beautiful

You saw TROYE SIVAN in London recently? It was actually SCORPIUS MALFOY, the two share a resemblance. Apparently HE is LOYAL and UNDERSTANDING but can also be VULNERABLE and INSECURE. They are TWENTY ONE and were sorted into SLYTHERIN. The PUREBLOOD works as a HISTORIAN’S APPRENTICE, lives in STRATFORD-UPON-AVON and is affiliated with NEITHER SIDE. (Jade, 21, GMT, She/Her)

Did Beatrice had an attraction to having liquids spilled all over her? Most, if not all, of the incidents she had were mostly her own fault, but at least this one had some actual dexterity and kept his glass upright.

Beatrice swallowed when he addressed her. While there was nothing familiar there for Beatrice to really find any nostalgia in, that didn’t mean that the castle wasn’t impressive. It just wasn’t home.

She should not have been shocked by the small talk occurring, and she had been stopped by someone who didn’t come to this party thinking they should have arrived in costume. Being a stranger in a new place was difficult enough, had it not been for the fact that there had been so little kindness so far.

Not that Beatrice expected to be received kindly. The world did not operate like that, and neither did she. But polite didn’t need to equate to nice.

“More like no memories of this place.” It was easy to explain that she had come here with someone else—her cousin, who she lost immediately after getting bored of the friends she tried to introduce her to. “I’m just trying to figure out what made it so special.”

While Scorpius didn’t recognise the girl in front of him, it seemed as though she may have been in a similar position to him that night. While to others it seemed like he was surrounded by old friends who were dying to know what he was up to nowadays, he knew everything they were saying was simply empty words. They didn’t really care what his life was like, they were just using the question as an excuse to brag about their own amazing stories.

Beatrice simple seemed as though she was alone. By the looks of things, whoever she had come with had ditched her (or she had left them) but it seemed like there wasn’t much here for her, either.

“What makes it so special?” That made Scorpius really contemplate her statement. For most it was the nostalgia - the fact that most of the people in this room spent the best part of their childhood in these walls was enough to call it special. But for Scorpius, that wasn’t exactly the case. Sure he had good memories, the odd friend he had made and could always count on, but he had grown up. Hogwarts had played its part, but unlike some of the people at the reunion tonight, he found it best not to dwell on those days. “Maybe I can help you figure that out?” He suggested, sensing her eagerness to get out of the Great Hall.

“Teddy?” He pauses for a second before remembering just what he was running from. “Come with me, before she finds me!” With that he grabbed Teddy’s arm and pulled him in whichever direction he was facing. All he knew is that they needed to get away from Myrtle. Now.

Flora practically jumped out of her skin at the recognisable voice, dropping the unlit cigarette and standing up ‘‘ you scared me, you fucking bastard. what’re you doing here? ’’ theres no anger in her voice, no, if anything, she’s secretly overjoyed to see her cousin. it had been some time, and she had missed him, missed having someone on her side.

“I was in town, thought I’d come visit my favourite cousin. I’m sure you wouldn’t forgive me if I didn’t come see you.” He laughed, leaning against the wall next to him. It was rare he found people he was this comfortable around, and seeing Flora put his mind at ease - he wasn’t thinking about the impending wizarding war, just the joy of seeing his cousin again. “How’s life?” He asked, nodding towards the cigarette in her hand. 

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Evan watched Scorpius’ shoulders relax a bit and he wondered if there had been any anxiety surrounding approaching him. He didn’t think he was intimidating, but he supposed they had done some thing together that would make other people a bit anxious after the fact. “It feels like a lot less, so I also didn’t realize how long it had been until recently.”

The elder Slytherin set an easy smile on his lips and hoped it helped Scorpius feel even more at ease with him. It was a fine line between being creepy about it and helping, so he hoped to walk that line well. “Only okay? That’s a shame, you deserve to be far more than just okay.” He hoped that didn’t come off as too flirty, because while it was true, Evan meant it in a very friendly fashion. “I am,” Evan turned to look at Teddy, his smile breaking out into a full grin, “Teddy Lupin, yeah, he’s my boyfriend…he…I don’t have the words for how happy he makes me. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to hear it all anyway, but what about you? Come stag?”

Scorpius shrugged. In his own opinion he wasn’t special enough to deserve any better, he just learned to get on with how things were. Instead he just let out a small laugh, “It could be a lot worse, I suppose.” That was true, the time he had spent outside of Hogwarts could have been worse than just feeling a little lonely. “I’ve been working as an apprentice for a historian, not the most thrilling job in the wizarding world.” 

Watching the grin break out on Evan’s face made Scorpius himself smile in admiration. “Small world, Teddy’s actually my second cousin, I think?” He laughed to himself as he shook his head, clearly they weren’t that close as family members. “He’s a good person, I’m glad you’re happy together.” Scorpius was worried that would sound bitter, but he truly meant it. He held absolutely nothing against Evan, and only wanted the best for him - and besides, he had someone else on his mind anyway. 

