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You saw TROYE SIVAN in London recently? It was actually SCORPIUS MALFOY, the two share a resemblance. Apparently HE is LOYAL and UNDERSTANDING but can also be VULNERABLE and INSECURE. They are TWENTY ONE and were sorted into SLYTHERIN. The PUREBLOOD works as a HISTORIAN’S APPRENTICE, lives in STRATFORD-UPON-AVON and is affiliated with NEITHER SIDE. (Jade, 21, GMT, She/Her)
beatrice-lestrange:
Did Beatrice had an attraction to having liquids spilled all over her? Most, if not all, of the incidents she had were mostly her own fault, but at least this one had some actual dexterity and kept his glass upright.
Beatrice swallowed when he addressed her. While there was nothing familiar there for Beatrice to really find any nostalgia in, that didn’t mean that the castle wasn’t impressive. It just wasn’t home.
She should not have been shocked by the small talk occurring, and she had been stopped by someone who didn’t come to this party thinking they should have arrived in costume. Being a stranger in a new place was difficult enough, had it not been for the fact that there had been so little kindness so far.
Not that Beatrice expected to be received kindly. The world did not operate like that, and neither did she. But polite didn’t need to equate to nice.
“More like no memories of this place.” It was easy to explain that she had come here with someone else—her cousin, who she lost immediately after getting bored of the friends she tried to introduce her to. “I’m just trying to figure out what made it so special.”
While Scorpius didn’t recognise the girl in front of him, it seemed as though she may have been in a similar position to him that night. While to others it seemed like he was surrounded by old friends who were dying to know what he was up to nowadays, he knew everything they were saying was simply empty words. They didn’t really care what his life was like, they were just using the question as an excuse to brag about their own amazing stories.
Beatrice simple seemed as though she was alone. By the looks of things, whoever she had come with had ditched her (or she had left them) but it seemed like there wasn’t much here for her, either.
“What makes it so special?” That made Scorpius really contemplate her statement. For most it was the nostalgia - the fact that most of the people in this room spent the best part of their childhood in these walls was enough to call it special. But for Scorpius, that wasn’t exactly the case. Sure he had good memories, the odd friend he had made and could always count on, but he had grown up. Hogwarts had played its part, but unlike some of the people at the reunion tonight, he found it best not to dwell on those days. “Maybe I can help you figure that out?” He suggested, sensing her eagerness to get out of the Great Hall.
“Myrtle it wasn’t my fault!” The ghostly figure was moving towards him, clearly angry that she hadn’t been invited to the reunion. “They kind of can’t send you an invite.” She got closer and closer as he started to pick up the pace constantly looking behind him as he moved. “Where would they send it to, the bathroom?” And that only seemed to anger her even more. Before she could lunge for him he turned and ran. Scorpius didn’t remember ever running that fast, but this time he didn’t look back. He turned corner after corner, getting himself lost in the castle corridors, until he almost bumped into a taller figure.
“Teddy?” He pauses for a second before remembering just what he was running from. “Come with me, before she finds me!” With that he grabbed Teddy’s arm and pulled him in whichever direction he was facing. All he knew is that they needed to get away from Myrtle. Now.
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floragrass·:
Flora practically jumped out of her skin at the recognisable voice, dropping the unlit cigarette and standing up ‘‘ you scared me, you fucking bastard. what’re you doing here? ’’ theres no anger in her voice, no, if anything, she’s secretly overjoyed to see her cousin. it had been some time, and she had missed him, missed having someone on her side.
“I was in town, thought I’d come visit my favourite cousin. I’m sure you wouldn’t forgive me if I didn’t come see you.” He laughed, leaning against the wall next to him. It was rare he found people he was this comfortable around, and seeing Flora put his mind at ease - he wasn’t thinking about the impending wizarding war, just the joy of seeing his cousin again. “How’s life?” He asked, nodding towards the cigarette in her hand.
evan-rg-jr·:
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Evan watched Scorpius’ shoulders relax a bit and he wondered if there had been any anxiety surrounding approaching him. He didn’t think he was intimidating, but he supposed they had done some thing together that would make other people a bit anxious after the fact. “It feels like a lot less, so I also didn’t realize how long it had been until recently.”
