albus severus

I was named after the bravest men he knew.

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“So..have you seen Robin recently?”

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“I uh... no. I haven’t seen anyone recently. I cut most of my ties once I moved away.”

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“It’s fine” he smiles. “He’s innocent, ignorance is a bliss”

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SJ looked at Scorpius weirdly before beginning to separate the food on his plate. Albus sighed and sat beside him, taking a long sip of the water and shaking his head.

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Scorpius started setting up the napkins when he heard SJ. “…Because I was…invited for dinner”

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“Oh...” Albus shoots SJ a glare. “Don’t ask questions like that. It’s rude,” he reminds the boy, before looking across at Scorpius. “I’m sorry.”

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“Oh please you know I think that point system is ridiculous and it only emphasizes the segregation of our society”

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He rolls his eyes. “Just do it,” he turns away to get three glasses of water. SJ walks back into the room and sits down in his chair. “Why are you still here?”

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“Albus…I want to help” Scorpius says intently and his eyes don’t wander off of Albus.

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“You’ve helped enough,” Albus responds, before handing him a pile of napkins. “Here. Fold these and put them at each place. Extra points for Syltherin if they look like animals,” he jokes.

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He finds it cute and sweet to see Albus stuttering. It reminded him of the innocence of their early days in Hogwarts. “Of course” he nods. “SJ” he says as he walks over to the child. “Dinner is ready” he tells him before going back to help set up the table.

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SJ sighs and goes into the bathroom to wash his hands. Albus comes over to the table and puts down three plates of pasta and bread. “Oh— You don’t have to help. It’s fine. I’ll do it.”

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“I think he’d be lucky to grow up just like you, Albus. You’re filled with flaws of course, but that makes you perfection” Scorpius says. He didn’t mean for it to come across as romantic, but his feelings just take over sometimes.

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Albus swallows hard and casts Scorpius a look. “I-I’m... not...—” before he can continue stuttering like the awful mess he is, the alarm on the stove goes off and he rushes to go strain the pasta. He grabs his oven mitts and pours the pot into the stove. The steam from the boiling water rises up and traps him in a cloud— and for a second he allows an embarrassed smile to escape onto his lips. But soon the air clears and he has to act as though Scorpius’ words didn’t affect him in the slightest. “Can you go tell SJ dinner’s ready?”

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He nods and decides not to question him any further. He guesses that life it will always be a mystery. “You know…I think the reason he is such a blissful, delightful child is because he is a lot like you”

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Albus chuckles softly and sets the timer for the pasta, looking at Scorpius over his shoulder. “I wish he wasn’t, as I said before.” He and SJ both had their issues, and Albus wished he ended up more like his mother.

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 Not for much longer Scorpius thought. Scorpius shakes those thoughts out of his mind and looks to Albus. “So…um you didn’t tell me. What does his name stand for?”

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“I told you, it stands for nothing,” he repeats, turning back towards the stove and stirring the pasta in the pot. He would avoid the answer as best as he could— explaining to Scorpius why he chose to name his child after him would just lead to confusion.

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Scorpius glances at the TV, then at Albus. He turns to SJ “Excuse me” he says to SJ before getting up to talk to Albus. “Delightful child” Scorpius says. He doesn’t really know how bring up SJ’s real name. 

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Albus turns back around to Scorpius and nods. “Oh. Yeah, well, he’s really all I have. I’m afraid he’s a bit too much like me. Which is only really an issue considering he doesn’t have any cousins or older brothers nearby to whip him into a normal human being,” he pauses, “Although, I don’t think I ever ended up normal either. Basically, we’re both going to end up sex deprived and lonely at the end.”

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“…Uh…you can just call me Malfoy”

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“Okay,” he brings his knees up to his chest and sighs, looking back at the television show. He isn’t sure why this man has to be sitting beside him but he doesn’t like it. The only reason why he even spoke to him was because his father claims he knows him— and his dad doesn’t have many friends other than this one. None, in fact. None that come over at least.

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JUST FOR THE RECORD, JSP IS CURRENTLY TURNING IN HIS GRAVE BC STOP NAMING UR KIDS AFTER DEAD PEOPLE !!! LOOK WHERE I ENDED UP !!!

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“Yes. My name is Scorpius James. But no one calls me that,” he picks at a scab on his elbow and sighs.

“Scorpius James” he mutters to himself. He turns back to see Albus making the dinner, clueless about their current conversation. “…Has he mentioned why he named you Scorpius…James”

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SJ shrugs. “I think they might have died. I don’t know.” He sighs. “You still haven’t told me your real name.”

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im crying where did u come from ur dead go away

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NO AFTER A LONG YEAR OF BEING TRASH I HAVE RETURNED

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I dont even kno what to do omf i lov eyou

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SCORPIUS JAMES

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im crying where did u come from ur dead go away

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SJ scrunches up his face. “That’s my name. What’s your real name?’ He looks at his hand, confused as to what do with it.

That’s my name repeats in his head. Scorpius stares blankly at SJ as he tries to figure out what to say and how to respond. “The…um “S” stands for Scorpius?” he asks.

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“Yes. My name is Scorpius James. But no one calls me that,” he picks at a scab on his elbow and sighs.

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“Yeah,” he looks back at him. “Who are you?”

“Scorpius” he extends his hand out. “I’m an old uh friend of your father’s”

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SJ scrunches up his face. “That’s my name. What’s your real name?’ He looks at his hand, confused as to what do with it.