*scor

    His reply caught her off guard but it caused her to pause and think. It wasn’t a lie. Sometimes it seemed like all Roxanne did was look for trouble. A reason to feel something other than the emptiness that came with most days. It was strange to be so young and yet filled with so much knowledge of what aching meant. Sometimes she thought herself selfish for focusing on her pain and clinging to it but when she thought about her family, she figured it was more selfish to bring that pain upon someone else.

   She looked ahead into the fire, licking her bottom lip and wincing slightly at the pain. Ironic. She glanced back at him, “Well, you’re not wrong. Sometimes, I believe we end up getting too comfortable. Happiness is a scary thought when it can be ripped away so easily.”

he tilted his head, slightly, considering in silence.  “i feel as though i should be happy, i have every reason to be, but... it’s elusive.”

it was easier to speak like this, detached and clinical, as if discussing someone else’s depression.  if he’d inherited anything from his father, it was his talent for compartmentalization.  hyperfixation helped, on schoolwork, on posture, on eloquence.  anything but the inside of his own mind.

Dark hair goes to join him, all messy and long. There’s a book tucked under arm and an old jumper tied around waist. In a soft smile, they go to sit beside the blond with longer hair. There’s a big smile.

“Scorpius,” the smaller says. She gives him a big grin. “Hi,” she greets.

his head turns slightly when she sits, as if the invisible string connecting his eyes to his work won’t quite let go.  finally, though, he lifts his quill and turns in earnest.  his eyes land on her face and for a moment he just blinks.

her hair is a mess.

with a small, amused smile, he speaks a word to turn the end of his wand into a comb, and begins gently detangling the ends of her hair.  he isn’t very good at magic (a well-kept secret), but simple transfiguration is easy enough.

          ooc.  someone play with my asshole.

          a blog:  if you genderbend you’re transphobic and will be blocked           me:  ... okay then girl!scor is trans

There were certain subjects that Lorcan had a hard time comprehending. Potions and arithmancy were not one of them. Charms he was fairly good at. Herbology he used in his baking and cooking.

But transfiguration? That went way over the boy’s head.

So he sought out a tutor. Someone who could hopefully present the information in a way that he could understand better.

However, Lorcan didn’t know who his tutor would be and decided he’d just roll with it.

When he was stopped, he gave pause to the voice. Scorpius… right? He’d seen the blonde hang around Albus enough to recognize his face, but Lorcan doesn’t think he’s actually met him.

“Ah– wait, really?” Lorcan blinked. He didn’t know Scorpius was a tutor. He nodded, not really sure what a wada application was, but… no matter.

“Yeah, that’d be great! I don’t want to bomb my exams, y’know? Someone showing me a different way to learn it would be great!”

          a small smile ghosted across his features for the briefest of moments, pale fingers splayed across the pages of his book to gently hold it open in his lap.  the last thing he wanted to do was insult lorcan by offering to help, particularly considering their professor hadn't given him any insight into how lorcan might feel about a tutor, only that he needed one.  framing it as lorcan helping him out had consequently seemed like the safest route.

          ❛  i can try,  ❜  he replied, utterly sincere.

me:  look at all these cute gay boys!!  we should ship with some of them---

scor:

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