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[alsoagreengrass]

When not busy with the cottage (and, more recently, snogging Albus Potter), Scorpius has been working on his broom. The repairs (and the snogging, for those wondering) have been going rather well and he's nearly restored the broom to its former glory.

And there haven't been any more incidents.



Until now.

When the broom, set on the table in front of him, suddenly bursts into flames.

"Oh!"

Scorpius jumps out of his chair, his eyebrows nearly singed, and douses the fire with a quickly cast spell. He's fast enough to save the table but not the broom.

There's only a neat pile of ash left that Scorpius pokes at, the broom having been completely incinerated.

" - Shite."

He starts laughing.

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[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

That Kid Scorpius may or may not have considered adopting stares at him like - well, a lot like someone who's just witnessed a small fire being doused by spell. He's really not sure what to think of this, and thus his vague attempt at saying something fails before it even starts.

(At least he isn't bleeding this time. As far as you know.)

[alsoagreengrass]

"Experimental spell gone wrong," Scorpius fills in with the saying of something when he catches That Kid looking at him.

He shrugs and goes about siphoning up the ash - with another spell, of course! - before the waitrats start to complain at him for making a mess.

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

Huh. He guesses that makes sense. Well, he kind of figured that before Scorpius said anything. But it's nice to have it confirmed. "Want help?"

[alsoagreengrass]

He asks just as the last particle of ash disappears.

"Oh. Thanks, but, uhm - I've got it already."

Scorpius grins, pocketing his wand.

"Have I still got my eyebrows?" he asks, wiggling them.

(He's a bit too scared to find out himself.)

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

Sam offers him a thumbs-up.

"Still there," he adds, just in case of cultural misunderstandings. Cause you never know. Yeah.

[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius, fortunately, understands the gesture.

"Brilliant," he responds happily. He'd have hated being eyebrow-less.

"Sam, right?"

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Scorpius?"

He's stealing a seat at the table, because he can. Hopefully Scorpius doesn't mind, riding on the glow of having eyebrows as he is.

[alsoagreengrass]

"That's right," and Scorpius most certainly doesn't mind that Sam steals a seat.

He's not interrupting anything, anyway.

Scorpius' work has, quite literally, vanished.

"How are you?"

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

He shrugs. "Fine."

Or, you know. As fine as his life ever gets. People seem to be mostly ignoring his existence for the moment, which would be better if his mom wasn't kind of doing it, too. She's been on night shifts for a few days, so most of his contact with her is through the notes she leaves on the kitchen table reminding him to do his homework and occasionally leaving money so he can order take-out, so long as it's healthy-ish.

(Yeah, pretty much all of it has been going to Milliways.)

"You?"

[lilium_evansiae]

"The broom revolution continues apace, then, does it?"

It's friendly, if ever so slightly hesitant.

(Their last conversation ... well, 'conversation' is probably a very generous term.)

"Hello, Scorpius."

[alsoagreengrass]

It's almost comical how quickly the grin melts off Scorpius' face and he starts to look completely unsure and nervous.

And scared, too.

"Oh, Lily. Uhm, yes. Broom revolution. It might have hit a wall at the moment, but I'll, er - I don't know, find another broom."

He starts to clean the mess up and look for a place to hide.

[lilium_evansiae]

Yeah, she was afraid of that.

"I guess every great revolution has a few missteps along the way, yeah?

"And speaking of missteps ... I'm pretty sure I owe you an apology. I was, um, pretty rude, the last time I saw you. And honestly, it was just a really bad day for me, and I took part of it out on you and I shouldn't have.

"And I'm sorry."

[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius shrugs in an entirely too casual sort of way.

"'S fine," he murmurs, "You wanted to be, er, alone, and I can understand that. I've been told to shove off before, anyway. You didn't hurt my feelings."

(Only, she had. But he doesn't want to say so; he'd rather forget. She's Albus' grandmother, and he doesn't want there to be any issues whatsoever between them. Especially as thing with Albus are going so well now.)

[lilium_evansiae]

"I am sorry, though, and I'll try not to let it happen again."

A lot of it really was just very bad timing.

"So, how've you been?"

[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius appreciates the apology, and her trying not to let it happen again. He'll do his best to forgive and forget.

"I'm, uhm - I'm good. Really good, actually."

He knows that she knows so he doesn't bother to hide the genuine, and utterly mushy, grin that comes about just thinking on the other boy.

"And, er, you? How are you? I hope you got, er - Whatever it was that was giving you a bad day sorted out."

[lilium_evansiae]

"I'm glad to hear it," Lily says.

And she is.

Because, yeah, she does know.

(The grin is encouraging, really, after everything she's heard about, too.)

"I'm good. It's sorted enough, I'd say."

As sorted as things with Severus Snape are likely to get, at any rate. Which may or may not ever actually be all that sorted.

But sorted enough.

"And it's nearly Christmas at home, believe it or not."

[alsoagreengrass]

"Oh, right? Are you headed home for the, er, holiday? We're still in our summer."

And it can go as slow as it'd like, as far as Scorpius is concerned. He's not in any rush for the new term.

[huffledpuff.livejournal.com]

A slightly younger (by only a couple years!) blonde in Hufflepuff robes slips her wand out of its resting place behind her ear and tidies up the ashes with a well-executed evanesco.

(Most people she knows would be far less likely to laugh at the destruction of their broom.)

[alsoagreengrass]

He'd be less likely to laugh if it had been his good broom. But this old thing? He's fine with it. It had a good broom-life. And maybe it was its time.

Scorpius greets the Hufflepuff and her bit of helpful magic with a grin.

"Oh, thanks! Er, Hogwarts-student-I-haven't-met-yet."

[huffledpuff.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome, Ravenclaw-student-I-haven't-likewise."

There was something about time travel about this place, right? She expects he might be from another year in addition to another Year. It's not that she pretends to know everyone in Ravenclaw, but she's fairly certain she'd at least vaguely recognize him, otherwise.

"Rose Zeller, Fourth Year."

[alsoagreengrass]

"Scorpius Malfoy, starting Seventh," he says, offering a hand. "In 2024, that is."

Because that whole time travel thing is real and Scorpius knows it well after hanging around Milliways as long as he has.

[huffledpuff.livejournal.com]

She feels just a moment of inner triumph at having guessed that before it occurs to her that he's from 25 or so years in her future. That's... that's just a bit unsettling.

And then, because as if that wasn't enough, she realizes he just said Malfoy.

There's... there's really not much she can say to that.

[alsoagreengrass]

He stuffs his hands in his pockets.

Her silence is a bit unsettling. He wonders which it is that has her buttoned up the most: the time-thing or the Malfoy-thing.

"Someone, er - Someone explained Milliways to you, right? What year are you from?"

[huffledpuff.livejournal.com]

"1999." If he is up on his semi-recent history, well - he ought to put some pieces together.

[alsoagreengrass]

He knows it well enough.

"Oh. So, uhm - Right. Well, then."