#scorpal

[artfulgeekgirl]

Already getting ready for the fall craft fair, starting with custom packaging. Yup, I’m creating my own mini boxes for my #potionornaments with my #scorpal . The small one is just one inch square! #socute (at Alfred, Maine)

[scorofthemanor]

Albus/Scorpius ;)

tell me a ship on anon or not

OTP | love it | like it | meh | neutral | dislike it | hate it | cant stand it

          ooc.  I MEAN.  i feel like this is pretty obvious by this point, though scor is pretty asexual around anyone besides saira’s albus, so maybe not.  x:

          when deathly hallows first came out, i shipped scorpius and rose along with everyone else, and even wrote some fanfic for them, but when i started playing scorpius, he never really clicked with any rose, and the first character he really got along very well with was an albus.  they became best friends and eventually we started shipping them, which was my very first experience with shipping two male characters.  i was still living at my parents house and going to church three times a week at the time, and i believed that homosexuality was a sin, so eventually i distanced myself from the pairing and promised myself i wouldn’t write that kind of thing anymore.

          i started playing with saira’s albus some time after that, and neither of us shipped them at first.  it was kind of funny, because we chat played on neopets a lot, and they would get teased all the time about whether they were together because they were best friends and finished each other’s sentences and lounged all over each other, etc.  at one point i remember saying that scorpius would never, ever date albus (mainly because of my own personal guilt).  but, as sometimes happens, they got increasingly closer, and albus developed feelings for scorpius, and scorpius in return—

          you know how sometimes characters just do whatever they’re going to do regardless of how you try to stop them?  i’m usually rather objective when it comes to role playing; i try to act as little like i’m talking to the people in my head as possible, but scorpius and i got into a legitimate, extremely heated argument (while i was working at mcdonald’s no less), and he finally told me that if i wasn’t going to let him be with albus, i could just stop playing him.

          so.  i gave in.  i had a conversation with one of my friends at college, another writer, who said that she believed it wasn’t a sin to write characters who were sinning (logical), and that was my excuse for a while, though i think deep down i knew it was bullshit, because i was feeling all those in-love-with-you feelings the same as scorpius.  i was actually very in love with saira for a while, and we created many, many characters that all inevitably fell in love with each other, though scorpius and albus are still our best and closest.

          of course i love ours the most, but i have read a lot of scorpius/albus fanfic that i’ve absolutely adored.  and that isn’t to say that i still don’t ship other things when it comes to other versions of scorpius, but when it comes to mine, i have such a long history with saira and her albus that i just can’t conceive of my scorpius falling in love with anyone else.  he simply isn’t interested.

[adaine]

When writing HP next gen fanfic keep in mind:

Teddy Lupin is a metamorphagus but not a werewolf

With all the Weasley grandkids, at least one is probably a squib

Angelina Johnson is black, so Fred II and Roxanne should at least look like her a little

Lorcan and Lysander are younger than all of the Weasley grandkids

Victoire, Dominique, and Louis are probably fluent in both French and English. They probably could have gone to Hogwarts or Beauxbatons.

The Marauder’s Map and the invisibility cloak.

DO NOT FORGET MUGGLE-BORNS

they aren’t all Gryffindors let’s be real

some of them have to be queer. Though, that’s probs the point of the fic.

Neville is their professor 

George and Ron own a Weasley’s Wizards Wheezes definitely in Diagon Alley and possibly a second in Hogsmeade

poor poor Minerva McGonagall

[scorofthemanor]

[scorofthemanor]

Dark smudges marred his pale complexion, set beneath stormy grey eyes fixed on Albus’s cot. Harry was there, too, looking even more exhausted. A quiet hum from the lit monitor was the only thing keeping the room from complete silence. Neither had slept that night, and the sun was barely over the horizon, mediwitches arriving for the morning shift in the hall outside Al’s room in St. Mungo’s.

It had been a flying accident. Just flying, like they’d done a million times before, just Al and James and Lils out in that field behind their house, stealing a few more minutes while a storm rolled in. No one had even told Scorpius, and he tried to forgive them for that, knowing how desperate the whole situation must have been, and how frantic, but it still stung that he’d had to hear through some rumour at the Goyle’s annual summer gala.

A voice sounded from the door, soft and feminine, saying the young Malfoy’s name, and he looked over in a haze as Astoria entered, eyes filled with concern and motherly determination. He registered it was her when she cupped his face in her hand, and he tried to clear his head.

❝You need to come home,❞ she said, gently, but firmly.

