Victoire, in fact some part of him adored his cousin- merely, he just wasn’t up to being social. 

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