Post by Elienp on Nov 24, 2011 10:27:00 GMT -8
Title: Quidditch has the upper hand
Rating: T
Words: 294
Warning: None
Summary: Scorpius is not a match for Quidditch.
He'd never match her speed, nor her skill.
Though he also loved Quidditch, he wasn't naïve enough to think he could one day compete with her.
This field was hers, and only hers.
He admitted it without any difficulty. It didn't hurt his pride to say she was better than him, for it was the truth.
Of course, he could brag about his own skills, exaggerating them, inventing some, he knew lots of girls would be more than pleased to support him. They'd praise him, spread rumours about non-existent exploits.
He sniggered. He knew most of this attention was due to his name. After all, in spite of what had happened with Voldemort, the Malfoy family had slowly but surely seen its reputation being restored.
Draco Malfoy had taken control of the family, choosing a better direction, thus making a more than satisfying suitable match of his son.
Yet, Scorpius wasn't interested in those girls, he couldn't be interested in people who were interested in him because of what he represented, rather than because of who he was.
He wanted somebody honest, somebody who wouldn't hesitate to face him, to scream at him... Somebody who would match his temper.
Scorpius wanted Rose, the only girl who wouldn't do anything to please him for she wasn't interested in him.
Rose flew right above his head, running a hand through his blond hair. He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing better than to think her move meant anything. Her sole purpose was to anger the girls around him, and to improve her flying skill.
He sighed. In fact, it was Quidditch he was not a match for.
'If I were a broom or a Snitch, perhaps she'd finally have some real interest in me,' he thought, defeated.
Rating: T
Words: 294
Warning: None
Summary: Scorpius is not a match for Quidditch.
He'd never match her speed, nor her skill.
Though he also loved Quidditch, he wasn't naïve enough to think he could one day compete with her.
This field was hers, and only hers.
He admitted it without any difficulty. It didn't hurt his pride to say she was better than him, for it was the truth.
Of course, he could brag about his own skills, exaggerating them, inventing some, he knew lots of girls would be more than pleased to support him. They'd praise him, spread rumours about non-existent exploits.
He sniggered. He knew most of this attention was due to his name. After all, in spite of what had happened with Voldemort, the Malfoy family had slowly but surely seen its reputation being restored.
Draco Malfoy had taken control of the family, choosing a better direction, thus making a more than satisfying suitable match of his son.
Yet, Scorpius wasn't interested in those girls, he couldn't be interested in people who were interested in him because of what he represented, rather than because of who he was.
He wanted somebody honest, somebody who wouldn't hesitate to face him, to scream at him... Somebody who would match his temper.
Scorpius wanted Rose, the only girl who wouldn't do anything to please him for she wasn't interested in him.
Rose flew right above his head, running a hand through his blond hair. He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing better than to think her move meant anything. Her sole purpose was to anger the girls around him, and to improve her flying skill.
He sighed. In fact, it was Quidditch he was not a match for.
'If I were a broom or a Snitch, perhaps she'd finally have some real interest in me,' he thought, defeated.
Well done