The elder Slytherin set an easy smile on his lips and hoped it helped Scorpius feel even more at ease with him. It was a fine line between being creepy about it and helping, so he hoped to walk that line well. “Only okay? That’s a shame, you deserve to be far more than just okay.” He hoped that didn’t come off as too flirty, because while it was true, Evan meant it in a very friendly fashion. “I am,” Evan turned to look at Teddy, his smile breaking out into a full grin, “Teddy Lupin, yeah, he’s my boyfriend…he…I don’t have the words for how happy he makes me. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to hear it all anyway, but what about you? Come stag?”
Scorpius shrugged. In his own opinion he wasn’t special enough to deserve any better, he just learned to get on with how things were. Instead he just let out a small laugh, “It could be a lot worse, I suppose.” That was true, the time he had spent outside of Hogwarts could have been worse than just feeling a little lonely. “I’ve been working as an apprentice for a historian, not the most thrilling job in the wizarding world.”
Watching the grin break out on Evan’s face made Scorpius himself smile in admiration. “Small world, Teddy’s actually my second cousin, I think?” He laughed to himself as he shook his head, clearly they weren’t that close as family members. “He’s a good person, I’m glad you’re happy together.” Scorpius was worried that would sound bitter, but he truly meant it. He held absolutely nothing against Evan, and only wanted the best for him - and besides, he had someone else on his mind anyway.
“Oh um,” he started to get flustered, “I- uh, kind of?” He ran a hand through his hair as he avoided eye contact with Evan. “I just came with a friend.” He glanced back in the direction of Albus, colour appearing in his face as he started to blush slightly.
lixnhecrt·:
Lily had been lucky to have a family that was all fairly talented on a broomstick. She felt like she was destined to be on her house Quidditch team, but she eventually decided to never go pro. Maybe it was her arrogance, but she considered herself one of the best chasers Gryffindor had.
Hearing a familiar voice, she turned. Scorpius had been a few years ahead of her with Albus. She knew he had fallen victim to her occasional pranks–especially since multiple of them were often directed towards Slytherin. “It’s a shame really. You look good in green,” she teased.
“Oh, trust me. We did. I would have been an embarrassment to go through all of that to lose a game. I never took to losing very well anyways.” She turned away from the courtyard to look up at him. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. How are you enjoying this little reunion?”
“Well I’m glad someone thinks so.” He smiled, tugging at the cuff of his blazer without thinking. “Other’s weren’t so fond of it.” Usually thinking about the teasing from other students would make him feel self conscious, but at that moment all he could think about was how that didn’t matter so much to him anymore. “Good, I’d be disappointed if you’d have told me otherwise, Miss Potter.” He gave her an approving nod, hands going to rest in his trouser pockets.
“It’s...” He hesitated, was he enjoying the reunion? “It’s nice to see everyone, but I’m not sure if I feel as though I quite fit in.” He laughed awkwardly, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “I mostly just stick with Al wherever I can.” With a shrug of the shoulders he looked towards Lily raising his eyebrows slightly. “And you?”
oxfordasp:
Albus was most likely not alright. Everything he understood from armchair psychology said that much. The look on his “trainer’s” face had said more when he’d explained his absence and sparse communication. Like he was something that needed reevaluating. And fuck if he didn’t already hate that feeling from his own home. So the Hogwarts reunion was every ounce what he needed.
Something lacking substance and meaning in his life that he could jump into completely. And look ravishing while doing it. A needed distraction. And an excuse to be with one of his closest friends again.
When he’d stepped his way out of green flames in a whirl of smoke and fabric, he’d almost feared he’d be alone. But there he was, Scorpius Malfoy in all his glory. Albus grinned as he clacked across the stonework, reaching his friend and offering him a little wink.
“Glad to meet with your approval, Scor,” he all but purred, eyes bright and just this side of dangerous. “So rarely given, so much more worth the earning.” He grinned again and offered his arm. “You look ravishing as well. The cut of that suit?” He gave a low hum of approval. “Shall we show them just what they’re missing without us do you think?”
