Post by Rachael on Nov 18, 2011 15:37:48 GMT -8
Title: Why'd I Let You Talk Me Into This?!
Rating: G
Word Count: 276
Warnings: None
Summary: Scorpius...and Albus...and...who knows? It's for you to find out
Scorpius stood in the shadows between the Quidditch stands, a lock of platinum blonde hair falling casually into his grey eyes – he didn’t wear gel in his hair while at Hogwarts. His father never came to the school, so there was little chance he could offend the austere man. It didn’t matter anyway. Scorpius would be who and what he wanted to be. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes his father had, and his grandfather before him. He shook his head slightly, ridding his mind of his father. He hadn’t come here to think of his father, he’d come here for....Albus....though Albus had absolutely no idea he had done so.
Scorpius was trying to stay hidden among the shadows as his eager eyes followed the dark-haired youth sitting astride the latest broom, The Phoenix Seven, a broom designed by Theodore Lupin. He watched as Albus gripped the broom, shooting forward like the Hogwarts Express, while barrel-rolling, swerving around other team members, and cork-screwing towards the ground, pulling out of a dive that was too close to the ground for comfort. Scorpius’ heart thudded in his chest, relieved when Albus touched down to the ground, even as the other team members landed beside him.
One of them spoke to Albus, and suddenly the green-eyed boy was looking directly at Scorpius, eyes reflecting his curiosity. Ah, crap. Rose Weasley, why’d I let you talk me in to this hare-brained scheme? Scorpius yelled at his friend from Gryffindor, within the safety of his own mind. Albus started to approach him. Panicking slightly, Scorpius turned tail and ran. There was no way he’d give Albus the chance to question him!
Rating: G
Word Count: 276
Warnings: None
Summary: Scorpius...and Albus...and...who knows? It's for you to find out
Scorpius stood in the shadows between the Quidditch stands, a lock of platinum blonde hair falling casually into his grey eyes – he didn’t wear gel in his hair while at Hogwarts. His father never came to the school, so there was little chance he could offend the austere man. It didn’t matter anyway. Scorpius would be who and what he wanted to be. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes his father had, and his grandfather before him. He shook his head slightly, ridding his mind of his father. He hadn’t come here to think of his father, he’d come here for....Albus....though Albus had absolutely no idea he had done so.
Scorpius was trying to stay hidden among the shadows as his eager eyes followed the dark-haired youth sitting astride the latest broom, The Phoenix Seven, a broom designed by Theodore Lupin. He watched as Albus gripped the broom, shooting forward like the Hogwarts Express, while barrel-rolling, swerving around other team members, and cork-screwing towards the ground, pulling out of a dive that was too close to the ground for comfort. Scorpius’ heart thudded in his chest, relieved when Albus touched down to the ground, even as the other team members landed beside him.
One of them spoke to Albus, and suddenly the green-eyed boy was looking directly at Scorpius, eyes reflecting his curiosity. Ah, crap. Rose Weasley, why’d I let you talk me in to this hare-brained scheme? Scorpius yelled at his friend from Gryffindor, within the safety of his own mind. Albus started to approach him. Panicking slightly, Scorpius turned tail and ran. There was no way he’d give Albus the chance to question him!
