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Removing the snow from atop the wooden picnic table had been easy enough and Scorpius, now with his robes properly charmed to repel water and insulated to protect him from the cold, is lying atop of it.

With an almost half-empty bottle of (pilfered-from-his-friend) Ogden's Old forgotten beside him, a fire curling in his belly, and an old, charred broom at his feet.

He had been working on a modified charm for the broom. It hadn't turned out as well as he would've liked, as evident by the charred (and still smoking) remains of bristles.

He's obviously not too bothered by the experiment gone wrong. Maybe the firewhiskey helped or maybe it's just one of those days. Peacefully perfect - or perfectly peaceful - and he can't be bothered to care.

He's just going to enjoy the oncoming night, gloved fingers curled loosely around the neck of the bottle.

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Sameth is finally well enough to work again and so has spent a happy and long day in the forge.

He was vaguely aware of something going on outside and grins when he spots Scorpius,

"Hello."

Scorpius sits up on his elbows to greet Sameth properly enough, grinning.

"Hullo. All right?"

"Yes, took long enough but I am. What have you been doing?"

He fingers the burnt ends of the broom carefully.

"Oh, right. You were feeling a bit under the last time we spoke, weren't you?"

He peers at Sameth carefully, appraising, before his gaze is turned to the broom. He shrugs, as best he can in reclining position.

"I was trying to modify the flying charm on it. Didn't quite go as well as I hoped."

He frowns, only briefly, and then flops back against the table with a content sigh. The bottle is offered, dangled by the gloved fingers in Sameth's general direction.

"What were you trying to make it do?"

Sam takes the bottle and enjoys a long swig before handing it back.

"I wanted to make it go faster," he says, putting his plans quite simply. "Mostly."

He gives a slight airy wave with the hand not holding the bottle.

"The limits of these old ones aren't all that great."

"And it caught on fire?"

Sam settles down on the bench, very grateful for the long cloak he has.

"Charms can be tricky."

Even more so after a drink or two. Though, Scorpius had waited until he was done with his experimenting to start on the Ogden's.

"You're very likely to hear about accidents every now and then. They've got a floor devoted to spell damage in St. Mungo's."

"Most spells have their risked but were you just trying to make it faster?"

Sam trying to see if he can see how the spells work.

"Yes."

He's not being much help with the explaining at first. He has to take another sip of firewhiskey.

"Mostly. I mean, when you're flying you can the angle broom a certain way to speed up, but they can only go so fast. All brooms have their limits. I was attempting to modify the broom to increase the threshold."

He sighs as he rubs at his brow, starting to feel the heat of far too many layers and the fire in his throat and belly from the drink.

"Anyway. It's not just the one charm you have to think about, you've got others. The braking charm, for instance, and even the hover charm to work about."

"That makes sense,"

Since the magic is different, he can't see it to figure things out as he would with the Charter, but it sounds fascinating.

"There was an article in a Quidditch periodical I read recently about the inner workings of a broom and their charms. I wanted to try the modifica -"

He's interrupted by a high-pitched piercing ring from the broom.

"Do you still have it? I'd love to see how your charms work? That doesn't seem right."

"I've it in the dorm. I can leave it for you with Bar the next time, if I remember he says," Scorpius says, frowning and giving the broom a nudge with his foot.

The high-pitched whine descends to a soft hum before silencing completely.

"I think that was the anti-theft charm I'd put on it malfunctioning."

"I'll get it from Bar if I'm that curious. Its loud. Anything bothering you?"

Sam isn't good with people but Nick or Kait would say something since that's nice whiskey.

Scorpius shrugs. Nothing on the surface is bothering him and it'd take much Parker-provided poking before he realizes there is.

"No, just seemed like a nice night to have a drink. Would you like some more?"

He offers the bottle to Sameth again.

"Its nice,"

It is, the heat goes all the way down which is nice and Sam takes another swig.

"Ogden's Old Firewhiskey. That's what it's called."

Scorpius confirms this with some quick, narrow-eyed inspecting of the label.

"A reasonably priced brand."

"Good and warming. There's also a fire in the forge if you need it."

"Oh, I'm not that cold," Scorpius says, turning his peering gaze in the direction of the aforementioned forge with a frown. "My robes have been spelled. Are you?"

"My cloak's fine and I've been in there long enough, I'm not that cold. How have you spelled your robes?"

"Oh."

Scorpius sits up again, pulling off his gloves to show Sameth the inside hem of one sleeve.

"See, uhm, the clothiers - Some of them, anyway. They've put dormant spells in the threads for you that you can activate. It can be tricky if you try to do it yourself and it won't work on common threads, I don't think. Or maybe the spells are woven into the fabric itself, I don't really know.

"Anyway, so you can activate them so long as you know the proper incantations, which, generally, of course, they'd give you when you buy the robes. This one was done to keep you warm.

"A little too warm, sometimes," he adds, giving his collar a tug.

"That's a good idea,"

Sam looks at the bottle to see how much is left and wonders how much Scorpius has had already.

While half the bottle might nearly be gone, Scorpius hasn't had it all for himself. He's not absurdly drunk, anyway.

And he won't suffer much for what he has had. A good night's sleep and potion would cure him of any headache and nausea in the morning.

"What were you working on in the forge?"

"Not much. I'm between things so making some horseshoes and arrowheads along with some small repairs."