“Oh this?” He looked down at the dress suit he had found in a Muggle shop. It was nothing compared to Albus’s attire, but he couldn’t help but blush at the compliment from his old friend. “It’s nothing special really.” He kept his head down for a second to hide the grin that was forming on his lips, running his hand through his hair. He was sure he would replay that conversation in his head all night, and every time he did he would smile exactly the way he was now.
Scorpius almost felt as though he wasn’t worthy of walking with Albus, especially the way he looked tonight, but at that moment nothing could please him more. With a slight hesitation, but then a small but firm nod of the head, Scorpius took his arm and held his head high. “You’re right, it would be rude not to grace them with our presence.”
He took a breath as they started walking towards the carriages pulled by invisible thestrals, adrenaline forming in his stomach. What would people think if he walked in on Albus’s arm? He was currently the talk of the wizarding world, everyone would be waiting to see if he’d actually turn up or not. One thing’s for sure, he was certain no one would expect to see a Malfoy on the arm of Harry Potter’s son. But that’s what Scorp loved so much about Albus - he didn’t care about his name. He was his friend, regardless.
“Are you sure about tonight Al?” He asked as they mounted the carriage. Scorpius still had his reservations, but he would be there by Albus’s side either way.
There was always a special feeling of joy that filled her each time she walked down the halls of Hogwarts. Her time here was completely delightful, and part of her wished she never had to leave. Maybe she’d come back one day as a healer or even the potions master. She pondered all the possibilities as she leaned against the opening to the courtyard, and she smiled at the memory of her favorite prank she pulled during school that just happened to be in this very spot. Footsteps came up behind her, but she didn’t bother turning to look. She should, though, given what had happened to her brother. This was Hogwarts. It had always been safe. “You know, my sixth year I played a little prank on the Slytherin’s right here. We had a massive Quidditch game against them, so I set up a tripwire when I heard them coming. I’d spent hours on this potion and how to vaporize it. Long story short, when they tripped it, they were dyed a sickly green color. It didn’t wash off of some of them for days,” she laughed before finally facing the source of the footsteps. “It’s hard not to be a little nostalgic when you’re here.”
Scorpius had tried out for the Slytherin Quidditch team year after year. He had been laughed at during his first few schooling years because of the sheer embarrassment he was on a broom. But instead of giving up, Scorpius trained on his own sometimes with the help of a friend or two, and had spent many hours practising on this very courtyard
“Well I’m glad I missed out on that one-” he laughed, “narrowly by the sounds of it.”
Scorpius had been the butt of one or two of Lily’s pranks back at Hogwarts. As far as Slytherins went he was a pretty easy target, but every now and then someone would be there to warn him of her little pranks and help him dodge them. Though by his final year, Scorpius did make it onto the Quidditch team - as a substitute nonetheless - and that was when he finally saw what she could do first hand.
“I do hope you beat them that game, that would have been a lot of effort for nothing if not.”
evan-rg-jr·:
There were very few people at this party that Evan both recognized and was friendly with, and though Teddy was in a similar boat, he had a lot of family that was begging for his attention. It gave Evan a few minutes to take a step out of The Great Hall and breathe. This was a strange and difficult situation to be in for Evan, because he was hyper-conscious of how many people here didn’t like him, or his last name, or the people associated with it. He was far from the only person in that situation, but he wasn’t brave enough to find solace in those people, nor did he want to face the rumors that being around them would bring.
Except for Scorpius Malfoy, whom Evan recognized immediately even though they hadn’t seen each other in years. “Scorpius,” he grinned back, “It has been quite a long time. At least, what, four or five of them? How have you been?” Now that Evan was comfortable enough with his sexuality to be beyond a quick fuck in a broom closet and longing glances at boys who were sitting close enough to girls to get away with it, he almost considered hugging his old friend. The problem there was not knowing where in his own journey Scorpius was.
Watching his smile definitely put Scorpius at ease; Evan wasn’t going to make this awkward and neither was he. He often thought about the other wizard, wondered what he was doing and whether he was happy - now he had his answer. “Yeah, I suppose it has.” he responded, almost surprised - had it really been that long?