“Oh um,” he started to get flustered, “I- uh, kind of?” He ran a hand through his hair as he avoided eye contact with Evan. “I just came with a friend.” He glanced back in the direction of Albus, colour appearing in his face as he started to blush slightly.  

Lily had been lucky to have a family that was all fairly talented on a broomstick. She felt like she was destined to be on her house Quidditch team, but she eventually decided to never go pro. Maybe it was her arrogance, but she considered herself one of the best chasers Gryffindor had.

Hearing a familiar voice, she turned. Scorpius had been a few years ahead of her with Albus. She knew he had fallen victim to her occasional pranks–especially since multiple of them were often directed towards Slytherin. “It’s a shame really. You look good in green,” she teased.

“Oh, trust me. We did. I would have been an embarrassment to go through all of that to lose a game. I never took to losing very well anyways.” She turned away from the courtyard to look up at him. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. How are you enjoying this little reunion?”

“Well I’m glad someone thinks so.” He smiled, tugging at the cuff of his blazer without thinking. “Other’s weren’t so fond of it.” Usually thinking about the teasing from other students would make him feel self conscious, but at that moment all he could think about was how that didn’t matter so much to him anymore. “Good, I’d be disappointed if you’d have told me otherwise, Miss Potter.” He gave her an approving nod, hands going to rest in his trouser pockets. 

“It’s...” He hesitated, was he enjoying the reunion? “It’s nice to see everyone, but I’m not sure if I feel as though I quite fit in.” He laughed awkwardly, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “I mostly just stick with Al wherever I can.” With a shrug of the shoulders he looked towards Lily raising his eyebrows slightly. “And you?”

Albus was most likely not alright.  Everything he understood from armchair psychology said that much.  The look on his “trainer’s” face had said more when he’d explained his absence and sparse communication.  Like he was something that needed reevaluating.  And fuck if he didn’t already hate that feeling from his own home.  So the Hogwarts reunion was every ounce what he needed.

Something lacking substance and meaning in his life that he could jump into completely.  And look ravishing while doing it.  A needed distraction.  And an excuse to be with one of his closest friends again.

When he’d stepped his way out of green flames in a whirl of smoke and fabric, he’d almost feared he’d be alone.  But there he was, Scorpius Malfoy in all his glory.  Albus grinned as he clacked across the stonework, reaching his friend and offering him a little wink.  

“Glad to meet with your approval, Scor,” he all but purred, eyes bright and just this side of dangerous.  “So rarely given, so much more worth the earning.” He grinned again and offered his arm.  “You look ravishing as well.  The cut of that suit?” He gave a low hum of approval.  “Shall we show them just what they’re missing without us do you think?”

“Oh this?” He looked down at the dress suit he had found in a Muggle shop. It was nothing compared to Albus’s attire, but he couldn’t help but blush at the compliment from his old friend. “It’s nothing special really.” He kept his head down for a second to hide the grin that was forming on his lips, running his hand through his hair. He was sure he would replay that conversation in his head all night, and every time he did he would smile exactly the way he was now. 

Scorpius almost felt as though he wasn’t worthy of walking with Albus, especially the way he looked tonight, but at that moment nothing could please him more. With a slight hesitation, but then a small but firm nod of the head, Scorpius took his arm and held his head high. “You’re right, it would be rude not to grace them with our presence.” 

He took a breath as they started walking towards the carriages pulled by invisible thestrals, adrenaline forming in his stomach. What would people think if he walked in on Albus’s arm? He was currently the talk of the wizarding world, everyone would be waiting to see if he’d actually turn up or not. One thing’s for sure, he was certain no one would expect to see a Malfoy on the arm of Harry Potter’s son. But that’s what Scorp loved so much about Albus - he didn’t care about his name. He was his friend, regardless. 

There were very few people at this party that Evan both recognized and was friendly with, and though Teddy was in a similar boat, he had a lot of family that was begging for his attention. It gave Evan a few minutes to take a step out of The Great Hall and breathe. This was a strange and difficult situation to be in for Evan, because he was hyper-conscious of how many people here didn’t like him, or his last name, or the people associated with it. He was far from the only person in that situation, but he wasn’t brave enough to find solace in those people, nor did he want to face the rumors that being around them would bring.

Except for Scorpius Malfoy, whom Evan recognized immediately even though they hadn’t seen each other in years. “Scorpius,” he grinned back, “It has been quite a long time. At least, what, four or five of them? How have you been?” Now that Evan was comfortable enough with his sexuality to be beyond a quick fuck in a broom closet and longing glances at boys who were sitting close enough to girls to get away with it, he almost considered hugging his old friend. The problem there was not knowing where in his own journey Scorpius was. 

