#semper.event01

The Great Hall was entirely crowded, disorienting, and covered in glitter. The paper cranes Sabine had insisted upon looked beautiful fluttering around but their charms were wearing off and they were flying entirely too low. One had nearly stabbed him in the eye earlier. He needed to find someone grounding. It wasn’t difficult to spot another platinum blonde in the crowd. Picking a flower from one of the table centerpieces, Scorpius hid the red rose behind his back. He tailed after Margaery, finally tapping her on the shoulder once he had caught up with her. “You’re not leaving already, are you? I haven’t even gotten a dance yet.”

Staring up at the Great Hall ceiling was really a pastime for first years or muggle borns. It was uncouth for someone of his pedigree to be transfixed by the stars, floating and dangerous paper cranes, and amount of glitter in the air. Perhaps he should close his mouth while staring in awe to reduce the risk of swallowing some of that glitter. Gaudy, awful, kind of pretty glitter. Looking to the person next to him, Scorpius raised an eyebrow. “Did you say something? I was...” Transfixed, distracted, entranced? “Lost in thought.”

If Scorpius had to choose all the balls in all the schools in all the world, he would choose any that didn’t have Trystane in them. He wasn’t sure when his dislike for the older Ravenclaw had begun. A small uncomfortability when whatever fallout occured between him and Emi had grown to an outright guard over the year. It wasn’t as though Scorpius would ignore him, however. That would just be rude. “Enjoying yourself tonight?”

Leaning on Emi’s shoulder wasn’t enough for Scorpius. He kicked his legs onto a neighboring chair and snuggled his way onto her, head landing gracefully on lap. Most likely wrinkling his suit in the process but it was too late in the night to care. “It’s just ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.” He continued his tirade on the decorations that had been forced into his hands. The art he had to stand behind as his own. “Everyone will note this as one of projects. It’s so gaudy! I don’t make gaudy art. I’m not a gaudy bloody artist. Is that what you think of me now?!” His voice was crisp and his tone short. There was no need to hide his posh voice around a Zabini.”