“I’ve been-” he hesitated “-okay. I’ve been okay.” A small but in some ways sad smile played on his lips. Scorpius hadn’t had the most amazing few years out of Hogwarts - in fact he practically isolated himself - but with the situation at hand, he thought that was best for everyone. “How about you? You seem pretty happy.” He raised his eyebrows slightly, clearly gesturing to the Wizard he had on his arm tonight. Scorpius liked seeing Evan happy, he saw a part of himself in him in some ways, and hoped he could be as happy as him too.
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While most of the festivities were concentrated in the Great Hall, it was beginning to dawn on Beatrice that there was nothing of interest for her there. Her own father was busy chatting up his Hufflepuff friends and Beatrice quickly excused herself soon after the introductions were made. She had met most of them before, though none were memorable enough that Beatrice thought they were worth trying to impress.
Instead she made her way out of the Great Hall. The castle was large, though the architecture wasn’t as fascinating as her own school’s. There was magic embedded into the walls at Durmstrang, and Beatrice was having difficulty really embracing Hogwarts castle as a place with meaning.
That being said, she was determined to look for it. The crowd was beginning to condense further, and Beatrice kept her eyes on the doors at the end of the room.
“Excuse me,” Beatrice said firmly, nearly elbowing a former alumnus. She didn’t want to ask for help, but she was beginning to become overwhelmed to the point where she was already tempted to just hack her way through with her wand in hand and a hex between her teeth.
After all, there were hexes that Durmstrang taught differently.
@thcdreadless
Scorpius had been stood on the edge of a circle of people - people he didn’t really have anything in common with. The Slytherins that were talking to him seemed to be acting as though they were best friends at Hogwarts, when in reality, most of the Slytherins in his year seemed to have something against him.
As Beatrice made her way through the crowd, she came close to knocking Scorpius’ glass of champagne from his hand. “Woah.” He managed to move the glass just in time, turning to face her. “You seem to be in a rush.” He stated, looking the girl in front of him up and down. It wasn’t meant to come across as a rude gesture, he just hadn’t noticed the girl before and was trying to take her in. “Bad memories associated with this place?” This time glancing up at the door of the Great Hall, almost taking in once again. That was something he could relate to.
@oxfordasp
The nerves bubbled inside Scorpius as he apparated onto the ground at Hogsmede station. Wizards and witches alike where appearing around him, heading towards the carriages that would pull them to the castle. He stood himself off to one side so he could wait for Albus to arrive. He wouldn’t have come tonight if it wasn’t for him, and merlin knows it took some convincing, but here he was. He wasn’t sure seeing his old classmates was going to be such a thrilling experience as people had expected, and he definitely wasn’t certain this was the right thing to be doing in such times, but if Albus thought it was safe, then he trusted his judgement
As he saw a head of black hair appear just ahead, he knew it had to be his old friend. When he saw him from the front, Scorpius couldn’t help but gasp slightly to himself. It was impossible to describe the way Albus looked, but Scorpius almost couldn’t believe the sight before him. The black cloak hung so elegantly off his shoulders, his heels giving him that bit of extra height. He looked powerful.
“Wow Al.” He grinned slightly as he walked up to him. “I feel underdressed.” Scorpius couldn’t take his eyes off of his friend, and for a second it seemed like he was the only one there with him.
@evan-rg-jr
When Scorpius had caught sight of Evan that evening he couldn’t help but blush, the feeling of nervous butterflies creating in his stomach. Seeing how comfortable he looked with, what Scorp had assumed was his boyfriend, almost made him jealous - not that he had feelings for Evan, but of his courage and openness. He wasn’t sure whether he should go over and say hi, would he find the situation awkward? Nothing else happened after that night, but having your first time with a boy and then never speaking to them again could be deemed awkward.
From the corner of his eye Scorpius saw a head of blue hair leaving The Great Hall, and instinct told him he should follow him. He politely bowed out of his current conversation and excused himself from the small group of Slytherins he went to school with, before rushing off after Evan. Trying carefully not to spill the champagne out of his glass, or look too eager, he followed him out of The Great Hall and outside onto the school grounds. Before he could second guess himself he called out his name, “Evan.” He smiled, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he caught eyes with him. “Long time no see.”