Watching his smile definitely put Scorpius at ease; Evan wasn’t going to make this awkward and neither was he. He often thought about the other wizard, wondered what he was doing and whether he was happy - now he had his answer. “Yeah, I suppose it has.” he responded, almost surprised - had it really been that long? 

“I’ve been-” he hesitated “-okay. I’ve been okay.” A small but in some ways sad smile played on his lips. Scorpius hadn’t had the most amazing few years out of Hogwarts - in fact he practically isolated himself - but with the situation at hand, he thought that was best for everyone. “How about you? You seem pretty happy.” He raised his eyebrows slightly, clearly gesturing to the Wizard he had on his arm tonight. Scorpius liked seeing Evan happy, he saw a part of himself in him in some ways, and hoped he could be as happy as him too. 

The nerves bubbled inside Scorpius as he apparated onto the ground at Hogsmede station. Wizards and witches alike where appearing around him, heading towards the carriages that would pull them to the castle. He stood himself off to one side so he could wait for Albus to arrive. He wouldn’t have come tonight if it wasn’t for him, and merlin knows it took some convincing, but here he was. He wasn’t sure seeing his old classmates was going to be such a thrilling experience as people had expected, and he definitely wasn’t certain this was the right thing to be doing in such times, but if Albus thought it was safe, then he trusted his judgement

As he saw a head of black hair appear just ahead, he knew it had to be his old friend. When he saw him from the front, Scorpius couldn’t help but gasp slightly to himself. It was impossible to describe the way Albus looked, but Scorpius almost couldn’t believe the sight before him. The black cloak hung so elegantly off his shoulders, his heels giving him that bit of extra height.  He looked powerful. 

When Scorpius had caught sight of Evan that evening he couldn’t help but blush, the feeling of nervous butterflies creating in his stomach. Seeing how comfortable he looked with, what Scorp had assumed was his boyfriend, almost made him jealous - not that he had feelings for Evan, but of his courage and openness. He wasn’t sure whether he should go over and say hi, would he find the situation awkward? Nothing else happened after that night, but having your first time with a boy and then never speaking to them again could be deemed awkward.

From the corner of his eye Scorpius saw a head of blue hair leaving The Great Hall, and instinct told him he should follow him. He politely bowed out of his current conversation and excused himself from the small group of Slytherins he went to school with, before rushing off after Evan. Trying carefully not to spill the champagne out of his glass, or look too eager, he followed him out of The Great Hall and outside onto the school grounds. Before he could second guess himself he called out his name, “Evan.” He smiled, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he caught eyes with him. “Long time no see.”

Scorpius Malfoy || Hogwarts Reunion

It was like a thousand different bits of nostalgia running through his mind as Scorpius approached.  Excitement and nervousness and all the things he’d seen for seven years, there on his friend’s face.  Albus laughed, shaking his head.  It was a comfort after the weeks he’d spent here, to know that indeed, some things did not change.  

“Peace my friend.  Hardly on you to rush home every time I do something foolish,” he replied with an easy grin.  “You’d never leave?  Circe, the whole last year would have had you in fits I swear.” He was only half teasing, really.  But it was the truth.  Couldn’t have people worrying themselves too grey on his behalf.  “Besides!  You’re here now!  Just in time to join me for a I’m-not-stuck-in-that-fucking-room-anymore lunch!” He looked over his shoulder and pulled a face at the aurors there.  “With goonsquad.  Did I mention I have goons now?  They won’t go away.”  

He offered his arm to his friend, all mock seriousness and acres of playful energy rolling off him.  Hell, he’d fake it until the playful was real.  “Some c’mon!  Lunch!  Goons!  You can tell me allll about your ridiculously exciting life…wherever you’ve been living it.” He frowned for a moment.  “Because bugger me if I can remember where it is.  Did you ever even tell me?”  It was good to see Scorpius again. 

Good to go back to something that felt so natural, so before the scars.

Scorpius was shocked - he didn’t expect Albus to be so upbeat. After what he’d gone through over the past few weeks he thought his friend would be exhausted, mentally and physically. But try as he might, there was something about him that wasn’t the same as when he had last seen Albus. Maybe it was the time away from Hogwarts, the growing up, but Scorpius assumed most likely the events documented in the Daily Prophet would have taken it’s toll on the young wizard.

“Goons?” He questioned, before his eyes caught sight of the aurors following behind Albus. Clearly he was a bigger target than Scorpius had realised; all of a sudden he felt a little more awkward. Had he already drawn too much attention to himself by being there? 

As he went to put the book down, he felt someone bump into the table in front of him, sending his tea spilling over the table and onto the leather cover. His jaw dropped in disbelief, surely that hadn’t just happened?

“Will you watch what you are doing?!” He exclaimed, too focused on cleaning up the book with the tiny napkins the cafe had provided to realise exactly who he was talking to.