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me in 2021 would listen to this song and imagine drastoria and be hurled over clutching my chest in agony and then leave my room five minutes later like nothing happened
Cast for Cursed Child 30/12/17 parts I &II
Harry Potter & the Cursed Child is hetero as hell which is apparently where all the homosexuals end up so what I am saying is Albus and Scorpius have an intense sexual tension and I could not have handled them sharing a dorm room.
I just realized i never posted this.
Stop it. JK Rowlings isn't a homophobe because she didn't do what you wanted her to do.
You see all I really care about with the new Harry Potter book is that Scorpius and Rose really do have some sort of romance eventually so that the fandom didn’t just misinterpret that one line about them in the epilogue and blow it out of proportion
if you ever need inspiration to keep going just remember that next year we find out what house albus potter and scorpius malfoy get sorted into
who's there
"So..." "...right." "Don't - please don't make a fool out of yourself." "Ha. Very funny, Malfoy. As if I totally don't know how to do something like manners." He gave me terrified really, really terrified look right then, piling my stomach with an intense guilt. I tried to give him a weak smirk, but it shrivelled and died the moment I tried. He knew that I couldn't handle nervousness. My fight-or-flight instinct had always been seriously screwed up when it came down to anxiety, and the former of the two usually resulted in terribly dry sarcasm. God, his dad was going to hex me. "But you don't know how to do do manners, Rose," he said, nudging my hip slightly. "You never did. Just breathe. It's just you, me, and Al." "Again," I breathed, my voice growing smaller, "you failed to mention the fact that you're actually attempting to put a Weasley, Potter, and a Malfoy under the same roof. Sparks are going to fly, and I don't mean ones of intimate affection." "You're scaring me, Rose." "Do you want me to kill you? 'Cause I'm sure as hell ready to kill something and you're the only living object in the general vicinity." "Sorry." "You should be." I turned and looked behind us just as Malfoy was getting ready to knock. "Where is Al, anyway?" "He's tidying up, the ridiculous prick," Scorpius muttered. "Honestly. You think he'd grow out of shoving us into broom closets every ten seconds." I coughed at the implication, unintentionally slamming my knuckles against the door in an attempt to punch my frustration out. I couldn't help but squeak when I heard noises behind the door. I grabbed Scorpius's shirt. "God, was that too desperate?" I sputtered. "Could I not have been so bold? Was I being rude? Do you think your parents hate me? What should I -" "Rose," Scorpius hissed, slapping my hand. "You freaking knocked. My parents don't judge people's knocking." The door swung open, revealing a replica of Scorpius - light hair and light skin, as though the man had not aged since his twenties. Blue eyes peered out at the both of us, narrowing as they passed over me. I straightened up in response. "Um, hi, Mr. Malfoy. Pleasure's mine." I was going to stick my hand out for a handshake, but he seemed to be too busy staring me down, no doubt trying to get an impression. I averted my gaze, choosing instead to look up at Scorpius's shoes. Finally Mr. Malfoy's frown slightly softened. "Well, come in, both of you," he said with a mix of exasperation. He seemed to be reluctantly hospitable, grimacing as Scorpius's grabbed my arm and dragged me inside. As we made for the gigantic hallway, though, Mr. Malfoy looked back at us through the back of his eye. "I would've said your knocking was exquisite, Ms. Weasley, if you hadn't sounded so desperate." I froze, stopping abruptly, while Scorpius fell into a fit of quiet laughter. When I felt I could move again, I turned and punched Scorpius in the arm. He didn't even flinch; he had been expecting it. --- I tried to make fluffy scorose, but that kinda didn't... Happen. Hehe. Hope you enjoyed!