#itslikechemistry

[thornbush-weasley]

"Can I ask you something?"

"You just did. What’s up?"

[gxnevra-archieve]

"What did you do with my fave hoodie?"

"I burned it." Ginny casually said. No explanation, no excuses. She simply burned it.

[risingdogstar--archive-blog]

I know less what to do when you send dunno, mate.

[scorofthemanor]

"Double potions on thursday," Albus smiled at him. "It will be elementary. Since we'll finish early, we could go for a stroll. Or lie out on the lawns and talk about the future."

"That does sound nice," he agreed, especially after a long day. "What makes you think we’ll finish early?" He yawned, leaning forward against one of the sinks in the dormitories’ boys’ bathroom, running fingers through his hair and making an ugly face in the mirror. He hated mirrors, hated how obsessed he was with making sure every hair was in place, hated that it mattered. Not that it did, really, considering he was about to crawl into bed an muss it up again, but he couldn’t stand the way it stood up on end after a shower, and he still hadn’t quite mastered the drying charm.

[adxfortia]

"I still don't have a straight answer, why is Gryffindor more comfortable than Slytherin's common room?"

because we have big booty hoes.

[badfaith-scorpius-blog]

Pst Mum said you can come over for dinner. We're having mac and cheese. -ASP

Your mother is inviting me over? Mac and cheese? I’m guessing this is one of those muggle dinners? Alright, I’ll be over soon. -SHM. 

[scorofthemanor]

itslikechemistry:

Albus blinked around into the darkness. Everything was a blur. He reached over to his nightstand putting on his glasses. It was just a dream then, a very bad terrible dream. He shivered before he sat up in his bed looking across at Scorpius.

He nodded before grabbing his bear, and pillow. Albus climbed out of bed ignoring to put on his scarlet dressing gown, curling in a ball against the blonde. He pressed his back into him wanting to be held. After Albus was settled he pulled off his glasses putting them on Scorpius’ night table and let his emerald orbs shut. “Luve you…”

Despite his desire to remain on the cusp of unconsciousness, all the better to fall back asleep immediately, his sense were sharpening, eyes focusing on Albus as he sat up, clearly shaken. Pulling fully upright, Scor's brow creased, watching as Albus grabbed his pillow and bear. He shifted semi-prone only when Albus laid down, Scorpius flipping the covers up over him, worry and tension still written into the lies of his body. He was accustomed to sleeping in just pajama pants, the extra modesty serving to make him more comfortable in a room of his peers, though he'd finally started sleeping shirtless in third year.

He wasn't expecting the quiet words leaving Albus's lips, pausing before replying, "You too. Just sleep, yeah?" Reaching across the boy, he picked up his wand and swept the curtain closed, applying a mild sticking charm to both sides. No need to invite more prying eyes than necessary.

Settling back into the bed, wand set carefully above the headboard, he let Albus press back close to him, chewing his lip as he attempted to logically consider the appropriate way to proceed with so much bare skin between them. But it was Albus, just Albus, and a need for comforting touch was no strange thing after a nightmare, he told himself. So he attempted to relax, one arm up and lightly rested on Albus's arm, his chest to Albus's back.

[scorofthemanor]

"Scop you up? I had a bad dream." His screaming was that apparent. "Could I come sleep with you?"

He wasn’t normally a deep sleeper, but he felt groggy as the far-away noises struggled to enter his subconscious, and he’d only just pushed himself up from his pillow, disoriented, when he heard Albus’s voice. Luckily not many of the other boys seemed to have been woken by the screams, or perhaps they simply didn’t care, mere rustles coming from the closed curtains around them. Scor had taken to leaving the right side of his bed open, the side facing Albus’s bed, and he drew a hand across his eyes as he replied, blearily, “You alright?”

Sleep with him? Vaguely he could imagine the rumours that would be spawned by that action, innocent though it was, but he was tired, and his judgement was typically impaired where Albus was concerned. Letting out a little sigh, he replied by shifting over to make room for the other boy, softly commenting, “Come on then. Bring your pillow.”