it was rather nice out, the winter cold finally breaking into something a bit more palatable. plenty of students were out on the lawn as a result, chatting or pretending to do schoolwork in little groups around the courtyard and stretch of green descending to the lake. scorpius had taken up temporary residence on one of the ancient stone benches of the inner court, leaning over a book of runes while somehow still managing to maintain an unmistakably aristocratic posture.
pale blonde head lifted just as lorcan passed by, grey eyes focusing on his face as if only just now determining that he was, in fact, speaking to lorcan and not lysander.
❛ i was told you were looking for a transfiguration tutor? i can put it on my wada application, so --- you’d be doing me a favor, really. ❜