#secondhandmalfoy

[thesuperstarocuinn-blog]

11

11:How important is family to your muse? 

To Nate, family is probably everything. But then again, his family is just his dad and his mom; people he isn’t very fond of at this rate. So it’s a bit of a tosser really.

[minminlucas]

17

How does your muse deal with their anger?

Better out than in.  Min has a pretty short fuse and no qualms about voicing hir anger.  Usually ze’ll verbally express hir anger, and if whatever caused hir to be angry continues, the wand will come out and shit will go down.

[mollythemeforsali-blog]

Lookie here I've sent a message

And I’ve received it.

[unequivocallyviv]

Definitely paranoid. We're still good. I'll owl you when it's a good time for me.

Glad we’re good.  I look forward to your next owl then!

[unequivocallyviv]

Of course you did. Just picture me rolling my eyes at you. But no, I'm not upset with you. Why would I be? I'd be happy to come visit, so long as homework doesn't tie me down.

I don’t know why you’d be upset with me...you’ve just seemed a little distant lately.  It’s whatever, I’m probably being paranoid.  Regardless, I’d be really happy to have you if you have time :)

[unequivocallyviv]

Hey Viv. You better not have gotten me any gifts for Christmas because I haven't gotten one for you, unless you count this letter. We never really got around to discussing each other's plans for Christmas. I presume you're doing the usual family thing, but I was wondering if the new girlfriend fitted into that somehow.

I may or may not have gotten you a gift, sorry!  I love hearing from you, anyways, so I’m happy and I’ll count it.  I was a little worried you were...I don’t know, upset with me?

Anyways, yes, Amber came over for a couple of days and then I met her family, so that was nice.  You’re always free to come as well if you get lonely up at the castle?  I’d be really happy to see you.

[loriescamander]

Drabble

“Hello Soup-that-is-too-hot.” Lorie grinned as she sat down next to Scorpius. That he didn’t blink at the odd nickname told something about his adjustment to the crazy assortment of friends he had gathered around himself. She didn’t know where the nickname had come from, but it was fun to use. Scorpius was a pretty attractive individual, if she said so herself.

“Hey Lorie,” Scorpius greeted in return. “You enjoying the dance?” There was a soft smile in his eyes, but Lorie could see the way that his face still fell quickly back into that look of resigned sadness she’d seen in him before approaching.

“Absolutely!” she answered with enthusiasm. “I’ve danced with so many people. Lys and I just had our twin-dance, and Grayson and I are going to rule the dance floor. And you owe me a dance too.”

That dark look in his eyes grew. “I don’t feel like dancing today Lorie, sorry.” He looked almost like he was embarrassed about his refusal.

“You haven’t danced with anyone, have you.” Lorie hadn’t seen him on the dance floor at all. It worried her. “What’s going on with you?”

These words made Scorpius look at her, really look at her rather than his distracted gaze from before. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

Lorie gave him a skeptical look.

“Honestly.”

She would never lie so readily. It made her wonder what he was hiding. That distracted look was back, his gaze reaching out across the tables as if seeking someone in particular. Lorie couldn’t pick out who. “If you need to talk to someone-”

“No,” Scorpius insisted. “I ca- I’m fine. There’s nothing to talk about.”

Lorie was pretty sure he’d been about to say ‘I can’t’. Couldn’t what? Couldn’t talk about what was wrong? It concerned her. Insisting, unintentionally, that he couldn’t talk to someone had far darker implications than insisting that he wouldn’t. She reached out, placing a worried hand on his arm. “Soup, whatever’s wrong-”

“Lorie, stop.”

“-you need to talk to someone about it,” she pushed. “Talk to Gray. I’m sure she’s super worried about you, too.”

Scorpius withdrew his arm from under Lorie’s hand, his expression closing off to her entirely. “Just because I don’t feel like dancing today doesn’t mean something is wrong with me.” He sounded annoyed with her.

Sighing, Lorie stood from her chair. “I think it does, this time anyway.” From behind his chair, she set her hands on his shoulders and placed a kiss on top of his head, on one of his braids so she wouldn’t mess up his poof in the middle. His body went rigid under her, as if her attention was unwelcome, so she withdrew contact. “I’ll leave you now,” she said, “but just know that your friends are worried about you.”

Lorie slipped away from Scorpius’ table, glancing back to see him looking back in the direction of whoever had distracted him earlier.

[unequivocallyviv]

You know what the sensible thing here is. Just ask her.

I knoooowww.  Okay, okay.  I’m gonna ask her about that and about the ball.  I’m gonna ask.