❝I can’t,❞ he replied, the words coming instinctively. Harry was pretending he didn’t hear. Or maybe he was fighting off sleep as well.

❝Yes, you can,❞ she said, ❝and you will. You need some rest. Come on.❞

He gave her a look, one that very clearly said not to push the issue, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from straying back to Albus’s unconscious body, a shadow of pain passing over them. Astoria’s hand dropped and she suppressed a sigh. ❝You’ll at least eat something.❞ She turned toward the door, just a touch of hesitance in her movements, and she paused before taking the first step past Harry.

❝… Would you like anything, Mr. Potter?❞ she asked, a touch of deep-set sympathy in her tone.

He glanced up at her, haggard, looking nothing like the man in the celebratory Daily Prophet articles. ❝No, thank you,❞ he finally said, and she nodded, exiting wordlessly.

—-

Ron, Hermione, Rose, and Hugo came to visit later that day, exceeding the maximum amount of visitors allowed in a room at one time, though one tired look from Harry stilled the mediwitches’ protests, at least for a while. Scorpius was in the same chair, aching from not having moved in hours, feeling too old. He refused to sleep, refused to acknowledge the reason why, that these might be the few last hours they would ever spend together, and he couldn’t waste even a minute of that.

It was to his side that Rose came, not Albus’s, and she sat right beside him, one arm unashamedly going around his shoulders as the corners of Ron’s mouth twitched downward and Scorpius’s chest tightened. He was tired, and silently terrified, and he simply curled up into her, holding his breath as not to cry.

—-

Albus was no better the next day; if anything, he was paler, his breathing more shallow. Mediwitches came in regularly, looking concerned and trying not to look concerned. They said they’d done all they could, all there was now was to wait and hope he pulled through.

Scorpius left sometime in the morning, barely glancing at Harry, looking weary and tense, and Harry couldn’t blame the boy for wanting to sleep in a real bed and forget about all of this even if only for a few hours. He was, after all, only a boy.

It was later the next day when Harry finally exited his son’s room, desperately hanging onto some thread of hope as the days wore on, threatening to break his spirit entirely. A mediwitch had called him out of the room, one he didn’t recognize, prattling on in technical terms, and his dulled Auror senses only belatedly thought that she sounded as if she was stalling. It wasn’t until her eyes darted nervously to something behind him and he heard the slam of a door did he whirl around to face Albus’s room, finding the door tightly shut and swiftly being charmed from the inside by Scorpius’s wand.

Harry immediately launched himself at the door, on full alert, and at one yell all the staff within earshot came running. Rational thought was swiftly leaving him, and he pounded against and cursed the door as Scorpius ignored the noise, wand hand trembling slightly at one final locking spell.

Something was clutched in his hand, a bit of parchment, and the boy drew in a shaky breath as he unfolded it, casting a final spell at the door and trying to steady himself as the room sank into silence. Aurors were crowding the door now, professional curse-breakers pointing wands at the brass knob as Harry stared helplessly into his son’s room, watching the Malfoy point his wand at the unconscious boy.

The blond's lips began to move, eyes trailing over the paper, carefully pronouncing each word in tiny print, the spell long and complicated, but mostly lingual. It took but two lines for the wand to begin to glow, a golden aura creeping up the Malfoy’s arm and spreading like a too-slow beam of sunlight from the wand tip toward Albus. Within the next few lines the both of them were glowing, the paper tightly clutched within Scorpius’s fingers. He was three quarters of the way down the page when he began to feel lightheaded.

The lock on the door held, and though any noise coming from inside the room was drowned out, Harry's eyes caught Scorpius’s slight waver, a brief, almost imperceptible loss of balance. He was struggling with the last words, forcing them out, feet wide set, the room beginning to tilt, a weakness taking over his body. He grasped the last threads of his energy and spoke the final few words, and then the paper slipped from his fingers and Harry saw him collapse, falling in slow motion toward the floor like a limp doll before he collided, wand rolling lazily away from his hand.

The glow was gone by time they broke into the room, Scorpius comatose on the floor. Mediwitches sprinted over and around him to get to Albus, one kneeling by the Malfoy to take a quick scan. It was a head mediwitch who crouched down to pick up the piece of parchment, Harry at her side. She scanned it, going pale with recognition.