Scorpius Malfoy || Hogwarts Reunion
Getting ready that evening, Scorpius couldn’t quite believe he was going back to Hogwarts. He buttoned up his waistcoat as he watched himself in the mirror. He liked to think he would be walking into the great hall that night as a completely different person than who he walked out of there as a seventh year. Although at first he wasn’t so taken by the thought of going to the reunion, he had been convinced. Maybe nothing would go wrong and they would all simply have a wonderful night, who knew?
oxfordasp:
It was like a thousand different bits of nostalgia running through his mind as Scorpius approached. Excitement and nervousness and all the things he’d seen for seven years, there on his friend’s face. Albus laughed, shaking his head. It was a comfort after the weeks he’d spent here, to know that indeed, some things did not change.
“Peace my friend. Hardly on you to rush home every time I do something foolish,” he replied with an easy grin. “You’d never leave? Circe, the whole last year would have had you in fits I swear.” He was only half teasing, really. But it was the truth. Couldn’t have people worrying themselves too grey on his behalf. “Besides! You’re here now! Just in time to join me for a I’m-not-stuck-in-that-fucking-room-anymore lunch!” He looked over his shoulder and pulled a face at the aurors there. “With goonsquad. Did I mention I have goons now? They won’t go away.”
He offered his arm to his friend, all mock seriousness and acres of playful energy rolling off him. Hell, he’d fake it until the playful was real. “Some c’mon! Lunch! Goons! You can tell me allll about your ridiculously exciting life…wherever you’ve been living it.” He frowned for a moment. “Because bugger me if I can remember where it is. Did you ever even tell me?” It was good to see Scorpius again.
Good to go back to something that felt so natural, so before the scars.
Scorpius was shocked - he didn’t expect Albus to be so upbeat. After what he’d gone through over the past few weeks he thought his friend would be exhausted, mentally and physically. But try as he might, there was something about him that wasn’t the same as when he had last seen Albus. Maybe it was the time away from Hogwarts, the growing up, but Scorpius assumed most likely the events documented in the Daily Prophet would have taken it’s toll on the young wizard.
“Goons?” He questioned, before his eyes caught sight of the aurors following behind Albus. Clearly he was a bigger target than Scorpius had realised; all of a sudden he felt a little more awkward. Had he already drawn too much attention to himself by being there?
But the moment was brief, and was soon forgotten about when Albus offered him his arm. He was hesitant, but Scorpius took it, a grin appearing on his face for the first time in a long while. “Stratford.” He started, “It’s much quieter than here.” He had to laugh to himself, looking up at St. Mungo’s as they moved away from the glorious building, he didn’t think he’d find himself here so soon at all. “Do they seriously never leave you alone?” He spoke lowly this time, hoping his goons wouldn’t hear.
Following what could only be considered a private mental breakdown, Flora had taken two months sabbatical. No one had known bar her employer, and she had effectively vanished off the face of the earth for two months. MUCH TO THE GIRLS SURPRISE, it has been her mother who had collected her from St Mungos and brought her to her childhood home to ‘rest’. in hindsight, her mother’s intentions had not been as pure and loving as one would think, rather, she knew that as long as she had Flora under her watchful eyes she could hide her away and save her family the embarrassment.
For 8 weeks, Flora stayed at that house almost totally isolated from the world. She didn’t read the paper, she wasn’t allowed out for a smoke, alcohol was totally banned and she even allowed her ma to wash the purple dye out of her hair for the first time in what - seven, maybe eight years?
THREE days before she was due back at work, Flora finally returned ti her dingy London flat. THANK FUCKING GOOD, sure, her childhood home was GRAND with vast gardens and large bedrooms, but she much preferred her nasty little hovel, as her mother called it. She didn’t bother to unpack her things before opening the front door and pulling out a cigarette, lowering herself onto the doorstep to sit down, hoping she might spot cat somewhere, or someone with a lighter, given that hers had vanished somewhere. ‘‘ OH HEY - you gotta lighter by any chance? ’’
Considering he hadn’t intended to be in London so soon, Scorpius seemed to be slightly enjoying the city. Even though he hated the busy paths, streets full of cars and rude muggles, no one could dispute the beauty of the city - especially the hidden wizarding side of London.