❝Oh,❞ she breathed, and Harry demanded, ❝What? Is Albus okay?❞

Moments ago frantic, she had now gone still, giving him what was meant to be a calming look. ❝Mr. Potter, your son's condition is unchanged. This spell cannot harm him. It is, however, quite illegal.❞

He didn't understand. ❝Illegal? Why?❞

❝Well, it— it joins two people, so to speak, so that one person, someone who is ill or has been greatly injured, and is close to death, may absorb the energy, or life-force of another, and in that way hopefully have a better chance of recovery. However… once the bond is made, like an unbreakable vow, it cannot be ended. If your son dies now, the young Malfoy shall as well.❞

[scorofthemanor]

★ Albus

Albus,

I’d rather talk in person, but you aren’t here right now and I have too many thoughts to allow them to remain unwritten. Perhaps if I write, things will make more sense to me.

You are undoubtedly the best friend I have ever had. I can truthfully say, free of any heat of passion, that I would do anything for you. I will be your loyal friend forever; it is just that simple.

I am slowly coming to realize how important and how insignificant each short day is. All we are is out existence within days, and a day without you feels incomplete; holidays become hard to endure, meaningless minutes stretch into meaningless hours. Each conversation, whether filled with laughter or worry or quiet conversation, makes our friendship that much more unbreakable. But whatever we do with our days, studying or flying or acting out some silly dare, it matters little in the end, for whatever happens, we will remain, you and I, and nothing can change the days we’ve spent together or the secrets we’ve shared or the trials we’ve endured. Our bond refuses to be forgotten, or supressed by so many bitter hearts.

I doubt I will give this note to you. It will remain forgotten in this journal, pressed between pages and pages of useless sentiment, fading and collecting dust. And perhaps one day it will be found and read, and we’ll laugh over how dreadfully important we thought it all was, and how worried we were for nothing.

[ayooyy]

an anons thoughts on scoral and my unnecessary comments in bold

an anonI suppose that one of my headcanons for the next gen kids are that Scor/Al is a thing. I have nothing against Scor/Rose,not even Scor/Lily of course not! i don't really get the idea of hating one ship to ship another...BUT,I do think that the girls have too strong personalities and might be too stubborn, well yeah...

 It's said that Scorpius is an slight improvement of his father but that doesn't have to mean that he'd go off and marry Rose,I don't really see it. Narcissa strong in her own way but it seems that Malfoys tend to favor the quiet type and I see Albus as the quiet type i absolutely adore the idea of the quiet, cunning shy-ish al, if i should ship scoral it would deffinently be with that personality

And I believe that Albus could have been sorted into Slytherin, since I don't doubt that he's clever and knows how to go about to get his way, be it kindly or in sneaky.yes quite the charmer when it comes to it, he hates hurting people but kindness and charm gets him what he wants

It has nothing to do with if I like Drarry or not,I do but ScorAl aren't like their fathers,they had a different upbringing so it's unfair to say 'it's just like Drarry' i don't think i've ever even thought of comparing the two ships... do people do that!? they are nothing alike! when it's not, not for me anyway since I see Drarry as a darker relationship and ScorAl as a warmer one.

I also think that Ron might be prejudice towards the Malfoys or at least still somewhat suspicious, it wouldn't surprise me.

Honestly I think that most of the family would be decently supportive if not happy that Albus and Scorpius are at least friends, i actually see him gettting off quite well with the weasleys! he reminds me a lot of what most of them are like, charming, cunning and loving Harry more so, he might also be cautious but he would still be supportive.

He might not regret not being friends with Draco because in a way it was never an option. I guess this was more a rant than a headcanon but a lovely rant at that^^'.

ScorAl is probably one of my favorite next gen couples.since I think that they would work wonderfully together, in Slytherin.

He was very against going to Slytherin but in a way even if Albus was/is surrounded by family I've always seen him as a bit of an outsider as I imagine most of the Weasleys being rather loud and him,not so much. yes absolutely! as much as he loves them he has always been a bit different when it comes to temper...

 I think they were both lonely in one way or another.You should always give people a chance. I also kind of imagine Scorpius getting along better with Lily than with James,not badly but not great either. i've actually always seen lily as being like the annoying little sister that he loves and james a an epic bromance!

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[scorofthemanor]

Boxed Ceiling Charms

A rather beautiful set of starscape ceiling charms, which were some of my favorites of the available sets. Others included sunlight filtering through gentle waves, complete with schools of tiny, silvery fish, and a leafy canopy with songbirds and monarch butterflies. You simply open the box and the charms attach to the ceiling, typically wearing off after 48 hours. Permanent ceiling charms are, of course, far more expensive.