He had arrived on that street with the intention of visiting Flora, having known where she lived, but not if she would be there. To his surprise, there she was, sitting on the doorstep with a cigarette between her fingers. There was something different about her though, this time. She was blonde. It wasn’t bad exactly, but it just wasn’t her. She looked younger because of it, simply because Scorpius had become so accustomed to seeing his cousin with purple hair. Something inside him told him it may not have been Flora’s own decision to wash the dye out, but he wasn’t about to question that so quickly.
“Unfortunately not.” He answered back, a small smirk playing on his lips as he stopped by his cousin. “But I’m sure you’re not meant to be smoking those anyway, right Flora?” His smirk changed into a genuine smile. It was nice to be around family again.
Familiar Faces - Scorpius & Albus
Albus was better. That was what all the best healers said. Better. Healed. Discharged. And magical healing could do so so many things. But it couldn’t take away away some of the soreness in his shoulders. Or the tightness in his chest. Or the curse scars. Or the people following him, and the sense of being followed.
Aurors were going to be a permanent fixture in his life now. Much to his chagrin. There were a few new ones it seemed.
Albus ran his fingers over his wand, secured to his left forearm by a new holster. Something from his father. Something he’d probably never take off. He pulled his sleeve over it, but still clutched at the new weight. It was more of a comfort than all the guards about him. Bag in one hand, the other still flexing and feeling the weight of the the holster. He made his way down and to the lobby, the unsubtle boots clicking along behind him. The moment the open space was in view, he swept his eyes across, another new habit, and focused on someone hovering about the doors. Someone he’d not seen in a bit. A wry smile crossed his lips as he headed that way.
“Best not to loiter, mate. Makes my goons a mite nervous,” Albus teased as he approached Scorpius. “Been a while, Scor.”
@thcdreadless
Scorpius’ eyes scanned the front of the charmed department store, hands nervously twitching at his sides - they were getting sweaty. He wiped his palms on his trousers before playing anxiously with the cuff of his shirt. It was strange being back in London. After shying away from the world for so long, Scorpius actually felt uncomfortable being here. He silently prayed that no one would recognise him, in constant fear that someone would assume the worst of him and think he was a Death Eater just like his Grandfather.
The minute Scorpius read the headlines in the Daily Prophet, he knew he couldn’t stay away any longer. It was almost as though instinct had brought him here, and only now was he realising it may not have been the best of his ideas. In his mind, he was risking a lot to be here, but how could he turn his back on an old friend like that?
Upon arriving at St Mungos, he wasn’t sure what to do. He had been pondering for what felt like hours, whether or not he should attempt to visit Albus. When he finally mustered up the courage, the desk worker had told him he was too late, but that he was to be discharged very shortly: and so he waited. When he finally caught sight of Albus, his eyes lit up. As much as he tried he couldn’t quite contain the eagerness to see him. “Al!” He had to fight the urge to run up to him and tackle him in a hug, but even if he hadn’t been injured, he knew that wasn’t quite appropriate. “Yeah, it has.” He smiled nervously, unsure what else to say. “I’m sorry-” he blurted out after a moment’s silence “I’m sorry I didn’t visit sooner.”
Scorpius turned the page of the dusty, leather bound book he held so delicately in his hands. His nimble fingers were careful not to rip the page of the artefact, his eyes skimming the pages for those key words he was in desperate search for. While in London, he wasn’t keen to make his presence known. It was his personal aim to get into the city, do what he came here to do and get out. If anyone recognised him as Draco Malfoy’s son, he had no idea how they’d react, and would prefer if that simply didn’t happen.
As he went to put the book down, he felt someone bump into the table in front of him, sending his tea spilling over the table and onto the leather cover. His jaw dropped in disbelief, surely that hadn’t just happened?
“Will you watch what you are doing?!” He exclaimed, too focused on cleaning up the book with the tiny napkins the cafe had provided to realise exactly who he was talking to.
